Eldritch Discovery [b]Grrrrrooooooan! [/b] Ancient, mossy stone complained as it slid aside, years of disrepair showing. Jungle vines and large fronds masked the ground path two wolves had walked. Canopy covering had barely let a trickle of noon sunlight through for them. Trees a mile high had made the dirt trail bend and contort in odd shapes. The road to these new ruins had been a long one, but it would soon be worth it. “Perfect! Told you I’d solve it, Star!” a brown timber wolf exclaimed, tail wagging. “Let’s go! Come on!” With a point, he pranced into the dark passage that opened, fumbling with a flashlight. It wasn’t a natural cave. Cut stone had created steps deep underground. Decayed kindling sat in depressions along the wall. Damp, musty air washed over the pair slowly, a sharp contrast from the humidity of the jungle. “Careful Titus! Don’t trip!” Star followed shortly behind. Red, white, and blue fur made him stand out well in the granite environment. Taking a slower approach, he turned on his flashlight and began walking down, sweeping his light source around and taking in the scenery. While the jungle and boulder were unremarkable, the gears used to operate the door system, the walls, and subtle ways of how the stone was cut showed a long, storied history. Patterns of eyes, marked circles with lines covering them, and some form of aquatic figure holding the circle were carved on the entryway floor. All the gears were marked too, this time with using different sizes of an ‘X’ shape. Titus’ light was going deeper though, so it was time to move on. 20 feet...30 feet…40 feet…The minimal light poking from the canopy was fading fast. Star saw the patterns from the entry continue down the walls. These seemed more vivid. “What do these mean? Erosion doesn’t seem to have worn these down.” More details seemed to appear. The oceanic figure was holding the marked spheres in tentacles, many of which were no longer perfect circles. The spheres had a deep line between them, separating them into hemispheres. Leaning forward, Titus tilted his head to the left…then to the right…and back to the left. Scratching the back of his head, he sighed, “Uuuuuh…I don’t really know. Most likely, some sort of religious site, given the grand, decorated passage we’ve been in. Coupled with how long this is. Unless it was a quarry or underground granary, there wouldn’t be a need to dig this deep, especially when there’s an abundance of natural resources and water on the surface here.” That’s his partner. Hasty, but clever. Smirking, Star nodded and said, “Good idea. We’ll have to explore the rest of the site to verify that though.” Magic words had been spoken. Star heard claws clicking on stone going down the instant he said ‘explore.’ Making an amused chuckle, Star began following shortly behind. 50 feet…60 feet…The murals changed. New ones appeared a foot away, forming a small gap between the previous set and the new one. Shining light over it illuminated a story. Canines of all sizes and sexes kneeling before the figure as its tentacles held hemispheres over their heads. Squinting, Star and Titus approached a wall to examine it. The larger, multicolored wolf put a claw to his chin. Thinking aloud, he claimed, “These must be telling some sort of story.” Over his shoulder, he heard Titus ponder as well, saying, “Yes…but what story? An offering of souls?” Slowly walking down, Star kept his gaze on the wall. This mural seemed to travel downward as well. “I don’t know…Maybe there are more murals?” was all he could say. Tentacles, orbs, and more tentacles. Mural two only showed more of the same message. Whatever this deity was, it collected many offerings. 70 feet… 80 feet… Another gap, another mural. “What does this one…huh?” Star’s ears perked up at hearing Titus’ confusion. Turning his head, he saw the new carving. There was a shift in focus in the murals. “Two canines…receiving these ball-things? It’s not an offering?” It was a reasonable deduction. Two tentacles holding orbs had crossed each other, pointing them at cheering canine figures. Star had become just as perplexed. The duo was used to seeing ruins offer glimpses of what ancient civilization idealized. Fertility, bountiful harvest, salvation, understanding of the cosmos, knowledge of death, but this one was different from everything else they’ve witnessed. Pressing on without a word, the pair tried to see what else the mural might teach. After gifting the orbs, it showed the two canines before daily activities, giving a visual indication of happiness with perked ears, cheering, and wagging tails. Farming, weaving, hunting. Every activity was drawn with the figures in a state of bliss. Wondering aloud, Star asked, “Is this personal happiness it’s giving them? This is interesting.” “You don’t have to tell me twice. Think of how amazing it will be to be the adventurers who discovered ancient ruins! If we figure out what these are, we’ll be in the headlines!” Titus began bouncing as he said that. Star’s stoic face cracked, giving a small smile. It was always great seeing Titus this excited. Life with the young wolf was a hassle, but it felt good to him. 90 feet…100 feet… Their flashlights waved around, giving a measure of visibility to the dome. Both wolves had walked into a massive structure easily reaching four stories up. Their lights danced across the scenery, showing carvings of space towards the ceiling. Moving downward, Star saw disks around the third story region. Circular clusters floating above, in the space area. Beneath that, was a layer of canines. Villages, people of all sexes, sizes, ages, and shapes wandering about, some had those orbs from earlier above their heads. Lastly, the layer on the ground with them showed the jungle. The canopy, various animals and plants, rocks, and various geological activity such as volcanic eruptions and tsunamis. A comprehensive view of their understanding of the world, though the disks needed an explanation. “Oooooh! Oooooh! Star! Look at this!” Titus had raced off. Turning to face his partner, Star saw Titus rushing to an altar in the center of the room. Jogging over, Star shouted, “Wait up!” It was only 15 feet to run and didn’t take him long to close the distance. From afar, the altar seemed simple. A stone slab held up on two stone legs. Getting closer showed Star something interesting, more of the tentacle shapes radiating out from the altar. They spiraled outward until they touched a ring forming the edge of the ritual site. On the stone slab sat a decorated urn. It was covered in symbols he had seen on the way down. The tentacles originated from the covered lip and traveled down to the base, numerous orbs dotted the gaps between the appendages. Rash as ever, Titus was there and already reaching for the urn. An excited wag gave away his partner’s intentions. “Titus, wait!” Star exclaimed, paw outstretched. Turning his head to face him, Titus grabbed onto to the urn with a puzzled expression. An expression that turned to surprise as a cracking sound filled the air. [b]Crack…[/b] Echoing off the sloped walls, the sound loudly rang in both of their ears. Lattice patterns crossed over the old clay, spreading and networking up to the lip. Black ooze began to seep out of the bottom Titus gasped as Star clenched his fist. [b]CRACK! SPLAT! [/b] Clay shards crumpled to dust while a viscous black mass hit the stone slab. Titus jumped back and kept shaking his hands, flicking dust off. With a yelp he ran back to the edge of the altar. Star rolled his eyes. Sighing, he faced Titus and groaned, “Come on, dude. Really?” Titus’ ears folded back, and he turned to Star. Giving his best puppy eyes and docking his tail, he whimpered softly. Cute, but the desperation was still obvious. Dressing down Titus would need to wait though, as Titus yelped again, shaking his leg. “You good?” Star stared, trying to see what had spooked him. Sickly cold creeped up his legs as he searched. Gasping he tried to jump back, only to fall. [b]SQUELCH! [/b] Instead of cold, hard stone, Star landed on warm, thick ooze. Arms and legs sunk deeper in but trashing only made him sink further. Panic filled his voice as he began shouting, “Titus! Help me!” [b]SPLAT! …SPLAT! …SQUELCH! [/b] “I’m stuck! What is this!?” Titus yelled back. Star could hear more quieter splashes as he and Titus flailed in the sludge. Odd tingling trickled up Star’s sides and head. His ears flicked as he felt something touch them too. Whining, panting, gasping, and moaning came from his partner. Try as he might, Star couldn’t shake his head free. “Are you safe? Titus!?” Jostling exacerbated the situation. Before he knew it, Star couldn’t move his limbs anymore. “Mmmmmmm. Ah! Oooh! Keeeee! Bweeee!” Titus ranted incoherently. Star could hear him panting aloud and whining. Incomplete words and gibberish sounded out from him with a flippant tone. Star wished it ended there. [b]POP! [/b] …Then Titus started laughing. Star could hear the loud noise pound his ears. Juvenile, atonal chortles. “T-Titus!? What’s happened!?” His eyes widened as ooze creeped over his head. Warmth trickled into his ears. “Uuuuuuh…haha. Hahaha! Wheeeeee!” Titus cried. “Titus? Are you OK? What is thi--” Star tried to ask. The fluid gushed into his ears suddenly. Heat and pressure accumulated in his skull rapidly. His ears would ache, and he groaned aloud while it kept pushing deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Until it was as deep as it could go. Gunk filled his cranium. Coated his brain. Star’s vision became hazy, and reality seemed distant. Tingling spread through his digits, then his arms, then through all of him until he could no longer feel anything from them. Garbled, distant noises were all he could muster. “Geeeee! Ha! Bweeee!”, came from Star’s throat. He knew it was his voice, but even that sounded off. The disconnect… [b]Creeeeak…[/b] Grew… [b]Creeeeeeeak…[/b] Stronger… [b]POP! [/b] Another popping sound entered his mind. Though this one came from Star’s own head. Sight failed him, as did smell, taste, hearing, and touch. All five senses cut out, leaving Star floating in darkness. Awake, but in another reality. [i]“So, this is it… Done in during an expedition. Guess there are worse ways to go. Yet… I wish I could see Titus one more time. I wish I could feel his fur again and be close… I don’t want to leave without telling him how I feel.”[/i] Star’s thoughts were cut short there. There was a presence. Within his mind, an eye opened. An unnatural, alien eye distantly watching over him. Apprehension filled Star’s being while the eye seemed to scrutinize him. The air shifted. Not knowing how, Star could hear something. [i]“Kersak yusif? Deyrmo yusif?” [/i] [i] “What??”[/i] Star pondered. The presence slowly encircling him. The incorporeal eye relentlessly gazed at him. [i]“Kersak yusif? Deyrmo yusif?” [/i] The same sounds again. A lightbulb went off in Star’s mind as he thought, [i] “Words? What am I hearing? Death?” [/i] Apprehension grew to dread as Star’s mind raced with concerns. There was no where to run. Not from that eye. [i] “Kersak yusif? Deyrmo yusif?” [/i] Repeating the same words, Star could sense from the tonal inflections it was a question. Words echoed in his mind ad nauseum. Eternity would end before he could make sense of them. What was the question? What was this being? What had happened to him? [i] “Uuuh… Yes!” [/i] What could he say? It was confusing, disorienting, and intimidating all at once. Escaping the eye’s gaze was all he could think of now. [i] “Kersak yusif. Sezen kolif.” [/i] Star’s mind went dark. No gaze, no thoughts, and no sensation. Awaiting the inevitable, there was nothing left but to endure the cold feeling spreading over him. Chill spread through wolf. Cold, hard doom remained. Time passed, each second becoming minutes. Breathing was difficult and laborious. Everything felt foreign from the touch of stone beneath him, the musty, moldy scent hanging in the air, and even the groan behind him sounded odd. Deep base reverberated over the clay bricks. Star felt something poking his back. Words sang in his ears. Crying, desperate and terror-stricken screamed over his shoulder, “Star! Star! Please get up! Oh God, please!” Paws latched onto Star and began to shake him. The grip was strong enough that it began to chafe. “Mmmm”, the wolf moaned. His own voice sounded higher, gentler. Eyelids fluttering open, he saw the cold stone beneath him. Tingling filled every muscle as he attempted to push himself up. Arms of molasses, dry maw, and he could feel something pressed against his snout? What had happened? Reaching up he grabbed hard plastic near his eyes while his brown paws were full of pins and needles. Brown paws? “Huh?”, Star mumbled. It couldn’t have been the light. Dark blue paws were hard to mistake. Ripping the apparel off his face, he squinted. They were…glasses? Titus’ glasses? Distant and hazy, he shoved the glasses clumsily onto his face to rectify his vision. After a couple attempts of nearly poking his eyes out, a couple paws helped guide them to his head safely. Kneeling before him, Star saw his own face. “Is…that you, Star?” Snow white and crimson joined the navy blue as a concerned face drilled holes into him. Hyperventilating and nearly in tears, the colorful wolf threw his arms around Star. Raspy gasping ensued while the odd doppelganger desperately clung to the brown wolf. “Please! Please tell me it’s you in there!” In…where? Stunned, Star shakily extended his left paw forward. Cream patterns filled his eyes as the forearm came into view. Flame markings, just like Titus’. Shivers ran down Star’s spine. Icy terror filled his heart. Fear strong enough to break a lion raked its talons over his psyche. It was enough to miss that alien glare. Star began to hyperventilate as well. Faster, faster yet, he panted. Locking his eyes on the copy’s face he realized…that’s not a copy… “T-Titus? Is that you?”, Star asked. Eyes wide, madness gripped at his mind while he waited for a response. Concentrating on the other wolf was all he could do to hold himself together. Stomach flipping, paw pads sweating, and hackles raised, his now tenor vocal cords let out a soft whimper. Soft arms retreated from him while his face fixed their eyes on him. With a loud gulp…he nodded. It was Titus in there. In his body. Guilt and shock tore through his, Titus’, expression. “How did this happen? What was that thing?”, Star cried softly. Ruins never had anything like this. Pottery, sculptures, tools, and a skeleton at worst was all he anticipated. Discovery and history were all he wanted to see, the cost being time. “It…it reached deep into my head. Old, cold tendrils wrapped around my brain and…and then, well, darkness.” Staring down, Titus began to shuffle awkwardly. Resting on his companion, he did his damndest to hold onto his sanity. Two minutes later, a sound echoed through the chamber. Both wolves’ ears flicked around to detect the location. [b]Click. [/b] Soft. Barely 30 decibels of sound came from the stairway. Both canine’s rapidly swiveled their heads to face the entrance…Nothing. Fragments of stone came lose, with a piece of one step falling onto the one below it. Giving a big sigh, Titus took Star’s paw and dragged him to his paws. Bending down to grab his bags, he gestured to the stairway. “Come on! Come on! Let’s just get out of here before something else happens!” Impatiently tapping his paws on the ancient stone, Titus’s tail was docked. Antsy, he put one paw onto the first step. Clenching his paw into a fist, Star raced up the stone path with his partner. Staying wouldn’t help. Managing this crisis would be easier with fresh air, in the light of day. 10 feet…20 feet… The murals came into view again. Figures in villages of various species, ages, and sexes all possessing an orb above their heads. Crises of their own surrounded them. Nature’s cruelty ensnared them with floods, lava, and earthquakes. Star’s mind kicked into overdrive. These murals…were they meant to be seen in another order? 30 feet…40 feet… Canine figures were gleefully taking the same orbs from tentacles. Tentacles, crossed, carrying the orbs to a canine. Absorbing himself in his study, Star’s mind picked up puzzle pieces and connected them. 50 feet…60 feet… Worship was on display. Every figure bowed down to the mysterious, tentacled beast above them. Hemispheres dangled above their heads, firmly taken by the tentacles. Was this the offering? 70 feet… 80 feet… 90 feet… Cogs in the walls became visible once more. Golden light washed over the duo, bathing them in revitalizing heat. Eyes, ‘X’s, and an aquatic being watched them go. Remnants of the ancient civilization seeing them off, the latest visitors in centuries. The latest patrons in centuries. 100 feet… Soft moss and crunching leaves beneath their paws, Titus and Star surfaced. Jungle road ahead, they booked it down the dirt road. They knew personally what the temple is now. Further expedition would be fruitless, and terrifying. Cricket chirping filled the ears of the wolves. Cicada song blared in the distance. Flashlights were all the pair had in their tent to see with. Black nylon offered a modicum of peace in the busy nightlife of the jungle. Snakes slithered for sustenance, nocturnal birds kept their vigilance, and two wolves were resting in a clearing. Attempting to, at least. Partitions in the tent had been created to give each a modicum of privacy, but being alone was the last thing either canine desired. Cuddling in the center, neither managed to speak a word. Scents, sights, and touch felt unreal. “Mm…W-Wha…”, Titus finally mustered. His voice was shaken, matching his mental state. “Yes, Titus?” Star spoke clearly. Wiggling his toes, feeling his own (former) body, and adjusting to the weight on the bridge of his nose started to line up in the timber wolf’s head. Distance, emotionless, and numb feelings had passed, if they even happened in the first place. For better or worse, Star was becoming comfortable in his new self. Clearing his throat, Titus spoke up, “What was that thing down there? Why did it do this?” With a loud huff, Star started to pat Titus on the back. “Remember the murals? That eye is what I saw when we switched. Those orbs those tentacles were taking, the ones above all the villager heads, those were brains.” Furrowing his brow, Titus began to squint at Star in the dim light. “So…those two figures exchanging orbs…they…” “Were switching.” “…” Titus had no words. Shuffling about awkwardly, the sound of a tin can echoed in their shelter as he ended up kicking away his dinner. Rolling over, he flopped his head onto the ground. Dim light obscured his face, but the sobs were indelible. Petting his old head, Star pulled Titus into another hug. Comforting the wolf was never a hard task. Scratching behind the ears was a favorite of his. Dancing claws carefully raked the canine’s scalp, creating soft sounds that filled the tent. “You’ll be fine, Titus. This isn’t so bad, is it?” Sniffling, Titus pressed himself to his old form. Wagging, he resumed snuggling with his companion. By reflex, his right leg began to kick at the ground. New body, old brain. With more exhaustion than sadness, Titus put his head under the brown wolf’s chin. Leaning on his old body, he started to rock back and forth in his previous arms. “Let’s get some sleep now. We can worry more about this later.” Rubbing the red fur of Titus’ back, Star gave one final squeeze. Drawing back, he gave a gentle smile, threw in one last pet for good measure, and then slowly pulled back. “Have a good night, bud.” “Yeah…Have a good night.” Skulking off, Titus took Star’s body back to his own compartment of the tent. Settling down for the night, Star was happy to have some privacy. Changing was an easy task. His companion never layered himself heavily, but shame wasn’t present. While not his body naturally, it was the one he had to use. [i] “Thinking about it, I’ve never seen all of Titus before. Actually, I’ve not felt hard or full at all as him.” [/i] Curiosity got the best of him. Gazing cautiously at the opening to his side of the tent, Star grabbed at the belt on his pants. With a sharp yank, Star saw… smoothness. Only a clit between his legs. [i] “…Oh.” [/i] Thoughtless touching ensued. Star’s mind stopped as he began to analyze his body. Sensitive didn’t begin to describe it. Arousal wasn’t new to the mind inside the timber wolf, but not in this form. Reaching further down, the canine gasped softly. His clit may have been more sensitive than the labia, but they still reacted to his touch. Exploration yielded further results. Tracing circles around his groin, he inserted one finger into his passage. Was it just humidity or was Titus always this damp? Curling up, Star closed his eyes while experimenting with his endurance. He’d never experienced sex from this perspective. Never a worried thought crossed his mind. In and out, over and over again. Circular motions added in accentuated the tightness. It wasn’t enough, yet. Pants and grunts quietly left his open maw. Pushing deeper, Star could tell he was getting closer. Another finger worked its way in. Soon, the muscles were clenching down on him as well. [i] “Is…is this what this feels like?” [/i] An answer followed shortly. With one last shove, Star could feel himself push over the edge. Muscles clamped around his fingers, the scent of sex hung thickly in the compartment, and Star had to bite down to avoid awakening Titus. Dark stains formed on his pants with the aftermath of his fun laid bare for anyone to see. Coming down from his elation, the wolf grabbed a bottle of water. Chugging it down, he tried to shake the fuzziness from his head. Afterglow still lingered. Sticky warmth still coated his crotch, as did the sensitivity. Even brushing the fabric of his pants created positive, lewd feelings. [i] “That felt too good! Wonder if Titus wouldn’t mind keeping things like this a while.” [/i]The dopamine, epinephrine, and norepinephrine were slowly settling. Physical, mental, and neurological exhaustion finally caught up with the canine. With a soft ‘thump’, he landed on the bed. Heavy eyelids followed suit, closing soon after. Alarms louder than they reasonably should be jostled Star from slumber. Sighing, he rolled over to hit “snooze” once. Time to start another day. Crawling over to his luggage, he began to shuffle through his clothing. “Wait…”, he mumbled. Shaking his head, he held up a new shirt in front of him, one too big for his new self. Rolling his eyes, the timber wolf dropped the clothing onto the floor. Shrugging, he rose to his knees. Crossing to the other side of the tent, he could hear some sort of puffing. Barely perceptible moans came from Titus’ partition. Peeking around the corner, Star saw the canine playing with his new junk! “Ah…ha. Mph.” Unaware, Titus continued to play with himself. One paw cupping the spheres attached to his pelvis, the other gently making circular motions inside his sheath. Eyes locked onto his new parts, Titus seemed entranced. “Um, ahem”, Star coughed into his fist. “…” Shouting into a vacuum might have been more effective. Titus’ personal fun persisted. “Ahem!” “…” “Titus!” “Oh! What?” Pulling his ears back, Titus curled up. Now covering his junk, the embarrassment was plain on his snout. “Uh…good morning, Star. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to.” Looking to the side, the guilty wolf whimpered softly. Tail swishing silently over the ground accompanied the sounds of a clearing throat. “Yeah…Um, so…what are we going to do today?” Laughing, Star opted to be devious. “First, finish getting used to your new body. We’re going to be dealing with this for a while. Yes, even downstairs. I got accustomed to you last night.” With a wink, the wolf grabbed appropriately sized clothing for his body. “Wait…wait! What!?”, incredulous shouting followed. Titus’ jaw dropped fast enough one could swear gravity on Earth wasn’t a constant. Scrambling to cover himself, Titus barely noticed the red rocket his was sporting by now. Unmistakable bulge tenting his pants, he dragged Star’s form over to his old body. “W-Were you playing with me last night?” Nonchalantly, Star unfolded his clothing while saying, “Yeah. You’re pretty tight. Might have to feel it clenching on something long and hard sometime!” Star watched as Titus stopped. Stunned. Physically and mentally frozen, Titus’ ears fell back. Whimpering ensued while the gears continued to turn in his new head. “I…I…uh.” “We leave in ten. Get dressed!” With that, Star parted with his partner, hopping back to his partition. Canvasing another portion of the dense vegetation gave no results once again. Twilight seeped through the boughs above the duo. Birdsong and buzzing insects echoed in their ears from hours of searching. Disturbing that was the rustling foliage Star and Titus brushed aside on their search. With a grunt, Titus slammed Star’s fist into the leafy covering of vines over a nearby tree. “Fuck! How many days will we be out here!? Where did it go!?”, the wolf snapped. Guttural growling emanated from his throat. Ears rising, hackles up, and baring his fangs, the canine’s growing discontent began to get the best of him. “Calm down. It’s only been a couple days. Still plenty of places to search.” Pulling out a canteen, Star dexterously plied the cap off and chugged a good dose of water down. Wiping the water off his muzzle, he cupped one paw around his snout. “Time we get back. Come on, Titus!” Shambling, the wolf complied. Batting the vines away, leaves crunched under Titus’ paws once more as he staggered back to Star. “Only a couple days until we have to head back home. What if we can’t find it by then?” “Don’t worry. It’s not even that bad.” Illuminating the path with a flashlight, Star waved it about to try to find safe passage. Sudden pressure ensnared his free paw. Turning to his left, he saw Titus beside him, he is holding Star’s paw. “Thank you. You’ve been patient and helpful this entire time. Sorry about all the complaining.” Head low, Titus’ words were slow. Shifting eyes danced between Star and the ground, shame and pity soaking his words. “No problem.” Squeezing Titus’ paw affirmingly, Star pulled him closer. Got to make the best of the situation. Several minutes of walking bore fruit, as their tent soon came into view. Darkness fully shrouded them, with foliage blocking most strands of moonlight. Weary and tired, both walked quietly into the tent. Zipping the entrance shut, Star let his paw drop, but never felt Titus release. “Hey…uh, Star? Can we…sleep together?” “Oh?” Cocking an eyebrow, Star’ head tilted a couple degrees on reflex. “I feel so lost. What do I do? Just…” Each word was faint, barely an airy whisper. Will worn down, Titus no longer had any spirit left. Without a word, Star pulled his old body into a hug. Yanking him into his compartment, they collapse onto the sleeping bag. Nuzzling, Titus returned the hug. With a shudder, Titus let out a deep sigh. Quietly, the words, “Thank you”, escape his maw. “Don’t worry. We’ll make this work.” Patting the white fur of his prior back, Star held his partner tight. “Welp. Guess we’ve got to sleep sometime.” Groaning, Titus rolled over to Star’s side. Looking up at the roof, he chuckled. Without pause, some vigor seeped back into his voice. Smiling, “Whether or not we switch back. I’d love to stay this close to you”, he cooed. “I’d like that.” Grinning, Star’s eyes fluttered shut. Miles upon miles of searching yielded no results. Ruins, jungle, road, and everywhere else held not one clue. That entity vanished completely, disappeared somewhere in the world. Neither cooperative canvasing nor splitting up helped. Time for departure approached rapidly. Folding “their” clothes, each of them gathered what little research notes they had taken before descending into the ruins and stuffed them into suitcases. Rolling his eyes, Titus’ whines filled the tent. “Everyone is going to be leering at us over having so few notes. We’ll have a fun time getting grants for the next trip.” “Pretty sure an MRI could give them more than enough to chew on.” “Neurology would eat that up, for sure!” With an awkward laugh Titus set aside a full suitcase. Glancing at the alarm clock, he adds, “Well, we should probably sleep now. Gotta be up early.” Before the larger lupine could trot off, Star gently dug his claws into his partner’s rear. Seeing his old body shake and curl up is oddly funny. Licking his chops, he winked over to Titus. “W-What are doing now?” “I did say we’d make this work. Got to get comfortable. Plus, your body has needs too!” Finishing that, he dropped his pants. His crotch is completely drenched! Pheromones danced in his partner’s nostrils. Titus was pitching another tent awfully fast. Unable to resist, Titus stared down at his mound. Feeling off, he tugged at the hem of his pants to see a long, wide, red rocket. “Uh…oh. Yeah. That, uh, is something we’ve got to adder—” Instantly, his pants dropped down to the floor. Clumsy canine that he is, he crossed his legs and blushed. Wordlessly, Star took Titus’ paws in his own and pulled him closer. “I know what my dick is like, Titus.” Firmly, Star shoved the larger wolf onto the sleeping bag. One muffled ‘thump’ later, he walked over Titus. Paws on hips, he stared down at the shy wolf. “Ready?” Moments pass as Titus calculates what to do. Awestruck, he stared up at his original body, pussy glistening over his own groin. Gulping, he nodded. Breathing in deeply, he prepared for the event. Permission granted, Star carefully dropped down. Kneeling, one paw reached down to direct the phallus into his crotch. Feeling frisky, he halted his advance and instead began to rub his Titus’ cock. “Mmmmph~” Titus shut his eyes tight. Claws gently raked over the fabric of the bedding as he adjusted to the new sensation. Blood rushed down to his length, extending it and making it throb. Crystal clear pre beads formed on the pointed tip of his rod. Instinct kicked in as Titus began to hump at the air. Cute. Finishing Titus’ warmup, Star started his. Releasing the meat in his paws, Star lowered himself down onto it. One inch…two inches… three… That would be enough for now. Side to side, up and down, and grunting, Star began to loosen up. Touching himself had prepared him for what he’d feel tonight, but the genuine article is the life-giving oasis in the desert of his own attempts to satisfy his urges. Meanwhile, Titus couldn’t hold back. Moaning, he started to pant while adjusting his legs. Hot and bothered awfully fast, it seems. Or Titus plain has no stamina. Star grinned from ear to ear, looking at the cute expressions Titus made while trying to experience his body. Adorable grunts replaced the moans while Titus began to try using his hips. Once a hard lump began knocking on Star’s entrance, it was his turn to grunt. One deep breath in prepared him. Wiggling his hips, Star grit his teeth. An exhale later, he sprang, or fell, into action! Stretches paid off, as his now naturally lubed passage welcomed in his old bits exceptionally easily. Flexing the musculature in his thighs, he braced himself. [b]PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! [/b] Up, down, up, down, up, and down. Rapid, strong slaps filled the tent as the duo’s hips collided. Forcefully, Star slammed his pelvis down, filling his pussy with the pre Titus was creating. Only the burgeoning knot at the base of the cock stopped him from hilting for now. For now. “D-Did you want me to f-finish inside?”, Titus wheezed between the gasps. Tempo maintained, Star grunted. Licking his maw, his retort was, “Does this answer it?” Predator hunting the prey, Star slammed his hips down onto Titus’. [b]POP! [/b] Momentarily, both were stunned. Neither had to capacity to think for a second. Breathing heavily, Star’s eyes rolled up. His groin felt hot. Hotter than before. Heat came in waves. Throbs. Titus was cumming inside him. Hard. Knuckles rapped softly off Star’s thigh. Looking down, he noticed the source. Titus grinned up at him with a twinkle in his eyes. “You’re right. Good did come of this. I think I get one reason why the ancient civilization wanted this~” Quivering arms pulled on Star’s back. White and tan fur rubbed against green, blue, and red. Booping Star’s snoot, Titus winked. “Rest easy, Star…my partner~”