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Static (c) Maple Story & Brandon (c) Russet'14

Squirming about inside his sleeping bag Static tried to shift the way he was laying so the bright morning sun wasn't quite so invasive. After a couple of minutes the ferret sighed and opened his eyes, blinking to clear the fog of sleep from his eyes as he started to feel around for the zipper to let himself out. The sun was barely above the trees in the east but their open sided bivouacked shelter had been erected facing east to make sure they didn't sleep in. Sitting up the purple and black ferret rubbed one sleek, shiny vinyl paw against his muzzle and pushed the snug nylon sleeping bag down until it was around his waist.

"Brandon you out there?" he called gathering up his notes, "You should have woken me when you got up."

"Was still before sunrise boss," the warm, jocular voice of his assistant called out from beyond the mosquito netting, "Kettles on, but you best hurry. I reckon we've got about an hour before the first rainstorm."

Grumbling about inconsistent rainforest weather Static slipped out of his bag and quickly rolled it up and stowed it at the back alongside Brandon's. They'd be living in this camp for a week so far and the two of them had a neat routine for keeping the camp tidy. Once he had his sleeping gear sorted he slipped outside, taking his notes with him and standing up to look around. "It's still an amazing sight, waking up here each morning; I can't believe we're actually here."

"You're telling me," Brandon said from where he was crouched by the remains of last night's fire. The brown stoat was carefully shepherding the small cook fire he'd made to make the kettle boil. Dressed much as Static was in the shorts he'd gone to bed in, his trim furred frame was a delight to behold. His cream belly and torso offset the light beige of his fur, helping him blend into the natural surroundings more than Static's own dark purple vinyl body would. Looking up from the fire Brandon followed Static's gaze across the small clearing, past the ancient trees and the tumbled rocks to the vine and moss coated temple that reared silently above the rainforest. "The Parnaveu Temple city, four hundred years the tribes kept out or killed anyone who tried to come here then bam, they invite you in to look around right out of the blue."

"Not out of the blue," the ferret protested, moving to squat next to the stoat and help prepare breakfast, "They told us, the stars are right and the forest spirit says it is almost time for the return."

Laughing Brandon shook his head and grinned, a flash of fangs as he regarded his employer, "Yeah I know, but have you ever heard of the like? The Parnaveu had cities, towns, commerce, and technology comparable to seventeenth century Europe. Then they up and abandon it because some leader died and their priests said they had too."

"Left, not died," Static corrected the stoat, dropping tea into their tin pot, "Their legends say he left."

"I know, but really? I reckon it was a plague or something similar that devastated their population. Took out the leaders and educated first,"

"It is a valid theory and that is why we are here, we've got the chance of a life time to pick over this city and the Temple is the best building to start with."

Lifting the kettle off as it began to whistle Brandon grimaced as a shifting log almost extinguished his fire, "Wish they hadn't been so restrictive about what tech we brought."

"I'm with you there, a computer or tablet, solar panels and a camping stove would make life easier. But we agreed to their terms and with how they searched everything we brought we'd never have snuck anything in."

"Yeah, I remember how they strip searched us before we left the village. Then it was two weeks of hiking to get here and off they popped."

"They'll he back once a week with supplies but their laws don't let them stay in the city. We're just lucky they asked me in to excavate the place. I doubt they'll let anyone back in after this holy period ends."

"Well you're the best at this sort of stuff Doc, I'm surprised they let you in, body like that. I thought they'd call you out for being technology. You ever going to tell me how you ended up that way?"

Static grinned and ran paw over his smooth stomach, vinyl paw gliding over latex skin, "Nope, that's my secret but I'm one hundred percent natural I'll tell you that much. Now let's eat and get going I made good progress decoding the altar stone last night."

"Fair enough, let's see what we can learn today, after breakfast and a shower. That shelter might be mosquito free but fuck me is it humid in there."

Static smiled back and settled in to eat breakfast, basking in the warmth of the morning sun heating up his smooth latex body. It also heated up the matt black bags they had rigged up over a tree branch nearby. Filled with fresh water from the stream the reactive bags slowly heated water up and then with the nozzles intertwined they formed a rudimentary shower. Once breakfast was eaten and their plates tidied away the pair of weasels, one shiny and slick, the other taller, thinner, fuzzier stripped and slipped under the plastic nozzles of their open air shower.

Turning on the water flow Static shivered as the light spray of water ran over his slick latex body. It was tepid at best, better then cold but nowhere near the luxurious hot water of civilization; now little more them a distant memory after a month in the Jungle. Leaning back against the nude form of his fuzzy assistant he murmured in appreciation at the feel of fur against his smooth hide.

Turning around slowly, letting Brandon slip his arms about his shoulders Static tilted his head back and kissed the taller mustelid. It started gently but soon grew deeper as Static's smooth paws sliding over the stoat's wet fur started to have the desired effect. With a measure of gel in his paw from the bottle hanging from the tree the ferret was using the foam and his vinyl paws to massage his assistants stomach, slowly moving in slow circles down toward his groin.

"You know," Brandon murmured, breaking the kiss, tilting his head back and letting out a soft chrrrf of pleasure as those skilled paws found his nuts and started to play. "I wasn't... expecting this to be part of the job description..."

"I wasn't expecting you to be so.... eager to expand your role in the any fair business section," Static replied with a playful nip to the long throat of the stoat. He soon dissolved into ecstatic murrs of pleasure as Brandon assaulted his shiny ears with soft nibbles, playing his sharp fangs against their rounded edges. It had been a surprise back at the Parnaveu village. Static had been lying in the narrow bed he'd been given with a straw mattress playing with himself when the stoat had walked back into their hut. There had been a moment of embarrassed silence, a pause and then Brandon had walked over, knelt by the side of the bed and closed his jaws around Static's shaft and well they'd not looked back since.

"Master archaeologist, famed relic hunter, professor of history and casual latex ferret lover," Brandon growled pleasantly into the ferret's ears, gently grinding his well lubed arousal up against the slick black shaft of his employer.

"All those things, and many more," the ferret growled back, slipping about inside the warm circle of Brandon's arms, bracing against the tree and flitting his tail out of the way.

With warm water from their shower bags still trickling over their bodies the stoat pressed forward with his hips. Biting back the groan that threatened to escape as his rump was about to be invaded by weasel cock Static dug his soft, latex claws into the tree trunk. Relaxing as best he could he pressed back against Brandon, sinking into his embrace, head back, mouth open slightly, black tongue poking out as the stoat began to rock back and forth, driving his shaft in and out of his pert, snug, shiny rump.

It felt good, decadent, and scandalous, they were nude, doing it in the open. Soap bubbles where mixing everywhere and with each thrust, each soft groan Static felt a thrill run through his body. Every morning was different, every experience a thrill and just as scandalous. With Brandon reaching around to fondle, tease and play with his shaft Static was soon dooking softly, rocking in time to the stoat's powerful thrusts.

The sun continued to rise, the water fell, their bodies were soaked, suds washing away. The sticky residue of sweat and grime and dirt from a humid night curled up in a sleeping back pooling about their feet as the two did it. Teetering on the edge, teased by the skilled paws of his lover Static held out as long as he could. Then with a soft groan he gave in and let himself crash across that edge into a moment of bliss as sticky, vinyl seed splattered into the tree before him. Brandon was only a few seconds behind, a few more thrusts, his teeth biting down into a soft, smooth, latex shoulder and his shaft added its load to the already slick interior of Static's rump.

Resting against each other and the tree, breathing softly, coming back down from the delightful ride the two just held still. Basking in the sunlight, the warm tingle of release, they had a long day of poking around ancient ruins ahead of them but for now they had a moment to enjoy each other and the wild world around them.

-0-

Climbing up the steps of the great temple pyramid Static's nose was filled with a new scent. It was a subtle mix of scents, brick dust and rainforest, the ancient and the growing blending together in that manner he loved so much. It meant new things, the hunt was on, relics, treasure, discoveries all waited inside this tall pyramid. Stopping at the first plateau in the steps to examine the carvings of Parnaveu lining the edges of the steps the ferret tipped his battered old brown hat back to get a better look.

Clad in tough brown leather trousers and a loose fitting white shirt he was as attired as he wanted to be in this climate. It was comfortable, hard wearing and with his backpack of notes and supplies and the whip by his side he had everything he felt he needed. "Brandon," he called out to his assistant, "Have you noticed that the relief carvings of the Parnaveu look identical to their appearance today?"

The stoat clambered onto the same landing and slid his larger pack off his shoulders. Brandon was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, the shirt already clinging to his body with sweat from the hike up the temple steps. "Yeah, I saw, furry lizard people.... ugh are you sure we need the whole kit today Doc?"

Brushing his fingers against the weather worn carving Static let out a soft dook and stood up, "Of course, I think I know where the next entrance is," he gave Brandon a sly grin, "I can carry some of this you know, I really don't mind."

The stoat heaved himself back to his feet and swung his pack over his shoulders again, "No way, this is my job; you need your mind free to do the thinking and recognize the death traps."

Chuckling and shaking his head the ferret started back up the steps, "If you say so, but I've seen no evidence of death traps in the altar room so far."

"Yeah, so far! What happens when we manage to get down inside the rest of it? It'll be full of traps I just know it."

Smiling fondly at his assistant Static led the way up to the large, open sided chamber atop the pyramid. Four large pillars holding up a roof of carved quartz now dusty and begrimed from ages of neglect. The altar room was symmetrical; five steps leading down to the altar stone, a big block of some sort of man-made ebony. It was beautiful, carved with swirling bass reliefs of the Parnaveu, each one dressed in ceremonial garb and surrounded by their swirling script.

"So what does it say then?" Brandon queried as he set down his back and took a long swig from a canteen, "You sat up late enough working on the rubbings we took yesterday."

Grinning like a cat who'd gotten into the cream Static knelt and ran his fingers over the script, "Here we leave this stone, the gate of darkness, to bar the way until such time as the Hunter of the Forgotten and the Heart of God are reunited in this place."

"Well that's a load of.... where the hell did you get that?" Brandon exclaimed, staring at Static as he pulled a flawless ruby out of his bag. It was the size of his first and inscribed with the same cursive script as the altar.

"The Parnaveu gave it me," Static, murmured holding the ruby up to his eyes and peering into the facets, "Now then, the gate of darkness will yield the path when viewed through the Heart of God."

Brandon watched the ferret in surprise, clucking his teeth together, impressed by how together the archaeologist was on this. Static barely registered the quiet awe of his companion as he peered through the faceted depths of the ruby. Squinting and slowly turning the stone the ferret grimaced, walking a slow circuit around the altar. Strange shadows and glimmers of light played over his sleek muzzle as the sun refracted through the gem. Shaking his head, pulling it away from his eyes Static blinked to try and clear the queer spots flickering across his vision.

"OK that was unpleasant to say the least, it bends the light, but hrrmmf OK Brandon take a crowbar and...." his fingers moved across the stone on one end of the altar. "Here, slip it in here..."

Brandon frowned, stepping up and sliding the hooked edge of the crow bar against the stone, "There is nothing there and oh...." he stared as Static moved the end of the pry-bar and seemed to slot it into the stone. "I can't even see that.... guess that's why you're the master treasure hunter and I'm the grunt."

Heaving on the crow bar Brandon put all his strength behind it, muscles cording along his back, sweat soaking his shirt as he heaved and grunted. For a moment nothing changed except for the stoat's breathing growing ragged and strained and just as he was about to stop something gave. The altar rang like a gong, twisted and started to slide aside with the grating of stone against stone, opening a dark hole that led down into the depths of the pyramid.

Sinking to the floor, panting and slick with sweat Brandon looked over at Static, "How.... it was a single piece of stone."

Grinning the ferret pulled an oil lantern off his pack and lit it, "It's all in how they used angles and stone craft. Remember they were not savages but quite sophisticated people, now then," he held up the lantern and gave Brandon a huge grin, "Let's go see what they were so eager to hide shall we?"

That grin was infectious, Brandon hefted the crow bar returning the smile with one of his own, "Lead on Doc I'm with you every step of the way," Static smile widened and he moved over to peer into the depths of the pyramid, their journey had only just begun.

-0-

"Stop," Static murmured, putting his arm up across Brandon's chest to bar him from leaving the steps, "Something is not right..."

"Really?" the stoat asked, lifting his lantern higher and peering around, "It's just another stone corridor, covered in carvings and leading to another staircase."

"Yes... but this is the third one, we've passed the base of the pyramid now and are beneath it," glancing around the shiny ferret tilted his hat back and examined the flagstones spread out before them. He then ran his eyes along the marching figures carved into the walls and nodded, took a bread roll out of his pack and tossed it into the air at about chest height. There was a soft "thwip" sound and the roll bounced on the floor speared in several places by small darts.

"Now keep low, don't raise your head above knee height or else," then pushing his pack before him the shiny weasel slithered forward on all fours with a quietly subdued stoat following him.

After that first trapped corridor it became the norm as they moved down into the complex, rooms and stairwells, hallways and grand galleries opened up before them. Each one was lavishly decorated with carvings, fluted pillars and beautiful reliefs of the Parnaveu's civilisation, culture and people. They were all lovingly carved death traps, each one just waiting for the unwary to trigger them. Even the side rooms were traps, the chambers that looked like they might have had some function when the temple was in use where empty. After an hour of heart-stopping, terror inducing moments and quick thinking on Static's part he stopped on a landing and looked out at the new floor spread out before him.

"This is all wrong," he peered out then glanced at Brandon who was leaning on the wall, sweat soaking his clothes, body trembling as he tried to calm his nerves. Static wasn't in much better condition, his shirt was damp and his trousers ripped around the hem and he'd almost lost his hat twice. "You don't trap every room in a temple, or you can't use it and they are all empty...."

"I.... noticed but what is the.... solution?" Brandon wheezed, sliding down into a sitting position and running his hand through his short, shaggy hair, "I mean they knew they were leaving to go live in huts, maybe they ripped it all out and redecorated?"

Static blinked then sat up, "Not redecorated, built!" he hugged Brandon and grinned "You're a genius, they were ordered to go back to nature and they did but before that they built this." he gestured out toward the floor spread out before them, "The whole things a trap... designed to lure people in and kill them..." he frowned, one hand pulling the ruby out of a pocket as he stared ahead.

"So where are we aiming to go? Is the temple a red herring or is there something here?"

Lifting the ruby up before his eyes Static ran his fingers over the fine script carved into the surface, "We just go down, we ignore all these floors and interesting looking friezes and rooms. This whole temple was built around something.... we go to the bottom and see what we find."

"OK... lead the way then," Brandon stood up, shouldering his pack again, shrugging the heavy bag over his shoulders and falling into step behind Static as he cautiously took the lead on the gently spiralling steps. "And if there is nothing down there, what then?"

"Then we know the temple is a decoy and start searching for their real treasures and cultural store houses."

-0-

It was a long journey, the stairs spiralled down and occasionally broke away to cross a corridor lined with intriguing looking doors and passageways. Static ignored them all weaving his way passed trapped walls, pit-falls, disabling switches and swinging blades. After forty minutes of slow, careful descent they arrived in a large, square room. It was very plain compared to the others, four square pillars holding up the flat roof, plain walls carved directly out of the bedrock. Only the wall opposite the stairs had any carving on it and this was blocky, angular and lacked the grace and artistry of the upper rooms.

"Well great," Brandon muttered, walking besides Static as they crossed the room, swinging the lantern about to examine everything. "This is nothing... I mean it looks like they didn't finish."

"Yes... strange isn't it?" Static grinned at Brandon and moved across the room, walking out into the vast expanse of stone between the four pillars. "This floor was man made... you can see faint traces of chisel marks. The pillars also go down, it has been very carefully constructed to look unfinished." smiling softly the ferret approached the far wall and gestured up, "You have a look around the pillars, I'll see if I can translate this wall, it certainly seems important, I think we have found what we are here for."

Brandon nodded and started to wander around the room whilst Static walked over to the wall, looking up at the loops and curves of text, running his slick, vinyl paw over the words, murmuring under his breath as he started to translate.

"Hmm fascinating, it's talking about the Hunter again... interesting, this is the only place it has been referenced since the altar."

"Indeed... what of the heart?"

Flicking one of his ears at the question Static took a step backwards and looked up, "Yes it is here too..." holding up the ruby he moved a half step to the right, tracing the words with his eyes, following the path of the curving script with the ruby, "Ah I see... yes... of course...."

"Put it in place then, you've found where it is meant to go."

Static blinked and shook his head, half turning to talk to Brandon but he stopped, his eyes drawn back to the small indentation in the wall where the text said the ruby was meant to go, "Well I guess there is no harm..."

"None at all, it is meant to go there..."

The ferret wavered, something was off, the clank of Brandon tapping his crow bar against a pillar and the wash of light from his lantern were several metres away on the other side of the room. He was alone by the text... yet there was something his mind couldn't quite work out.

"Put the heart in place..."

"I, of course... yes that makes..." letting his hand fall away he watched the ruby slide into the recess and jumped as the wall suddenly illuminated, wavering lines of light rushing out in all directions, "What... why did I....." a line of text ran through his mind, he knew what it meant and with a yell he turned. He was too slow, as the cry of warning leapt from his lips something metallic fell out of the ceiling and slammed into the floor around Brandon.

"Help, Static what did you ahhh...." It was a large metal claw the bars contracting at the base, sealing the stoat inside. The mechanism wasted no time and the chain holding the cage in place clattered and started to pull Brandon up into the air. "Help, Static.... oh god.... no!"

The ferret stumbled over onto all fours as the room started to shake and he stared in shock as the floor of the hall broke apart into chunks and fell away. The cage with his assistant was left dangling over a dark void, swaying back and forth crazily as Brandon screamed and clung to the bars in terror. For a moment Static thought he was done for as the floor caved in but the area he was standing on stayed put. To both sides and ahead the floor cracked and split away in perfectly straight lines leaving the area before the carvings intact. It had clearly been designed that way but it was of little comfort to Static as the shaking subsided and he found himself quite trapped.

The only light came from the wall its strange inner glow all he had to see by as the formally grand room was reduced to a dark void. He could just about make out the two nearest pillars and Brandon's cage. For the first time in a very long while the ferret couldn't think of anything to do.

"Stay calm," he shouted out eventually, "I'll think of something, just give me a moment to...." he trailed off as light bloomed overhead. The ceiling had opened revealing a vast array of vats, pipes and tubes that where now illuminated by big jets of violent flame that had started to roar out of vents positioned underneath the vats, "What... what madness is this.... augh....."

The small platform Static was on started to move, sliding down the wall into the darkness. Clacking and clicking down a pair of metal grooves it had been built into. Overhead machines went clank or boom, fly-wheels span and ratchet's clacked as the metal vats started to glow from the vast amount of heat roaring against them.

"This is madness..." Static breathed, looking around frantically for Brandon. His stoat had gone limp, listlessly hanging in the cage, crowbar forgotten in one paw as he stared up into a vision that could have fallen out of Dante's inferno.

Several minutes passed before without warning the flames cut off and a vat tilted to one side. Then another began to move until the four huge vats were pouring whatever they contained into the open tops of the four pillars that ran through the void of this great room. Brandon screamed in terror as this new development shocked him out of his stupor and Static whimper barely left his muzzle as he saw what this action caused down below. Pools of bright light blossomed at the base of each pillar. A bright, glowing liquid was pouring forth, golden illuminating the recessed floor at the bottom of the shaft. The golden liquid shimmered, spreading out in molten waves, sloshing and engulfing the stones as the platform Static was on came to a halt level with the rim of the slowly filling pool.

The waves of heat from the molten gold forced Static back from the edge as more and more liquid poured out of the pillars. The level slowly crept up as the minutes passed and as the initial shock wore off Static scrambled to his feet and looked around for something he could do.

There was a huge tunnel opening at Static's back but he never even thought about using it, there had to be something here, in this place he could use or alter to change this. After a minute of dashing around he froze and turned to stare in mounting horror at the cage. The clacking, clanking noise of a ratchet moving and a chain shifting had cut through the liquid gurgle of the pool filling. Brandon's prison was being lowered inch by inch toward the slick, shiny, rippling pool of molten gold as this fiendish, fiery death trap continued to operate.

-0-

"Brandon! Brandon!" Static shouted across the huge room, standing as close to the edge as he could whilst the molten lake glooped and roiled before him. The pool was filled almost to the brim; the surface less than half a foot below the edge of the platform where the ferret was standing, "Brandon! BRAN!"

It had been over five minutes since the cage had started to move and in this situation and after a frantic search of his surroundings Static had found nothing that would help him climb up and maybe help the stoat. With his shirt drenched in slick silicon sweat and the heat from the pool scorching his body Static turned away. He felt like he could start to melt any moment as he stumbled over to lean against the side of the huge tunnel entrance.

"Why isn't it solidifying?" he muttered, glancing at the liquid pool of metal before looking up at the cage as it continued its slow descent, "Oh Brandon..."

Considering the tunnel again Static thought about leaving, going deeper into this complex to try and find the machinery running this. Glancing up again he watched the cage, it looked so small, dangling above the pool with the seemingly comatose stoat inside it. Brandon had locked up after his initial panic and hadn't moved since. None of Static's previous adventures, his know how and physical or mental skills could come up with a way to reach him. The sides of the pit had been purposefully smoothed by tools; there were no cracks, no hand holds nor any way to climb without equipment. Stepping forwards once more, braving the heat pounding over his slick body Static cupped his hands about his muzzle and screamed, trying one last time to rouse his assistant and lover. He had a plan but it would only work if he could get through to the stoat.

"Brandon!"

The word seemed to hang in the air and then the stoat jerked, an arm coming up to grip the side of the cage. He raised his head, looked in Static's direction then glanced down and screamed.

"Bran stay calm, your crowbar." Static's shouts went unheeded as Brandon arched his body backwards, muscles straining, his whole frame quivering. For several seconds the stoat remained frozen then let with a guttural scream he started to hammer and bash the cage with his crowbar.

"Stop! stop it that isn't how you..... no! Brandon no!"

The stoat had the metal pry-bar wedged in the base of the cage where the claw like prongs met. Heaving on it with a feral rage that was terrifying to behold Brandon's muscles strained against the mechanism holding his prison shut. The cage swayed and jerked as the stoat threw his weight time and again against the crow-bar. Metal rang and creaked and then with a sickening clang the cage arms sprang open. In his enraged state Brandon was in no position to grab one of the bars like Static had envisioned.

The stoat fell out the bottom of the caged and plunged head first toward the pool. Someone was screaming, it might have been him or Brandon, Static couldn't tell, couldn't think, there was nothing he could do. Seconds after the cage sprang open the tumbling beige and white form hit the surface of the molten gold and vanished with a faint gloop.

Sinking to his knees Static stared at the circular ripple spreading out from where the stoat had hit. The sluggish waves washed across the surface, sloshed against the stone walls with a wet slap before rolling back in toward the centre. "Brandon...." whispering the name the ferret couldn't look away from where his lover had fallen, "I...." words failed him, there was no way to explain the horror of what had just happened.

Slowly standing up Static backed away from the pool taking his hat off and just stood there staring and trying to think of something to say. Opening his mouth to speak the purple ferret froze as the molten gold started to shift and flow in strange ways unrelated to the dying ripples caused by Brandon's passage into the liquid metal.

"What...."

Static watched as the surface rippled, bulged upward as if something was slithering just beneath the surface then sank back down as whatever it was passed. A second later a larger shape pressed the surface of the gold upward then subsided. Then the centre of the pool surged upwards and kept rising as a huge shape reared up. Whatever it was seemed to be pulling the molten gold into its shape causing the level of the pool to begin to drop. Moments passed, the gold flowed and glistened, thickened and shifted until the head of a huge golden dragon lifted free of the pool.

A neck followed, slick and sleek, oozing out of the pool as if the two where one. A pattern of scales formed then faded, passing in a ripple across their body as the liquid gold moved and flowed. It looked solid and yet just beneath the surface it was constantly swirling and for a moment Static stood entranced by the glistening shape.

He yelped as two huge fore-arms lifting free of the pool too grip Static's platform. They were followed by the creature's body, following the head's example by forming directly out of the gold. The dragon impossibly was liquid gold somehow holding coherent form, shimmering and glistening with that rippling effect of scales followed by smooth sheen. Stumbling backwards the ferret gaped; the level of gold in the pool was dropping rapidly as the huge, serpentine body finished forming.

Massive wings spread out of the dragons back, glistening, golden appendages flowing up out of his body, solidifying into the classic bat winged design. They never stopped glistening however, solid yet liquid, eternally flowing membranes like gigantic mirrors of beautiful living gold. The beast's long tail swished from side to side, gathering up the last remnants of gold, their body reflecting the light, shining and glorious. The scale pattern kept coming and going as if it was a sheen embossed just beneath the surface dependant on how the light fell and reflected against their body of living metal. The massive fire serpent looked like they would dissolve back into liquid at any moment yet somehow through forces alien to Static they remained. Then just as parts of the ferret's stupefied brain got through to him that he should really be fleeing that gorgeous, horn crested head turned and a pair of bright, shining eyes stared down at the ferret.

"So Static you stayed.... excellent...." the voice was deep yet fluid, slick and sibilant and the ferret let out a soft whimper and stepped backwards, hat floating to the floor from suddenly nerveless fingers.

"Bra.... Brandon?" he managed in a quiet whisper as the mighty serpent lowered his head. The liquid shimmer of living metal reflected first one single image of the purple latex ferret before breaking apart into thousands as the scales shimmered into being as the light played across him.

"Hrmmmm no, not any more.... hehehe... he made a fine catalyst, a glorious host. All that energy, all the frantic wound up tightness and memories.... mmhmm yes...." the dragon purred, tongue hissing out inches from Static's nose. "He's part of me now... mmhmm and there is much to be done to reclaim my people and rebuild my hoard."

"I... what... are you! What did you do to Brandon!"

The Dragon sighed and shook his head, "He is gone, he is me and I am he.... you may call me Master or if you must he informal Barioth and now Static...." he hissed, lifting his head and chuckling, liquid body flowing, mighty wings of living gold spreading out to either side, "It is time for you to join my hoard!"

Frozen in place Static couldn't look away from the majestic sight rearing up above him. The way light reflected off that golden body, the shimmering scale effect chasing itself across his body as those massive wings spread wide. They were majestic; Barioth was majestic, powerful, living gold, a god worthy of the legends of old....

"Wait what...." Static said as he registered what the dragon had just said but all he had time to do was look up and scream as one of those gigantic paws swept down and engulfed his body. It passed right over him, hot liquid metal flooding against his latex skin then everything went dark

-0-

"Static... wake up Static..." the voice breathed its way into the sensual dream running through the ferrets mind. It was like he was eternally sinking through a thick liquid. The warm substance flowed over his body, arousing him, teasing him, loving him in turn by its touch and the very presence of the mind that controlled his world and by association him.

Now the dream was changing, the presence was focussed on him directly, the pleasure building, the sensual tease replaced by a growing need. "Static..." the voice was rich, powerful, commanding, changing the flow around him, directing his mind in a certain direction.... sweeping him toward release. "Wake up Static... your owner needs you..... wake ferret.... wake and receive my gift."

The dream shattered, Static's eyes flew open and his mouth parted in a cry as his body was rocked by a powerful orgasm. A glittering stream of bright golden cum showered the air in front of his pedestal as his cock pulsed and twitched. Pleasure surged through his mind as arms and legs solidified back into his perception. Gasping as the last momentous rush flowed through his body the ferret stumbled and dropped to one knee, glistening paw of living gold resting atop the stone pedestal atop which he had been positioned. It was all there in his mind, knowledge delivered at the same time as his mind had been reunited from the eternal flow of the dragon. His place as a golden ferret statue at the heart of Barioth's treasure chamber, dressed in his traditional hat and slacks, whip coiled in one hand and a ruby, the Heart of God held aloft in one hand.

"Welcome back Static," Barioth rumbled, the golden, living metal dragon's presence inserting itself into the ferret's awareness. He was there in the room with him, bright and huge and magnificent but he was also inside his mind, flowing through the gold that made up Static's new body. "It has been a busy month, the Parnaveu are mine once more but the outside world will start to notice as my gold and my will spread."

A huge clawed paw reached out, tilted Static's head back so the still panting ferret was looking him in the eyes, "I need you to go forth my shiny weasel, my emissary and see to it those who matter are brought into the gold so I may continue to reclaim my land. Will you do this first amongst my possessions?"

"Yes, oh yes my master, I am yours, yours in all things,"

"I know my Static, your dreams are mine... now look..." his head slid down until his snout was pressed to the ferret's chest, eyes locked together and his desires flowed through the living gold and filled Static. There were people, Nicaragua's culture minister, the liaison with the Parnaveu, the museum of history, a General's house in the quiet suburbs of some town, a sewer dwelling colony of rodents. They all filled Static's mind along with instructions on what the ferret was to do. Then the ecstatic pleasure of Barioth's mind being focussed on him withdrew and the dragon rumbled one word into his mind, "Understand?"

"Yes sire, but it is a long way to walk, I'm not sure...." Static trailed off as Barioth started to laugh and sheepishly glanced back over his shoulder and up at the magnificent golden wings spread out on either side of his body. Laughing happily and bouncing to his feet the ferret danced a short jig as he pulled a lump of his living self out of his hands and pulled it down over his ears as he reshaped it into his hat. "I will not let you down sire... may I leave?"

The dragon moved back on all fours, his body sparkling, eyes examining the shiny ferret even as Static admired his body in turn. He was using the bright sheen of his owner's metallic sheen as a mirror. He loved the slender glisten of his golden ferret body, carved from living metal with shades around his eyes forming a traditional eye-mask. Massive bat wings of molten gold now spread out to either side of his back. Static shivered, body tense, wings beginning to beat, body glistening as he posed atop his pedestal waiting for permission to leave. Seconds ticked by then minutes as the weight and the admiring rumble from the dragon built and built inside of him until with a dignified nod of that liquid golden head Barioth gave consent for his statue to leave his presence.

With an ecstatic whoop Static's wings beat down and his body shot up, arching over the dragon's cave and angling up toward the tunnel that lead to the surface. Flight was his, his owner guided him and his mission burnt as brightly inside as his body gleamed outside until he shot out into the air above jungle. He wheeled over the industrious lizard folk below and swooped away from their construction toward so called civilization. He had a new purpose and the people of the world had a master they just didn't know it yet. They would learn and in time his gold and his will would be all. Then all could bask in the shimmering liquid nature of gold as part of the dragon's hoard.

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