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Dawn of Desire

Chapter 6: Wanting Him

Donner didn’t spend much time in his pit of self-loathing. He did what any college dude would do after a bad date. He did a sad yank session and went to bed. The next morning he woke to his alarm going off, his eyes cracking open as he groaned in disappointment as he remembered who he was and what his life was.

Donner kicked the blankets off himself, his futon a jumbled mess from his tossing and turning. What would it have been like if he just let those comments slide? How differently would this morning have played out if he just let Ceil stay? Would he be waking up alone, or would he be cradled in the powerful arm of a kind man. Would he have woken to find that Ceil had made him coffee? Only to tell him he doesn’t like coffee and then go to the café on campus to get him tea. Maybe Cody would tag a long and Ceil would pay for him too because he was such a nice guy.

No, that wasn’t the reality he was living in, as much as he wanted it, Ceil didn’t see him that way. No, he saw him as some lowly harlot with a disgusting body count. Someone he could hump and dump.

“No, that’s not fair,” Donner sighed as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the palm of his hand. “He wouldn’t think like that.”

But it wasn’t far off.

Donner stood up and shuffled his way to the bathroom to do his morning rituals and a nice cleansing shower. Even with everything that was going on, the suds and warm rivulets worked away the worst of the ache in his chest. Though he had a hard time focusing. The coyote’s mind kept wandering. A particularly warm rush of water was like a hand on his shoulder and back, the steam like hot breath tickling his neck. He even put his hand on the tiled wall and he imagined Ceil’s hand over his. The big lion’s paw practically eclipsing his while he thrusted into him. Mating him nice and deep and biting his sweet spot while taking him over and over.

“That ass is mine…”

“That ass is yours,” Donner muttered, his fingers slipping between his cheeks as the fantasy played in his mind.

“You’re lucky to have a man like me, aren’t you?”

“So…fucking lucky…” Donner muttered quietly as he slipped a duo of fingers into his hole, his free hand against the tile flexing, his nails trying to dig into the wall as his sensitive hole was probed by his fingers.

“Yeah, that’s a good little slut,” the imaginary Ceil played in his mind. “You’re lucky to be my first, you dirty little whore. Since you’re such a slut, why don’t we get more people in here to help with your womanly duties?”

“Fuck yes,” Donner moaned as he slipped his fingers in, his self-lubricating ass dripping pre over his knuckles. “Whatever you want.”

“Yeah, whatever I want? That’s what I like to hear, skank,” Ceil’s voice was deep, husky, disrespectful and domineering. Donner pressed deep and his cock throbbed.

But it felt empty.

“Damn it,” Donner pulled his fingers out of his hole and looked at his cock, his sheath barely plumped as his boner was sucked back up into it. He couldn’t get into it. That wasn’t Ceil. He would ask him questions, figure out the exact angle to make them both feel amazing, and then continue to reassure him through that fuck. He would be gentle and kind and caring and…and…

Donner held back a sob as he ran his face under the water and continued to finish up his shower. He wasn’t in the mood. As hot as he was for that dark Ceil, he just didn’t exist, and the Ceil that did exist only wanted him because his abilities played with the lion’s desires. Who knows if it was even the lion’s desire to be with him or just some twisted trick this power forced on him.

Either way, it was a mistake to have done it, and now he didn’t know what to do. He just needed some time to think things through.

The coyote emerged from his shower and got dressed before pulling up his phone and finding that he didn’t have any messages from Ceil. He didn’t know how to take that. He didn’t say that he could text him when he left the previous night, but not even a good morning? He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. Was Ceil mad at him? Was Ceil even okay?

He stopped himself, took a breath, and let it out slowly. Ceil was a big boy, he could handle himself. He was the most well-adjusted guy he knew, so he wasn’t about to go flying off the handle thinking he did something stupid. For now, he would just need to focus on himself and get through his classes. Maybe after a couple days he would have thought things through and they could have a normal conversation.

Donner was magically dressed in some track pants and a hoodie, his backpack slung over his shoulder as a nice new pair of running shoes flashed onto his soles. He marveled at himself in the mirror and loved the look, but with a sigh a beany flashed on his head. He pulled the fabric down, his ears poking out of the holes in it. It was good for the cool temps, but he really didn’t want to be seen today. Especially by Ceil.

With that the coyote walked out the door and started his walk to classes.

***

“So, how did the whole date go with Ceil last night?” Cody asked as the two made their way to their next class. The buffalo and Donner shared a couple of classes in the afternoon, so they typically met up at lunch and went to class thereafter. Usually they would scramble a few assignments together just before class, working off each other’s answers to confirm if they were correct. Cody was usually the one who was right.

“It didn’t go well,” Donner admitted.

“Oh dude, I’m sorry,” Cody put his hand on the yote’s shoulder. “That fucking sucks. I know how much you liked him.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it’s over,” Donner sighed. “But…it’s probably over.”

“You mind if I ask what happened?”

“Only if you don’t judge me or whatever.”

“No chance of that happening dude,” Cody chuckled. “Did you at least get to fuck before you fucked up? Ya know, get it out of your system.”

“No, I mean…yes?”

“Dude, you did the nasty with the most straight laced person on campus? You deviant.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. We had sex first and then we had our date night.”

“Wait, you fucked and then had your date?”

“Yeah, I know, I’m a huge fucking slut,” Donner snapped and crossed his arms. “He thought so too.”

“Woah, dude, what a fucking asshole,” Cody put his hand on his forehead. “I mean, he fucks you, then says you’re a slut?”

“Yeah! Right!” Donner decided to get angry instead of sad, his heart not able to take another cry session. Especially in the center of campus.

“So, dude uses you to pop his cherry, dump his seed he’s been saving since grade school, then thinks he’s better than you because it’s his first nut? Dudes a total jerk.”

“I mean, it’s kind of my own fault for thinking he would be different just because he’s bi now, or whatever.”

“What do you mean he’s ‘bi now.’ Ain’t it a ‘you’re born this way’ thing?”

“I mean, yeah, but I…er…”

“You telling me you turned a straight man bi?” Cody cocked his brow. “I knew the man was repressed, but I didn’t realize he was ‘praying in a closet’ repressed.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m just so attractive that I turned him bi or whatever. Can you please let me just finish what I’m saying?”

“Shit dude, sorry. I just get worked up over that slut shaming shit.”

“I mean, same!” Donner gestured to himself. “How do you think I felt when he thought I should be ‘honored’ that I’m the only one he’s been with? That his body count was one and mine was...more.”

“I mean, what is it now? Thousands?”

“Oh shut up,” Donner shoved his friend chuckling. “But even after all that he was asking if he could still text me. I mean, dude, give me some time to think.”

“And then you fucked him, right?” Cody cocked a brow.

“No!” The yote practically howled. “I told him to leave! I wasn’t in the mood to be treated like some slut. I wanted to be treated like I fucking matter.”

“Yeah,” Cody nodded. “You wanted to get fucked like a dirty whore on the second date after he fell in love with that bussy.”

“Oh my god, STOP,” Donner shoved Cody, the big buffalo not even phased by the smaller yote’s push.

“Seriously man, that’s fucked up though. Proud of you for sticking to your guns.”

“Thanks,” Donner shoved his hands in his pockets. “Honestly, I don’t know if I should keep this up or if I should just call it. He made it clear he thinks he’s better than me…would you want to be with someone like that?”

“I mean, yeah,” Cody shrugged. “But I like putting my brats in their place. You like being the brat.”

“I mean, yeah, you got me,” Donner admitted. “But…I don’t know. It was the way he looked down on me in a way that just made me fell so small. I don’t know. Usually when it comes to that dirty talk there’s at least a semblance of respect. You know what I mean? I just felt…I don’t know. Disrespected, and not in a good way.”

“Dude, trust me, I get it,” Cody smirked. “When I spit in my brat’s face they know it comes from a place of them wanting it. Usually they beg for it, but ya know.”

“Then I’m not crazy, am I? I’m not overreacting?”

“I mean, how much did he actually say?”

That gave Donner pause as he realized he read Ceil’s mind for most of what he “said.” Did he even really have that conversation with Ceil or just the lion’s kneejerk thoughts?

“Enough to make me feel like crap,” Donner finally admitted.

“Then I say cut that turd loose. There are plenty of other people out there. It’s a big campus, you’ll find someone else to obsess over. Hell, maybe someone will obsess over you.”

“That’ll be the day,” Donner rolled his eyes. “Thanks though dude.”

“Don’t mention it,” Cody shrugged. “The right guy will find you someday. Until then we can talk shit about the people that we couldn’t believe we were into. Remember that one twink from south hall that had the big dick you rode?”

“I know, and he was so bad in bed. For someone who said he was landing MAD tail before he sure as hell didn’t know what he was doing with it.”

“That’s what happens when you got too big of a dick. You let your performance get rusty.”

“That’s funny coming from you,” Donner smirked. “From what I remember you got the deluxe package for a breeding bull.”

“Yeah, you and everyone else I’ve slammed into a mattress loves it.”

“Too bad you prefer girls,” Donner winked. “I could have made you a very happy man.”

“You sure as hell did that one night. But we just work better as friends.” Cody elbowed Donner. “Besides. Girls just hit sweeter than dudes. Given, dudes are so easy. You just snap a dick pick and they come running. Chicks like the romance.”

“I like the romance stuff too,” Donner furrowed his brow. “I had a date with Ceil, remember.”

“Yeah, but you fucked him first right? Right?” Cody egged him.

“Oh come off it,” Donner waved his friend’s comments off. “Not like you haven’t smashed then dated before.”

“Yeah, every dude I’ve ever been with was like that,” Cody smirked. “The chicks though, they love my finesse. My secret is learning how to roll your ‘R’s outside of your mouth. She might not remember your name, but she’ll remember popping off like it’s the fourth of July.”

“How do you even do that?” Donner tried to do the rolling R sound and instead did a little raspberry, his spit spraying in the air before he slapped his hand over his mouth to stop it. “Shit, dude, how?”

“You planning on diving into some pussy sometime? Won’t do you much good.”

“Dudes like to get rimmed too.”

“Oh yeah, captain pink eye over here, huh?”

“DUDE! Gross! Why do you always take it too far!”

Cody was just chuckling, unable to say much as Donner smacked his arm.

“Um, are you Donner?” Someone asked.

The coyote and the buffalo stopped mid stride to see a tiger. He was tall and slender. He wore a track suite with the zipper undone. His tank top was tight against his skin and a golden cross dangled between his pecs.

“Yeah, um…that’s me,” Donner’s eyes drank him in. He was hot, really hot. He was no Ceil, but he had that Italian mafia look to him while still having kind golden eyes.

“Hi, I’m Rajit,” he shouldered his backpack up higher as he leaned on one leg. “Listen, I’m Ceil’s dorm mate and I typically don’t get into his affairs or anything, but he’s…he’s been acting strange since last night.”

“What do you mean?” Donner cocked a brow.

“I mean, he’s been distant and…weird. You didn’t try to make a pass at him did you? He get’s really flustered when people try and…well, everyone knows you’re where to go if they want to get some.”

“Excuse me!” Donner stepped forward, his voice going low.

“Chill out dude,” Rajit put his hands up. “I’m just concerned about Ceil. I don’t care if you bounce on every dick from here to the Vatican. What you do with your soul is your business, but that doesn’t mean you get to just mess with my friend’s life and send him into a spiral.”

“Don’t worry, Jesus freak,” Cody took Donner by the shoulder. “Nothing happened. Your golden boy didn’t have his virtue ruined or whatever. As a matter of fact, Donner was the one to tell him to go home. So you can put away your torches and pitchforks. There won't be any crusade today.”

“So you did make a pass at him!” Rajit crossed his arms. “You know the kind of dorm he’s in. We have strict rules against sex, drugs, and alcohol. Are you trying to get him kicked out of our dorm?”

“Fuck off dude, nothing happened,” Donner snarled before stepping past him.

“Hey, I’m not done with you,” Rajit gripped Donner’s arm and jerked him back to face him.

Something in Donner snapped at that moment. Rage boiled and flared as Rajit’s claws gripped his wrist. The coyote spun and glared into Rajit’s eyes.

“Don’t FUCKING touch me!” Donner shrieked and swiped at Rajit, but the tiger was nimble and hoped out of the way, letting go of the coyote.

“Jesus! Chill out man,” Rajit held up his hands. “I’m just trying to figure out what happened.”

“Fuck off dude,” Cody flipped him the bird. “You’re just trying to justify Ceil’s shitty behavior because your golden boy couldn’t possibly be at fault, could he.”

“Ceil would never do anything to jeopardize his place in the dorm, so I know you did something.” Rajit said like it was some sort of all holy rhetoric.

“Go to hell,” Donner snarled and turned away.

“Slut,” Rajit huffed under his breath. Just loud enough for the two to hear, but not so loud the people who stopped to look could catch it.

Rajit stomped off in the other direction, snarling. The tiger just rounded a corner when his phone started to ring, the screen glowing through his track pants. He yanked it out of his pocket and blinked before answering.

“Ceil? You doing okay—”

“What did you just say to Donner?”

Rajit paused, looking around.

“Where are you?”

“Don’t touch him again,” Ceil’s voice had a very clear warning in it, but it only made Rajit more confused. Was Ceil scared?

“Ceil, what’s going on?”

A flutter of notes rang out over the call signifying it had ended. Rajit put his phone away and scanned the campus, looking for any trace of his dorm mate, but all he saw were a mix of faces, none of them the golden lion.

“What in God’s name has gotten into you,” Rajit huffed before throwing his hood up and walking to his next class.

***

“Don’t let him get to you,” Cody patted Donner on the back.

“Yeah, just forget him,” Donner sighed and put a smile on. “Like you said, he was a Jesus freak. I’m not going to try to unpack all that for him.”

“For real dude,” Cody shot him a thumbs up. “Honestly, I have no idea where these guys get off just judging us.”

“Isn’t that the whole point though? To be able to judge everyone else while putting yourself on a pedestal?”

“No wonder they’re going into physical therapy. They’re going to need some serious professional help from looking down all the damn time. Their necks must hurt like hell.”

“Right,” Donner chuckled as they reached the lecture hall. “You want to grab our seats? I need to refill my water bottle.”

“Yeah dude, no problem. While you’re at it, can you get mine? Thanks,” Cody tossed the coyote his water bottle. The coyote was ready for it, the buffalo having done this several times before, the dents in his Stanly from hitting the floor the first few times.

“Got ya covered,” Donner spun on his heels and went down the hall, the old brick building musty from its lack of humidity control. Donner went around the corner to the drinking fountain that had a water bottle filling station. They were the newest pieces of technology in the entire building. The science department insisted on using the old projectors from decades past, but at least they upgraded to water bottle fillers. It helped keep students hydrated while also cutting back on people leaving for water. It did result in an uptick in people excusing themselves to take a leak, but you can’t solve every problem.

It’s like every problem solved creates another duo of problems to deal with. One step forward two steps back. Donner simply sighed.

“Hey.”

Donner jumped out of his skin, his water bottle flying out of his hands and clattering into the drinking fountain as he spun around to see Ceil there. He was just standing there, his eyes glowing in the lowlight.

“Ceil, what the hell, you scared me—”

The lion lunged forward and gripped Donner by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall.

“Ceil! Get off me! What is wrong with you!”

***Last Night***

“Show me my god,” the words parted his lips and as soon as they were out, he knew he had opened a door he shouldn’t have. That power in his mind writhed like some eel as it twisted and pulled. The world fell out from beneath Ceil, only to be replaced with starry skies and waves of cosmic rays.

“My God,” Ceil breathed as he looked down, beneath him the bright blue light of the earth glowed beneath his foot paws. He was in space, out in the cosmos overlooking the world. Though, the power was directing his gaze upward.

Ceil flinched as something brushed his cheek. He blinked and put his hand up and pulled away a crumbling piece of stone. It was bleached white from the sun and crumbled against his touch. He rubbed his fingers together, the gravel breaking and turning into stardust that wafted around his fingers.

“Where am I?”

“The throne of your God,” the voice answered, the words echoing like some celestial herald.

From the waves of cosmic light and nebulas, a hall bled into existence. White stone like some cobbled street stretched out before the lion. Grand pillars lined the walk way that lead to an enormous chair, a throne fit for a giant god.

For a moment, Ceil was filled with such grandeur and joy. His heart swelled knowing it was real, that it was all real…only for a growing sense of dread to take him.

The throne was empty.

The pathway leading to it was cracked and crumbled, the pillars chipped, and several toppled, contributing to the asteroid belt that rimmed the throne room. The throne rose high above, the back of it hallowing the sun and showing off it’s corona, but a large chunk of the throne had been blasted away by space debris, a broken epitaph to a proverbial grave.

“I don’t understand,” Ceil stepped forward, the bricks beneath his foot paws grinding together loosely. He had been the first thing to set foot on this throne in a long time. He could feel the absence of life.

“Why is this throne empty?” Ceil demanded an answer.

“Your God abandoned this world a long time ago,” the voice uttered the truth like it were a simple fact. “The God you know, the God you worship, was never here during your life time, or many lifetimes before that.”

“Lies!” Ceil shouted, his voice echoing through the empty halls like some mocking specter.

“We can only tell you the truth. Your God is no longer here. He never was during the time you have lived.”

“No,” Ceil snarled. “That’ can’t be true. That would mean…that would mean that…”

“Yes, you have been lied to,” the voice took on a tender tone as if to comfort him. “Humanity was freed from Divinity’s control a long time ago, set adrift in the cosmos to find a new fate, a new faith, a new God.”

“How…how could I be so stupid?”

“It wasn’t your fault. No one alive knew. The people that did, lied to maintain control and power. To deceive is to be human. You are a victim of your own species’ hubris.”

“Shut up!” Ceil screamed. “Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!”

“We warned you—”

“SHUT UP!” Ceil shrieked, the power going still inside him. The lion brushed his fingers through his hair, holding his skull together, the pounding and ringing in his ears enough to think his head might just pop. “This is just a bad dream, this isn’t real, this can’t be real. This isn’t possible. There has to be a god, right?”

“Yes, there is a god,” the voice answered.

“But you said…so you lied to me?” Ceil snarled, his teeth bared as his claws came into sharp relief.

“I didn’t lie. Your God is no more. They are gone. But there is still a god. A singular one still exists in your world.”

“Then show me that god!” Ceil demanded. “Show me them now!”

A duo of meteors collided above the throne, birthing a new nebula. The glowing space dust wafted over the throne room, shimmering waves of light before the pinks and oranges gave way to cobalt blues and electric flairs.

It was eons in the making, but the image was finally formed.

“Donner…” Ceil’s eyes went wide. “No…No he can’t be a god.”

“Simply having the powers of a god is what makes you one. He may be of human flesh, born a mortal, but was given Divinity by one of the Everlasting. Rapture himself.”

“The Everlasting?” Ceil’s brow furrowed. “What is that?”

“The Everlasting are the pillars of what makes creation.”

“You mean, like Life and Death?”

“Close,” the voice continued. “Death is an Everlasting, the final of the never ending, but Life is made of so many other aspects. There is Joy, there is Struggle, there is Rage and Love. Life and Death are not antonyms, but part of a never ending spiral that makes its way through the entirety of all that is and will be. These eternals have different hands in every world that is created, but there is one that usually adds something more to each one. No two worlds are the same, and no one world stays the same for long. If you wish to know the most constant of all Everlastings, it would be Change.”

“Then…Donner is the last god, the last Everlasting of our world.”

“The Everlasting are the building blocks of life, but when one becomes more powerful than the rest, it manifests as a God, an embodiment of that Everlasting.”

“That would mean that…Desire was the most powerful Everlasting in our world. That’s what created Rapture.”

“In a sense, yes,” the voice answered.

“What do you mean, in a sense?” Ceil snarled.

“Rapture wasn’t the only Everlasting of your world. The first that existed was Fear. The fear of darkness is still ingrained in your DNA. The fear of the unknown, of a new world, kept its inhabitance safe from harm, gave them time to grow. Then came Rage that brought carnage and wrath for dominance of the world. Your Old Testament is a loose record of that kind of God. Then came Love, a very much needed reprieve, and from that Love, Desire took root and was born, made from the previous God you worshiped.”

“Made? So he wasn’t born like the other everlastings?”

“Rapture has barred anyone from knowing his story. All I can say is that he was forced into the role of an Everlasting. It chose him rather than him choosing it.”

“So…we can choose to become a God?”

“That is a complicated question,” the voice paused. “Do you mean a god in the sense of a pharaoh of Egypt? They were worshiped as gods though held no true divinity. Or do you mean like in Donner’s case?”

“Like Donner,” Ceil clapped his hands together and started doing a chopping motion to try and keep this voice moving along.

“No, one cannot simply choose to be a god, but if you are given the opportunity as Donner has, then you can choose to become one.”

“So Donner is a god? The ruler of all that is and ever shall be?”

“Yes, for a time.”

“Explain,” Ceil grit his teeth. He wanted a clear answer.

“Donner has been given a window of time to see if he wishes to be a God. He has until the next full moon to decide. If he desires it, he shall remain the God of this world.”

“What would happen if he doesn’t become the next God?” Ceil’s brow furrowed.

“Then a new God will rise in time. The Everlasting that is the strongest shall manifest and choose a champion.”

“A Champion? What’s that?”

“The closest term that you would understand would be a Prophet. Much like your parables about Moses, the Prophet would be responsible for enacting their God’s will, if any is to be enforced. Performing miracles and grand feats like parting seas and summoning pillars of flame.”

“Then, who is Donner’s Champion?”

“You,” the power responded flatly.

“Me?!” Ceil went rigid like someone had stepped on his tail. “What do you mean me?!”

“The fact that you are using your God’s power so we can speak is testament to his claim on you as his champion.”

“His champion? What does that mean?”

“Whatever he defines it as,” the voice answered.

“And what does he want?”

***Present***

“Ceil!” Donner was demanding an answer when the Lion’s lips pressed against his. The yote was so taken aback that he simply froze.

“I’m sorry,” Ceil breathed. “I’m so sorry Donner—”

Smack!

Ceil bent to the side, his hand coming to his cheek where Donner slapped him.

“Ceil! What the hell is wrong with you!”

“You…You hit me?” Ceil still looked dazed as he stood back up, Donner having stepped away to make some distance between them.

“Yeah! First I tell you that I need space and then all of a sudden you’re on top of me out of nowhere?”

“Why?” Ceil huffed.

“What do you mean? You just jumped me out of nowhere thinking I’m just going to forgive you? I need time to think.”

“No,” Ceil brushed his cheek with the back of his hand before straightening up. “Why did you choose me? You must have seen something in me, something special. Why did you choose me?”

“What are you talking about?” Donner furrowed his brow. “Ceil, what the hell are you saying?”

“You chose me! Why! You chose me, gave me this gift, and I don’t understand why. Is it because you expect me to do something? Was the other night a test? I need to know. I’ve always been tested, and I’ve never been told what they were, but I should know now. I can talk to you directly.”

“If you want to know so bad, then just ask the power I gave you,” Donner was about to turn away when Ceil gripped his shoulder and tugged him back around. “Let go of me!”

“Shit,” Ceil let go of Donner jacket as though it were a red hot poker he grabbed the wrong end of. “No, sorry. It…” Ceil grit his teeth, a low growl coming from his throat. “It won’t tell me.” Ceil flexed his fingers, his claws extending out as his fur stood on end. “I need to know my purpose. Why did you choose me? Did you want me to do something specific? What did you need me to do? To help you or change something? What is it that you want me to do?”

“I don’t want you to do anything,” Donner shook his head. “Just leave me alone!”

“No,” Ceil came back and gripped Donner, keeping him from leaving again. The coyote spun around and went to punch the lion in the maw, but he was ready this time. The tai-chi instructor gripped Donner’s wrist and redirected his momentum.

“Ceil! Stop!” Donner growled as the lion forced him against the wall.

“No, no, you don’t get to take away everything I had and tell me there’s no point. You owe me this, you OWE me an explanation. You owe me a reason.” Ceil’s jaw was set as he practically seethed the words out. “But it’s okay,” Ceil’s green eyes snapped from rage to a desperate understanding. “Because you can make it real. You can do anything. You just need to want to.”

“Ceil, you’re scaring me, stop,” Donner was going to scream, but Ceil gripped his muzzle with his free hand, sealing it shut as his scream was lost in his maw.

“No, No, no, shhhh, it’s okay, I’m here, I’m your champion and I’m here to serve, and I know the kind of stuff you like too. I know what you want. I know everything you like, like this little spot,” Ceil leaned in and nipped the coyote’s neck, the little yote struggling against Ceil’s grip as he bit down on that sensitive tendon. Donner gave a shuddering yip, trying to squirm out of Ceil’s grip.

“Stop struggling,” Ceil snarled, but then he had to hold in a yelp as Donner slammed his heel down on the lion’s foot paw. As soon as Ceil’s concentration was broken, the coyote was able to wring one of his hands free and push Ceil away.

“Stop it! I don’t want this!” Donner barked.

“Don’t lie to me,” Ceil growled. “I know you want to be treated like dirt. You like being talked down to.”

“No, I don’t, just stop it!” Donner’s heart was pounding. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You made me this way,” Ceil growled. “You wanted this.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Don’t LIE to me,” Ceil growled. “You want this, you want me to want you and I do. I want you more than anything in the world, and I want you to want me. How do you want me to treat you? How do I get you to want me again?”

Ceil’s eyes blinked, his ears twitching as a sly grin played across his face.

“I can do that,” Ceil sniffed and ran his fingers through his hair, coming it back into place as he looked down on Donner. “You like men looking down on you? I bet you even like it a little when I called you a slut.”

“Shut up you fucking freak,” Donner growled, bearing his fangs.

“Yeah you do,” Ceil smirked. “You love that kind of thing. You like it when men look down on you and treat you like the slutty yote you are.”

Donner didn’t realize Ceil was walking to him, but he was going to leave. Before he could though, the lion punched the wall, his knuckles cracking against the old brick. Donners eyes went wide.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you go,” Ceil curled his lips up, his fangs shining in the low light. “But when you’re laying on your futon tonight, playing with your dirty little hole, just think of me, because I’ll be thinking of you.”

Ceil huffed, his hot breath streaming on Donner’s face before he pushed off the wall, his knuckles bloody and the brick stained with it. He shoved it into his jacket and walked away.

“What the hell…” Donner didn’t realize he was breathing heavy. He gulped down and went to get his water bottle, but when he bent over to grab it, he realized he had a raging hard on in his pants. A dark spot had formed where he had pitched a tent.

***

“Dude, you going to be okay?” Cody asked as he brushed his teeth in the kitchen sink.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Not like he has a key to our place or anything. I didn’t jump into a relationship with him at lesbian speeds.”

“Oh yeah,” Cody spat into the sink. “Remember Kelsey and how she basically moved in with Leia the same week?”

“Trust me, I remember her,” Donner sighed. “For real though. I’ll be fine.”

“I still think you should report him to campus security.”

“I just don’t want to get him kicked out of his dorm. It’s not like it’s his fault.”

“What do you mean? Are you seriously defending him assaulting you in the hall?”

“No, I mean…it’s just complicated.”

“Sure, you’re thinking with the wrong head.” Cody rolled his eyes and rinsed his maw in the sink before washing his spit down. “Whatever man. Not like I can report him for you.”

Donner felt bad. The only reason Ceil was in this mess was because he wanted him to do something he never wanted to. So now…it was just sort of a mess. He would have to figure it out, and it seemed more complicated than just willing him to be back to normal. There was something tricky about this power that made it hard to pin down, but he would have to. If anything, for Ceil’s sake.

“Seriously though,” Cody popped into the living room, the massive buffalo and his thick gut coming into view, his free balling hog outlined in his pajama pants. “You going to be okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Donner nodded. He was sitting on his futon, a show playing on the TV and hugging a pillow to his chest. He was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts, his legs on full display. “I promise I’ll let you know if I need anything. For now, you just being here helps.”

“Good, cuz I got an early morning tomorrow with my rugby team and I can’t afford to be off my game. I’m going to pack it in. You shout if you need anything though.”

“Sure,” Donner smiled and hugged his pillow closer. “Thanks Cody.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waived the coyote’s thanks off as he swaggered off to his room.

Donner gave a deep sigh. He felt safe in his apartment, and he knew he could relax. He flung himself back onto his futon and settled in for a night of numbing television.

As the anime played that he had seen a hundred times before, he got lost on his phone. Donner wasn’t much for doom scrolling, but he needed a moment to just turn his brain off. He switched from app to app, scrolling through feed after feed like some lion circling its cage in a zoo. He would glance up at his show when he got to his favorite parts which were usually the fight scenes.

“Oh shit, this one is really good,” Donner locked his phone and watched as the muscled freaks on the screen would throw punches, scream, shout, and keep fighting. It was like WWE for nerds and he loved it. The hero had just unlocked some special super power and had the villain on the ropes.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the hero on the screen growled to the villain that had killed his home planet. The hero gripped the purple bad-doer by the arm, stopping him in his tracks before flinging him back to their fighting arena.

“Ugh,” Donner rolled his eyes as he watched the scene unfold like it was an over dramatization of what happened earlier that day. He cradled his wrist, his fingers gently wringing around it as though there were some invisible shackle there.

“Seriously though,” Donner muttered. “Where does he get off being such an ass. Just coming out of nowhere and expecting everything to be okay, for me to just forgive and—”

Donner paused as he took that hand and moved it up to his lips, his claw tips brushing them, flinching away for a brief moment as he remembered the desperation on Ceil’s own lips, but then he gently rested his fingers there, his claw tips feeling the light flutter of breath, his paw pads gently brushing his bottom lip as his hand sank back down.

“Ceil…” Donner muttered. “What on earth did I do to you?”

The memory played back in his mind as he went over the moment, looking for some sort of answer or clue on what to do. He could feel those hands on his shoulders, those claws gripping him possessively. He took a soft intake of breath as he arched his back, the memory of being slammed against the wall. He gently turned his head away, imagining that fist again. The way Ceil bled for him…

Donner blinked as he realized he was holding his breath. He let it out in a shuddering sigh, his dick practically bending the pillow in his lap. The coyote bit his lower lip.

“…think of me…”

Donner slipped a hand down under his athletic shorts, his fingers brushing over that red hot member, the tip a dribbling mess.

“…when you’re laying on your futon tonight, playing with your dirty little hole…”

He ran his fingers down, strings of his pre lacing them together already as he slipped his fingers between his legs. A silent gasp plastered itself across Donner’s face as he brushed his pucker, the tight ring quivering as his pre slicked fingers brushed over it.

Donner couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but let a finger slip in. He could practically hear Ceil’s hot breath on his ear again.

“Good boy…” Donner knew Ceil didn’t say that, but fuck if that didn’t send a shiver down his spine that shot directly into his burning loins.

Donner’s balls ached, and his hole clenched around his finger as he slipped it in further. Lube started dripping off his knuckles as his self-lubricating ass dribbled with his desire. The sweet, sweet sensation of brushing his prostate rolled up the little yote. His muscles flexed, his fur stood on end, he bit his lower lip.

“That’s right, that’s my good boy. Think of me and tell me exactly what you want…”

“Fuck, I want you…” Donner muttered as he slipped in another finger.

“That’s right, you want me, don’t you. You know it in your bones. You want these big paws all over your body. You want me to pin you under my heel and make you lap at my foot paws like a good little pet.”

“Oh, uh, uh, uhnf,” Donner was panting lightly as he stroked his delicious bundle of nerves, his entire hole a needy g-spot as he slicked his fingers in and out of his dripping hole. His athletic shorts were getting darker, his tent drinking his pre and darkening. The shiny fabric was staring to cling more and more to his dick as he continued fucking himself on his fingers.

“That’s right boy, you wish you had that daddy lion dick deep inside you.”

Donner held back a gasp as he arched his back as he remembered his time with Ceil in the cave. The waves of pleasure rolling through him as that tender lover worked his way in.

_ “Yeah, I know you like it tender, I know you like it sweet, but you also like it rough.”_

Donner bit his lip as he imagined Ceil pinning him against the wall. What would have happened if he just let go and forgave him? What if he just let him do what he wanted. He would have made out in that hall, his hands roaming over his body possessively, cherishing every curve and vein. Donner would have wrapped his hands around his neck while that dominant lion would have gripped his thighs and lifted him up.

Donner’s toe paws fanned before he pushed them together, linking them at the ankle as he continued to slip his fingers in and out of his little hole.

He was there, in that moment, his legs wrapped around Ceil as they made out in the dark hallway, their hot breath mingling as that inexperienced maw lapped at his.

“Yeah, you’d teach me just how to kiss, wouldn’t you? You’d show me exactly how you’d like to get handled.”

“yess…humf,” Donner stifled a wine as he lined up another finger with his hole. In his imagination he could see it. Ceil would have forced his athletic pants down, dropped his own so his dick was swinging in the open before shoving it where it belonged.

“Yeah, who’s ass is that…who owns that ass?”

“It’s yooooo-yours,” Donner had to keep it down, drool dripping from his muzzle as he added another finger into his hole. Ceil dug deeper than that, he reached farther, he stretched him wider, but this is all he had at the moment. The little yote gave little whimpering moans as he rode his fingers, his other hand pulling away his shorts and throwing his pillow on the ground.

“Yeah, fucking think of me while you jerk off. Just like I thought you would, you little slut,” Ceil rumbled in his mind as he thrusted into the coyote’s hole. “Yeah, play with your little love button like a good boy and think of who owns that hole. Think about how you’re going to make it up to me for denying me my property.”

“Holy shit,” Donner had to stifle a little squeal, his fingers slipping further into himself until only his pinky and thumb were out of his hole, the pucker stretched around those fingers and quivering. His hole dribbled over his knuckles, the lube dripping down onto his futon as he continued to play with his hole. Donner took his free hand and gripped his member. He could feel every stroke of his prostate as his member tried to get pass full mass. That dick throbbed with each stroke of his fingers, every pet of his bussy caused that member to flex, grow a deeper shade of red, and dribble pre that he would swipe up and stroke over his dick.

And Holy FUCK his cock was sensitive.

It was like he could feel his pre dribbling, boiling in his prostate as it bubbled out of his dick. He slid his fingers tenderly over his prostate, the way Ceil would do. He felt it flex around his fingers, the bundle of muscle squelching as he could feel his pre dribble through it and come out of his cock. Donner didn’t want to waste it, so he got into position again, upside down on his futon with his long legs spread-eagle across the back wall, fingers knuckle deep while he jacked his wolf dick in his face.

“Good boy, don’t waist what the good lord gave you and lap that sweet nectar.”

Donner could only huff as a deep blush took over his muzzle. His eyes half sheathed as he stroked his member, large wads of it oozing out of his tip and smacking his face. He gave a soft moan, the image of sucking Ceil’s cock flashed into his mind, the strands of drool connecting his lips and his, so many dirty images of him being a good little slut for the lion.

“That’s right, you’re a fucking slut. MY slut,” Dark Ceil’s voice was deeper, huskier, more pointed, but still had that adoration behind it. Donner knew in his heart of hearts he could tell him to stop and he would.

“But you wouldn’t ever deny me, would you pup?”

Donners eyes went crossed as he picked up the pace in his ass, his fingers squelching almost too loud as he fingered away, biting his lip as his dick spat pre in his face.

“That’s right, you just keep gooning on my dick like a good little slut. You ready for a mouthful of your favorite treat? Want that lion spunk? My dirty musk giving you back-shots and dick breath?”

Donner’s hand was a blur, sliding over his cock like mad as his foot paws splayed, his toes flexing and twitching as his fur stood on end. He was close, so close, and he wasn’t going to stop. Ceil would want to make his toes curl. He would want to make him scream.

“Open wide you little slut,” Dark Ceil rumbled before Donner’s prostate clenched so hard that his asshole almost forced those fingers out. Donner didn’t need to open his mouth, he just needed to hold back his scream as his cock throbbed. The first shot slapping him across the face and mouth before he corrected for the other shots. Each one a thick musky stream that smacked the back of his throat. He groaned and slammed his fingers into his hole, milking his orgasm as he tried to get his dick in his mouth.

Then, suddenly, his spine became more flexible, his dick grew longer and slipped past his lips.

“That’s right, shut up. Sluts should be felt, not heard,” Dark Ceil growled.

Donner thought he was busting before, but with one lick of his cock, his prostate clenched, his asshole squirted his juices over the futon and the wall, streams of his orgasm shooting out of his hole and his longer dick as he was forced to take that nut deep into his maw, fucking his own face as his feet dangled in the air.

Donner didn’t even realize he was gripping his knot until his orgasm started to fade. He let go and gulped down the last of his cum, flopping to the side and panting on his futon. The only cum he missed was that first shot, the one that was filling his nose with the scent of man. He lapped it up, imagining Ceil tenderly swiping away the strands with his fingers before putting them in his maw to suckle on. The coyote practically mewled as he sucked on his own fingers, imagining they were Ceils’ larger ones, and disappointed when he knew they were his own.

***

“Is he thinking of me?”

“Yes,” The voice answered.

“Is he…touching himself?”

“Yes,” the voice answered again.

“And is he wishing I was there?”

“Yes.”

Thick wet stroking could be heard as Ceil stroked himself in the shower, whispering his questions to the universe as he imagined Donner, the God of his world, pleasuring himself to the thought of his presence.

“I know what you want,” Ceil purred as he stroked his dick, his member red and engorged with his pleasure. “I know everything you want Donner. You might not tell me, but I’ve never been directly told what my god wanted. I’m a master of knowing his will, your will. I’ll be sure to make you so happy. You just don’t know it yet. I’m your champion, your protector, your prophet. I know what you need and I know what you want.”

Ceil’s mind was brought back to that cosmic plane, that empty throne room where he had asked that all important question. Only this time, the throne wasn’t empty. Ceil sat there, Donner in his lap, his beautiful ass bouncing on his dick as the cosmos bent to his will.

“Yess…” Ceil stroked his meat, the hot steam of the shower filling with his musk. “This is the thing you like, the creed you know. I will be your crusader and I will make the world the way you truly want it. I’m your holy warrior, and I can do no wrong if I do it in your name. In the name of your desire.”

Ceil’s balls bounced before spewing his thick ropes over the wall. He huffed, the pleasure tingling in his soles. His only regret that his seed wasn’t being spilled where it belonged. He huffed and licked his fingers.

“You’ll forgive me, I know it. I just need to push you more. It’s what you would want.”

“Yes…”