Inside Dust's mind, two souls were glaring at each other across a familiar forest glade. The older one, a dark gray wolf in a black satgat and long coat, was tapping his foot impatiently, a deep glower on his partially concealed face. After a few minutes of silence, he was the first to speak. “It’s not enough that I had to suffer the insult of dying by your hand, is it? Now I have to spend the afterlife with you!”
"Well, excuse me if my existence annoys you so much, Mister Royal Assassin," the other man, a younger fox wearing a tan coat over casual clothes, quipped. “I didn’t want to spend eternity with a homicidal asshole either, Cassius, but here we are.”
“Homicidal?!” Cassius spat. “What I did was for the good of the kingdom, whelp!”
“For the good of the kingdom?! Killing women and children was for the good of the kingdom?! How far is your head up your ass?! And my name is Jin, not ‘whelp’ or ‘pup!’”
Cassius growled. “There are some things that you’ll never understand!” He held out his hand, and a sword began to make itself manifest.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake… don’t you know fighting solves nothing here?” Jin responded in exasperation, summoning his own sword.
The two dashed at each other, each attack from one man parried and blocked by the other. No progress was made one way or the other until Jin made a sarcastic remark. “Jeez, why the hell are you so violent? Haven’t you ever gotten laid at all, or are you just mad because you don’t have a dick?”
Cassius stumbled upon hearing this. That was the only mistake Jin needed to knock the assassin’s sword out of his hand.
“Really? The dick comment threw you off? I had worse to say,” Jin quipped.
“I… I… that’s a low blow!” Cassius countered.
Realizing that in this realm within Dust’s mind, that he could do anything he wanted, Jin smirked. “Why don’t we put on something more comfortable?” he asked, and with a snap, both their clothes dissolved into sparks of light that dispersed in the air. Jin took this time to compare their naked bodies -- while Cassius had a good-sized penis on him, Jin was slightly longer. The assassin's eyes, now visible, widened when Jin came in close and kissed him. “Heh, looks like I finally found out how to beat you,” he said after breaking the kiss. “Doesn’t this feel so much better than fighting?”
The look on Cassius’ face was one of confusion. This was the last survivor of the massacre at Zeplich Village, the man he chased halfway across the kingdom, hell, they had killed each other that rainy night -- and now they were just rubbing their cocks together like old friends with benefits? “You… you… whelp…” Cassius could only mutter as his mind was clouded with pleasure. He didn’t want to moan, didn’t want to betray his emotional state, but it felt so good…
A few minutes later, Cassius would find himself being railed doggy-style by Jin. “Ah yeah,” the younger male said. “By the Overseers, I never expected you to actually be a virgin!”
“Sh… shut up,” Cassius said between moans and grunts. “I… I…” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a low moan of pleasure.
“Sh… getting close…” Jin said, giving a few more thrusts before letting his seed loose inside Cassius, who also orgasmed, spurting onto the bed’s sheets with a howl.
“So how was your first time?” Jin smirked as he pulled out.
“I…” Cassius found himself speechless.
“Come on, you enjoyed it.”
He didn’t want to admit it. In life, he was a cold assassin whose only passion was doing work for the kingdom… but everything was different now, just being a soul in this metaphysical space…
“I did…”
“See… we can get along. Now are you ready for round two?”
Cassius slowly nodded in response, and as they got into another position, Jin ready to penetrate, he felt, for the first time, a closeness with the other soul making up Dust. As they fucked over and over again, the two men also lost any sort of major animosity they had with each other (Jin telling Cassius to keep Dust away from boning his sister notwithstanding). The two souls had truly bonded.
Back in the real world, Fidget sleepily opened an eye as she heard Dust moaning. Looking lazily over at the sleeping wolf, she watched as Dust groaned, lifted his hips in the air, and, without the use of his hands, came hard, the semen arcing onto his face and chest. “Must be one hell of a wet dream he’s having,” she muttered to himself as she went back to sleep.
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