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Dark Passenger

By Limewah

Commission for TeryxC

18+

Teryx kept staring at the crumpled pile of shirts on his bed, having emptied his drawer and spread them out all across the dishevelled bed. He'd properly make it up later.

He was planning on going for his morning run, and today he was feeling like wearing that orange mesh tank top, the one that let his scales breathe a little better. It also complemented his electric blue scales and his white face, and matched his mane of sun-coloured hair. He wanted to look cute on his morning run..

But he couldn't find it anywhere. In fact, everything that had a brighter colour scheme seemed to be gone; it was nothing but monochrome. Nothing that even showed off his arms. It was all white long-sleeve turtlenecks and black trousers... and nothing else. Not the sort of outfits he'd normally wear.

Had he done a wardrobe refresh and forgotten about it? That didn't seem possible.

His room felt off, uncanny, and strange. Like he'd stepped into his childhood room and found that it wasn't as he'd remembered. But he lived here. He'd been here for more than a year at this point.

He felt weirdly sluggish this morning- when he woke up, he felt a heaviness and an exhaustion that normally came after a very long sleep, or recovering from a cold.

He took his time combing the house; the laundry room and the living room turned up nothing. He wondered if he had accidentally thrown it out. Or maybe Roe had done that.

Was he getting pranked? That wasn't something Roe would do. His fox boyfriend was a very kind, sweet person; teasing wasn't really in his nature at all, let alone gaslighting his partner.

He left the bedroom and made his way down the hall towards the laundry room. The dragon's golden eyes were idly drawn towards the walls. The pictures on the walls had changed too.

Where had all their travel photos gone? This hall had rows of photos from their various vacations. Beaches, mountains, cities, all of them with an embracing dragon and fox taking up the left side of the image. They were gone, replaced with...

Teryx wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. They were photographs, but he couldn't quite tell what of. Distant shadowy shapes. A flash of orange against a white background - a bit of shoulder, maybe Roe's? A picture of three sharp talons raking a trail of red against flesh. It was strange and macabre, and the more he examined each painting, the more they seemed to tell a story, the more they seemed to relate to each other. But what did it -

Teryx's head suddenly throbbed, a stabbing pain just behind his left eye that made him grunt and stumble. His mouth felt dry and his heart skipped a beat.

He probably was dehydrated. Some water from the kitchen would set him right.

When he got into the kitchen, he opened up the fridge to get the water jug, and was greeted with mountains of raw meat, vacuum packed and stacked into every corner.

...There was no way the two of them could eat all that meat. It was more than they'd have in a month. Plus, last Teryx remembered, Roe and him were trying out being totally vegetarian.

When did that change?

In any case, there was no sign of the jug, so he had to settle for tepid tap water. It cut some of the thickness in his throat and put him a little more at ease.

...Those knives were new. Not to mention scary-looking, with their jagged edges and ornate curved handles. They looked like something you'd use in a sacrificial ritual, not so much for cutting vegetables.

Or even those hunks of meat, for that matter. They seemed more ornamental than anything.

Heading back into the living room, Teryx took in a bunch of new sights. The TV had doubled in size for one thing, and the coffee table had been changed out for something sleek and monochrome. It looked expensive.

And he loved their old coffee table; it was a hand-me-down from Roe's dad that they brought in when they first moved in together.

Another stab of pain impacted him, leading him to fall down on the couch. He landed right on the remote, and the TV switched on.

He was bombarded with imagery of naked flesh - a pair of muscular lions tearing at each other's close before one pushed himself into the other. The dragon grasped for the remote and tried to change the channel.

More pornography; this time of a shot otter getting his face and body licked by a long, serpentine tongue. A loud moan was cut off as he quickly hit the mute button, worried the whole neighbourhood would have heard that.

Channel after channel of hard-core, high-def pornography waited for him; when he found the Smart TV's built-in menu, he found nothing but smut channels waiting for him, with names like Snake in the Ass and The Poor Little Chinchilla Vol. 8.

...They'd gotten into watching porn? Roe always said he wasn't a fan of the stuff...

Another stab. Okay. he needed to get out of the house and get this stuff out of his head. He put on one of the turtlenecks and decided the best thing he could do was go for a walk. A form-fitting top like this would not be fun to run in, even on a chilly day like this one.

The walk took him far longer than he anticipated. He zoned out, his mind attempting to sift through the differences and changes, and make some sense - any sense - at all.

One idle daydream took him away from those fears and confusions; a significantly more sexual one.

The thrust of his hips against his boyfriend's rump.

The soft whimpering gasps Roe made as his back arched.

Roe's tail brushing and tickling against the underside of Teryx's chin as the dragon pushed his fox harder against the headboard.

Drool wicked from the corner of Teryx' mouth as his thrusts got more bestial, almost violent. Roe screaming with pained pleasure as Teryx split him open...

The strangest part of the dream was that, even though he was watching himself, he felt still. As though his body was moving independently of him, like he was a prisoner in his own body watching someone else pilot it and plough his partner.

It was vivid, so vivid that he had to stop his walk and rush into a coffee shop bathroom before his erection got too pronounced. Biting on his lip didn't do much to stop the throbbing arousal, and eventually he had no other choice but to have a shameful wank in the bathroom, trying his damndest not to make too much noise.

As he stroked himself, hunched over the toilet, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the sink.

At first, he thought his eyes were bloodshot. But as he looked closer (hand still frantically pumping his dick), he saw his sclera were completely red, like a bloody sky around two small suns.

He couldn't take his eyes off himself, and didn't realise he'd passed the tipping point for his climax until he painted the wall with his seed.

Cursing his luck and his distractions, he hurriedly wiped the walls down and scuttled out of the coffee shop, certain that everyone was staring at him.

As he ran out, a vision flashed through his mind. Or a memory.

He was in his shower. Staring into the eyes of his reflection, unable to stop himself, wanting more and more pleasure... Cumming forcefully. Just as he'd just done.

It was a memory. It had slipped his mind. His pre-run shower had simply faded from his memory, while he was distracted by his clothes...

He felt like he was losing his mind.

By the time Teryx arrived home, Roe was back, lying on the couch with his feet up. He hadn't gotten out of his work clothes, aside from opening up his white shirt.

The orange fox opened an eye and looked at his dragon; the moment he saw him, he leapt to his feet and slunk towards him.

"You're home early!" Teryx said.

"I finished early, sexy," Roe said, a come-hither look in his eyes.. "I managed to convince them to let me head home. What were you up to?"

"I was out for a walk," Teryx said, rubbing the back of his head and shuffling a little hesitantly towards the couch to close the gap.

When Roe reached him, his paw went straight for Teryx' crotch, grasping at the outline of his cock.

These unprompted gropings weren't rare, but they weren't common either, and they definitely weren't done so quickly about seeing him. Roe seemed a little confused, too, as he felt up Teryx's shaft.

"What's the matter?" Roe asked.

"Oh, nothing, nothing..."

"You sure? You're not even hard yet..."

"Uhm, y-yeah, I mean, I'm not sure I'm in the mood..." though if he kept that up, that would change. His pants were getting tighter...

"Really? Because normally, by now..." Roe stood on his tiptoes to coo into Teryx's ear. "You'd be rutting me... the same way you did this morning."

He did...?

Another stab of pain in his head. Roe sensed Teryx's tension and pulled back, the seductive demeanour falling away and replaced with concern.

"...are you all right, hon?" Roe asked. He placed a paw on Teryx's head, rubbing it gently. "You don't feel like you have a fever...

"I'm..." Teryx sighed, closing his eyes and letting the soft hand do its work. "Nothing in this house is the way I remember it. Where did all our photos go? And the coffee table?"

"Oh, we threw out that old thing when we got this one a week ago! Remember?"

"...No, I don't. I thought we loved that table. It was your-"

"And the photos are in storage, you said you were sick of looking at them."

"...Really?"

"Really!" Roe said. Now he looked uneasy.

"Okay, what's going on...?" Teryx's hands defensively crossed and a slight tinge of frustration was apparent on his face. "Who are you and what have you done with Roe?"

It was a joke, but not entirely unserious. Roe looked confused and hurt.

"We... you decided on all this, don't you remember?"

"I seriously don't know."

"Oh... your pendant!" Roe:s eyes lit up. "Of course... I'm so sorry I forgot about it, I was just giving it a polish but I brought it with me to work!"

His pendant?! What pendant? Just one more straw on the camel's back : it wouldn't be long before it broke.

The headache returned, untangling his arms as he clutched at his head.

"Oh, oh no, I'm so sorry!" Roe's apologies became more and more profuse as he frantically ran to his bag and rifled inside it. "It's in here, I'll get it right back on you and things will be back to the way they were."

When Roe turned to face Teryx again, he had a golden amulet in his hands, with its chain unclasped. The amulet was quite small, with a round dark gem in its centre and an ornate silver filigree surrounding it.

It looked... totally unfamiliar to him.

"You don't remember." Roe said, a look of despair on his face. "Oh no... I hope you're not gone."

"Gone?!" Teryx said. He took a confused step back as the fox approached. Dread pooled in the pit of his stomach.

Roe had a strange look in his eyes now, a distant, almost deranged one.

"Yes, this amulet is meant to keep you protected. It's meant to keep you from losing yourself, who you are, what I love about you..."

"I thought you loved me as it was?" Teryx asked. "I'm.. the same Teryx you've always known."

"Teryx?" Roe stopped again. "Okay, are you gaslighting me now? That's not your name."

Teryx hoped he was dreaming.

"What is my name then...?" he asked.

"You're Storm," Roe said. "Who else would you be?."

"...I've... always been Teryx."

"Pfft. Right." Roe's tone was so casually dismissive, like he was writing it off as some weird joke.

Teryx' heart and stomach twisted. This... had to be a nightmare.

Roe strode towards him, holding the chains of the amulet out.

"Here, put this back on and it'll all come back to you..."

Teryx was bigger and broader than Roe. He knew it would be easy enough to overpower and evade. But he still was dumbfounded, confused, with a tinge of heartbreak. Roe got dangerously close, raising the pendant towards the paralysed dragon's neck.

Teryx snapped out of his confusion and batted the pendant away gently.

"Roe, come on-"

"Put it back on, please, and then things can go back to the way they were..." Roe kept trying to foist it on him, pushing forward and trying to close the gap. There were tears of fear in his eyes. It was like they were living in two completely different realities, neither able to understand or perceive the others. Roe's insistence became more forceful, and Teryx had to start stepping backwards to get out of the fox's reach.

"I'm begging you, Storm, please..."

"I'm not putting it on!" Teryx said. "I'm not Storm! You need to stop-!"

The pendant got very close to his chest at a few points, and he felt a strange pull, like his chest was magnetised, or there was a slot for the gem to fit into. It felt strangely familiar, and comforting.

That comfort terrified him.

Roe's paw was insistent, and he kept trying to close the gap. It made Teryx feel weak with pity for his love. So weak that he didn't catch himself walking into the new coffee table and falling backwards, smashing it underneath his weight.

"Oh no!" Roe gasped. "Oh no, I'm so sorry Storm, please don't be mad..."

Teryx arched his back and tried to right himself, but Roe was on top of him, touching his face and guiding the pendant around his neck.

As soon as the clasp clicked around his neck, Teryx felt a surge of intense pleasure, so intense that he couldn't stop drool from slipping from the corner of his mouth. His cock was rock-hard in an instant. His limbs turned to stone and his head turned to honey.

There was something terrifyingly familiar about all this.

The helpless horniness from earlier came back, even more powerfully than before.

More flashes of memory of Roe's body against his - bent over low and clutching the wall, or with his face squished in between Teryx' thighs as he gulped and choked frantically.

The throbbing stabs of pain turned pleasurable, like his head was being fucked. It was frighteningly pleasant.

His muscles and bones felt like they had just turned to stone, his body locked in place, leaving him helpless to do anything but stare into his lover's eyes and see the relief spread along his face.

"There... you're coming back to me, I can see it..."

A voice spoke inside Teryx's head, a low guttural snarl.

I will be taking what is mine back now.

The voice...

-

He knew it well.

Teryx didn't really believe Roe's ramblings about how this black-and-silver amulet would improve his stamina and libido - but even if it didn't work, what harm would it do to try it out? He was happy to indulge his lover's weird little interests in the occult.

More than that, it was just a really lovely six-month anniversary gift.

Teryx felt bad that he didn't have anything prepared, but Roe assured him there was an easy way to make up for it.

Even if the gem was only a placebo, they did have a pretty good fuck that evening.

The whisper came as they were cuddling each other, nose to nose. Roe had already fallen asleep, a soft snore accompanying each inhale.

More...

It was so quiet. Barely a whisper. He chalked it up to a waking dream.

More, the voice whispered again the next morning as the fox slipped out of bed and the dragon's morning wood throbbed. He found it odd that the voice was the same as before.

More, it whispered when he got a text from the fox saying 'I Love You'.

More, it said whenever Teryx climaxed.

MORE, the voice demanded every time he felt any pleasure at all, especially when it was tied to Roe. He fixated. He salivated. He was thinking about Roe's body, inside and out, almost every single moment. The texture and taste of the inside of his mouth, the scent of his fur, the way his cock trembled and his voice quivered just before he climaxed.

Whenever Roe spoke, Teryx could only think of making that voice scream with pleasure. He wanted more of him. More. More.

And then, one night, when they were curled up on the couch, the voice became more than just a voice. It pounced on him from somewhere deep in his mind. Teryx's whole body clenched tight, his body turning to stone.

"Ow!" Roe yelped. "Not so hard, hon!"

Teryx was salivating, his dick throbbing. His body relaxed, but only so that it could push Roe onto his back. It was moving of... not its own accord, but something else's.

MINE.

Roe was giggling at first, pleasantly surprised.

"Naaah, not now, okay?" he said, wriggling his body playfully and pressing one of his feet into Teryx's stomach. "I'm not in the mood..."

Teryx wanted to warn him, to protest, but he was locked in. He could not stop his hand from grabbing the fox's shoulder, almost roughly enough to draw blood.

"OW!" Roe said. "Stop it!"

Teryx couldn't stop the other hand from going between Roe's legs. Roe pushed it away again.

"What's the matter with you?!"

The fox looked down at the amulet dangling from Teryx's throat, then back into his eyes.

A mask of fearful recognition came over the fox's face. He tried to reach for the pendant.

But Teryx's hand gripped his throat and held him still, forcing him to stare. Roe's face melted from fear into a strange serenity as his eyes turned a deep orange and yellow.

Teryx's throat moved, and a voice came out, but it wasn't his.

"More." the voice sounded like him, but sluggish and slurred, like he was only just learning to speak. "Mmoooore..."

"Mmmore..." Roe repeated, even as his eyes fluttered and his face creased with confusion. "Muh... more what...?"

Teryx' other hand grabbed Roe's package tighter, and it was engorging dutifully. Roe moaned.

"Devour..." Teryx's mouth snarled. "Devour..."

"W-wait," Roe gasped, his pupils returning even as his eyes swam with the warm colours. "Tuh... Teryx, you have to...to..."

A tight squeeze around his throat made him gulp and made his gaze widen, the rings and spirals of colour stopping for a brief second before speeding up once more.

A weak smile spread along his face and his body visibly relaxed.

"Not... Teryx...," the demon said. It then made a series of strange noises, noises from deep in Teryx's throat, sounds he never knew he could make.

Teryx was overwhelmed with a sudden spike of pleasure. He would have came if he could have.

Roe didn't have that boundary, and cried out. The first of many orgasms that evening.

Each time the demon emptied himself into the writhing fox, his speech became clearer, more precise, forming sentences that grew more complex as he absorbed the language.

"Please... tell me your name..." Roe gasped, unable to tear his gaze away from the warm glow.

"If I keep saying it, it will destroy you entirely. So you may call me a close equivalent. Storm will suffice.

"Stuh... Storm..." Roe groaned, his eyes fluttering, and the smile widening. "Yes, Storm, my l-love..."

By that point, Teryx just wanted to sleep. He wanted to be anywhere but here, seeing this sight and despairing at the total obliteration of his life.

A merciful, peaceful darkness came for him eventually, and he was glad for it.

-

As he remembered the darkness, he remembered how much he missed it. But it was starting to return to him...

He no longer felt paralysis. His sensations were growing fainter. The paralytic weight changed to a strange, floating fugue. A feeling of vertigo, like he was being lifted off the ground by a balloon.

"I'm back, fuckmeat." Teryx's mouth and lips were moving, it was his voice coming out... but he was not the one speaking. He wouldn't ever call Roe that.

Roe shuddered - not with revulsion and fear, but with relief - and looked up with dewy eyes.

"Oh... oh thank God, I was so worried..."

"Quiet."

Teryx's hands grabbed the fox's rump hard, pulling at his trousers and ripping them free before giving the cheeks a hard slap. Roe cried out with pleasure, his back arching and his butt pushing into the palms. Teryx could feel the sting on his palms, and the warmth of Roe's body, but in a distant, weakened sense, like it was a phantom sensation or a simulation.

"You should not have taken my amulet off," the demon said coolly. "You know what I told you."

"I'm s-sorry," Roe said, looking as though he was about to cry. "I just wanted to clean it..."

"You'll have to be punished for that. Bring me the leash."

"Yes, Master!" Roe's sadness instantly evaporated and he practically leapt off the broken coffee table to race towards a drawer underneath the large TV.

The demon piloting Teryx' body stood and adjusted itself, disrobing and watching the fox work. His cheeks were spread and his tail swung in the air,

Watch what I will do to your love. What I did while you slept.

The voice reverberated around Teryx's subconscious as his hands pulled off his tight clothing.

He is mine. He is my property. My fuckmeat. Despair if you wish. But soon you will learn to accept it. And surrender this body to me. Forever.

He should have felt angry. Terrified. But he felt strangely serene, even aroused, looking down at the erect shaft that no longer seemed like his. He could feel pleasure when his hand gripped it and stroked, but it felt as dream-like and distant as every other sensation.

Storm angled the cock towards the cleft of Roe's rump and pushed against the pucker. It relaxed for the already slick shaft, and it only took one firm thrust to bury it deep inside the warm, tight hole.

"Mine again," Storm said. Teryx's voice was fading, too, replaced with a sneering, growling tone.

All Teryx wanted to do was look away, or close his eyes. He couldn't. He had no eyes to close or head to move. With each passing second, he felt less and less present. The edges of his vision turned faint and blurry, and the sights through his eyes grew fainter, fainter still.

The anaesthetic serenity was becoming difficult to ignore, or resist.

Give in to oblivion, the demon said. Relinquish yourself. It will bring you so much more pleasure. No more pain, or sorrow. The sooner you do, the sooner your anguish will end...

Ending his anguish... sounded lovely. He didn't want to see it. He didn't want to hear Roe.

"Thaaat's my dragon..." Roe groaned, his head lolling back and his back curving against the thrusting hips. "Split me open, Storm..."

"With pleasure, fuckmeat." Another firm thrust pushed Roe against the wall, and he yelped with pained pleasure.

Those shrieks of pain distressed Teryx, jolting him back from the edges of unconsciousness.

Sensation returned to him, but only around one specific region.

He could feel Roe's pucker squeeze around his cock. It was warm, and tight, and electrifying.

He moaned out loud - though, of course, the only one who could hear him was the owner of the dragon's body.

Fine, Storm intoned. I'll allow you this crumb of consciousness. Let your soul pool in your loins. Let yourself live in an endless loop of pleasure.

A glowing pleasure that felt and tasted like gold swirled in Teryx's amorphous consciousness. He felt grounded, but in a different sense. He was not flesh. He was blood, and he was nerves, his soul rushing through the veins and pathways of his stolen body. He was the signals from his cock, travelling up to the brain and sharing the pleasures. He guided his seed from his balls, letting it pool and gather inside. He had no control in the normal sense; he was subservient to the demon. But he was active. He was engaged.

He was pleasuring his love. He wasn't completely helpless anymore.

Better, isn't it? Perhaps I should have done this sooner. Perhaps this will keep you at bay until your place has been learned.

Teryx... loved that idea. He wanted it more than he realised.

With each thrust, his consciousness was squeezed tightly, engulfed in the pleasured warmth of Roe's insides. It smothered him and milked him, coaxing him to prepare for release. The release of not just the body's seed, but his remaining resistance, the things that tied him to his old life, his old way of being.

Storm would take far better care of the dragon's body, especially with his support.

He gave in and unloaded himself happily. The remaining vestiges of Teryx vanished with it.

The last conscious thing Teryx experienced was the sound of Roe crying out.

He never sounded happier in his life.

-

Storm examined himself in the mirror, tracing his fingers along his jawline. His fur was coming in nicely. The remaining bits of the old owner were almost gone.

This body used to grow darker fur along the muzzle. But now most of his face was a light sky blue. The golden hair was fluffier now, less wiry than it had been, and it travelled down the back of Storm's head to make a fluffy mane.

Roe was buried in it for the moment, his wet nose brushing against Storm's neck. It was his favourite position to be in in the morning - at least, his favourite one that didn't involve getting fucked silly.

"Don't you have to leave for work, soon?" Storm asked, his thickened paw resting just above Roe's hip, his much fluffier tail winding around his ankle.

"Mmh. I wanna call in sick."

"But if you don't work, how're you going to afford our anniversary gift?"

"I know..." Roe sighed. His hand rested on Storm's cock, and gave it a long, slow stroke.

Teryx stood to attention, carrying the pleasure signals and releasing the serotonin in the brain. He was useful.

"Mmmh." Storm leaned his head to the side and let Roe nuzzle in. "You're a gift in your own right anyway. But... you have to be a good boy and be responsible, all right?"

"Maaake me~" Roe cajoled.

"Fine, fuckmeat," Storm growled, grasping Roe's butt tightly and pushing a finger against his tailhole. Roe buried his neck in the fluff and moaned.

Teryx carried the vibrations up Storm's neck, into the brain. More endorphins. He was useful.

"Breathe in my scent. Bury yourself in the fluff. Bury yourself in Me."

"Mmmnhmaster..." Roe murmured, muffled by the fluff, as he slipped back into a very familiar trance. Storm pushed in one finger, then another, easily working Roe's rump like freshly risen dough.

"This is just a taste of what you'll get later when you get home, do you understand?"

"Yes..." Roe whined, humping against Storm's tiger-striped thigh.

As Roe did that, Storm played with the little gemstone around his neck.

Teryx couldn't feel any tingles from it anymore. It seemed to be inert. He did not relay anything up. He was useful.

Storm unclasped the gemstone with his free hand, and guided it off of his slender neck. It tapped against Roe's head, and he pulled back from the fluff to look.

"Why did you take that off...?" Roe asked, confused and worried.

"I don't think I need it anymore. Besides... I think it'll look wonderful on you. Put it on."

As he writhed against the exploring fingers, Roe wrapped the chain around his neck and clasped the back. He looked at himself in the mirror, hugging in next to Storm.

"Yeah... yeah, it looks great!" he beamed. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome." Storm smirked. "Love you, fuckmeat."

"Love you too..."

Teryx was thankful that the gem was not needed anymore. He could not imagine having control again. Not when he'd grown to enjoy being so useful, being Storms nerves, blood, and other processes. Being a subordinate became him.

Storm and Roe kept staring at each other's reflections, like they were looking at a completed puzzle. Roe's eyes were drawn, once again, to the little photo in the upper corner. A dragon smiled back at him, cutting a similar silhouette to his Storm. But his hair was shorter, his fur and scales were darker, and his eyes looked different.

"Are you ever gonna tell me who that is?" Roe asked.

"I already explained it," Storm said, firmly but not unkindly. "He's someone who used to be in my life. Someone who I owe a lot to. I look at him to remind myself of how far I've come."

"I know..." Roe said. "But I want to know more about him..."

"Maybe some other time," Storm said. "You really should go, for now."

Neither of them moved. Storm kept fingering him. Roe would be late for work. His boyfriend would see to that.

Teryx was thankful for the reminder of his existence too. He was happy that Storm was grateful in his own way. Though he would not forget his place.

He did not expect gratitude. He just wanted to be useful.

And he was.

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