"You're jeopardizing the very fate of the universe, Iygua!" "And you're jeopardizing the very way of life for humanity by trying to hawk this thing off as just some artefact!" Locked in mortal combat, I grappled with my very strong-willed rival; Mister Lungelow. It's kind of an annoyance to have gone through all this shit to collect rare and strange collectibles for research when all someone wants is to make a quick buck off it… The artefact itself was a crystalline heart; harder than diamond and more lusterous than a freshly crafted mirror! It was unique when I found it: a trek through a remote area in Belize off a hunch and a couple clues to another artefact yielded this precious beauty. It was about twice the size of my fists, and had a hole which seemed almost drilled through the crux of the heart's top. An obsidian lining was fused to the inside of the crystalline structure; which to do nowadays you'd need extreme heat and very precise tools in order to create such a thing. And yet, here this thing lay buried in a patch of dirt overlooking a volcano's rim… just waiting to be discovered and researched. And this douchebag wanted to get rich quick. "Don't you know what types of things we could learn from previous societies from this? Its structure; it can't be man-made...", I yelled at him while struggling to wrestle the thing out of his hands. "If it isn't, what is it? A rock befit to woo the masses and act as a catalyst for my already huge empire's further success!", he shrieked and tugged it further away. My grip didn't falter, either. "It takes time; knowledge; expertise to figure these things out; none of which you express to understand!", I yelled and got a better grip, but something started to happen as I did… The structure seemed to crack a little bit as he pulled away at it again. The floor was very loose, and the mud nearby didn't help to keep stable on it either. Belize's caverns were very unforgiving if someone happened to fall down into them, and that was exactly what decided to happen - at least, after the artefact snapped completely in two halves! The crystal dulled immediately and became as black as the obsidian bit in the center. I stumbled backwards over a few steps to a cave's entrance; and that's when Min decided to be a super-asshole since he had the higher ground. I regain my balance long enough to stabilize, when he comes over and plants his foot right on my chest! The skunk was known for his skill in hand-to-hand combat, but it didn't keep him from being any less cheap! The half of my artefact tumbled out of my hand as I flailed and tried to keep myself out of the pit, but gravity wasn't having any of that. I lost my footing and tumbled down a very slippery slope into a cave. I could hear the skunk spouting curses at me since he was in the same predicament I was - minus being knee deep in earth, of course. Mud turned to rock as I finally got stable enough to hook onto a ledge with my paws. Someone apparently didn't want people down here, as if I'd kept sliding; a pit of spikes would've been my immediate downfall. The darkened artefact rolled down a seperate path, presumably far away as in a few seconds I couldn't hear it plinking anymore against the rock faces. A little pool of water just deep enough to break my fall was nearby; with a couple swings, my leather shorts were nice and wet, along with everything else. The cavern was dark, but not dark enough to be completely black. The surface of the water rippled a few times before calming again. On my person, I had four things: a backpack with a couple first aid kits inside, a set of pistols, some flares and a stopwatch. (Just for metric purposes, of course.) It'd gotten me pretty damn far in the past; don't fix what's broken! Regardless; I now had a task: find that half piece, and wreck Mr. Lungelow's anus when I found him again. Investigating the area where the artefact fell yielded nothing good; the passage was perfectly sized for it, but not for me to follow - much too fat for that… There was another tunnel, however, leading past the pool that seemed like a good enough area to start scouting out. I followed it to another cave; larger and densely populated by vegetation and creatures. Huge birds flew overhead; not vultures but a cross between them and macaws. They were vicious, too. One started to fly a bit too close and started pecking at my head. I batted it off, drew guns and shot the damn thing out of the air. Blood gushed into another pool of water over top of a series of dangerous-looking platforms, to which a couple crocodiles took to feasting on the carrion. I… didn't want to land down there and deal with those things. The ledge seemed to give way to another ledge as I jumped nimbly from rock face to rock face, being careful not to fall and either land in crocwater or break my legs from the height. Fortunately I got across the chasm with relative ease. I lit a flare as now it was totally dark; save but for a light beam or two shining down from above - there had to be centuries of vegetation overhead blocking out the light this much! A couple more steps in, and a strange temple revealed itself with a foreboding rock hanging above the central entrance. Off to the side was a bouncing, blue crystal, however. It wasn't anything close to the shimmer of the artefact I sought, but it drew me close enough to touch it. The crystal immediately reacted as my paw neared the thing, drawing out a little bit of my very soul to capture it and hold it in stasis. My mind rushed through every piece of my life in an instant as I opened my eyes to find the orthagonally rhomboid device devoid of color; the brilliant blue shimmer having turned dull and its bounce having given way to gravity tugging it to the ground. An interesting artefact; were it not for the fact that it turned inert the moment animate contact was made with it. Either way, I shrugged at the escapade and moved on. In the meanwhile, my enemy sat in his office, clutching the other half of the priceless artefact we both sought after. Min sat in front of his laptop, digging for clues as to what exactly existed between his greedy, furred paws. Images of ancient civilizations long gone flashed across the screen while he sat comfortably in London, sipping a cup of burgundy wine idly inbetween searches. "That damn demon and his weird fetishes… what's a guy have to do to make some money around here!?" He slammed his fist on the desk and swore loudly after hsi fruitless search ended. There was no documentation; no research; nothing of value to tell exactly what and who created this piece. Ultimately, because it was so un-found, it'd be even more priceless - the skunk grinned to himself and let loose a demonic, blood-curdlingly evil laugh to his under-breath as he saw himself swimming in dosh. Back in Belize, I'd made my way through a bit more of the jungle underground, sliding down another passageway to a huge chamber with a statue of an ancient bird-god nearby. The thing was huge; reminescent of a quetzalcoatl from the Mayan age, but with some westernish-dragon properties. Essentially, it looked like the front of the flying snake, and the haunches of a huge, feral dragon. Interesting enough as the sight was, as I landed, quicksand! Or quickmud, since my toes got nice and dirty the instant I landed with a loud *sphlork* ringing through the cavern. Slowly but surely I waded to a spot off to the right of the statue where I could hop and pull myself out of the dirt, dripping wet; but not crushed and suffocated. (That would suck.) The mud seemed to give way to a spring of water that flowed down between the statue's hindlegs. And in that stream, a glint of something shiny caught my attention - it was that damn half-artefact I was looking for all this time! It hadn't gone too far, at least from the initial point of influx. I walked carefully along the edge of the safe platform until I could hop over one of the statue's legs. The half-heart crystal glinted once more before I finally got my paws around the thing again. "Ahh, you just don't know how much of a pain in my ass you were to find again…" As I cradled the artefact, it had started to regain its tender, multi-colored glow, even in its broken state. Something had to be happening to the other piece if it were to endure such a dramatic change… either way, I stowed it away for fear of losing it again. Now all I had to do was climb back up again… which was nigh impossible due to the path I took down. There had to be another way out, so I just decided to follow the light - which was quickly fading as I spotted a long hallway behind the dragon's behind. I walked around to it, peered down it and determined that the hallway was LONG. Just a straight stone path stretching a good five hundred meters or so, from the looks of it. I set down the hallway (since nothing else was good to do) and immediately regretted my decision. Twin-fanged blades shot out of the sides from a trap set ages ago, swinging back and forth; back and forth over and over again. A simple task to dodge them, save but for the spike trap nearby! It's a simple spring-loaded trigger, and a quick tap on the floor shot its one-time mechanism off, then retracted quickly. No sweat. I traversed the hallway for a couple more minutes when I suddenly heard a loud, gassy noise, and immediately the hallway started to reek of - flatulence? "Ugh, this is not the time to give me a boner, world!" I shrugged it off while my sensitive nose took wind of the noxious gas, distracting me while the real threat laid at the end of the hallway. The way out led for a good ways off, but something red was rushing right at me - a fire trap! It ignited the gas cloud and immediately everything down the hallway went red; my skin following suit… I gasped and wheezed as the burns seeped into my flesh, incinerating everything but for my guns, the artefact and -- I blinked again, and everything seemed okay. As in, no more burning, no more death; just… back, a ways. I stood in front of that crystal I'd found earlier, having landed on my ass after the ordeal. The artefact wasn't in my pack, and I wasn't cooking like a pig roast in the middle of summer due to farts igniting in my face. I stood back up and swore out loud, but I'd be dead if it weren't for whatever this crystal did… either way, I had to re-acquire my half of the artefact again, so I set off towards that statue, slid down the hole and dug my way back over to it again. This time however, I noticed a button on the back of the statue's heel. It didn't seem to be pushable like some normal button; rather, it required something round and ovalite to be forced into it - fancy that it seemed to fit the artefact perfectly. A surge of energy rushed through the statue, and its tail lifted by unnatural means. I saw the detail of its anus briskly as the statue bent forward, raised its tail and gushed flatulence into the air for a good five straight minutes - more than enough time to pop a boner at the stench of ancient bowel-gas. What's more, is that once it finished, the statue wasn't very statuesque anymore - the stone skin gave way to flesh and bone, and I stood before a magnificent quetzal-dragon - albeit a strange combination of beasts, it seemed benign as it felt relief from its bounds. "I apologize, wanderer. I did not know that my power was so great in the ancient days that it needed to be contained… to make man feel the carnal urges he naturally does. I am the cursed 'god' of land fertility. My name given to me is Kenigrah." The beast spoke perfect English, as if he'd been studying it all this time. It seemed to take light of my lower half being covered in brown mud. "I see you have been bathed in my… power. Mmm. It has been a while since I was graced with the ability to create new life in this world… but I created too much in my time and was imprisoned for it. Now… you that hold the Lifebearer… Take me to the other half. When I have it, life can flourish and grow, and begin anew." I curiously tilted my head at the beast's proposition - it already had my half of the crystal; what could it do with the other one that Min possessed? The possibilities wreaked through my head, but if anything; Kenigrah was my best way out of here. Those huge wings could fly across the continent a lot faster than I could walk. "So when you retreive the other half of this Lifebearer, what will you do with it? Turn the world into a quagmire like this?" "No. It is my duty to maintain the land's floral prosperity. You see, my… power has the ability to create life from where it was once long gone - this place was once a barren, stone place; completely devoid of living things. Now, because I have been imprisoned here, the life has grown to a beautiful flourish and will continue to do so even while blood runs through my veins. But, I cannot do it alone. My power is fed through the prosperity of humans, animals and others - like yourself - alike." "So… if I'm to believe what you said, Kenigrah; as long as you stay fed from the fruits of the land, you'll continue to grow the fruits of the land?" "That is correct." /Fuck, this guy's a fertilizer-production machine…/ I thought to myself when I really realized why I'd emerged from the mud with a boner earlier. Heh heh. This could prove useful later on. For now though, I decided to take up the beast's offer as it craned its neck and arms back around, lowering its haunches to the floor. I climbed up onto its back and held tight to one of the spines running down its spine; my butt between another one. Kenigrah raised up again and craned its neck upward, letting out a super-massive roar that started a mechanism in the wall moving. Light poured in from above, and the clear blue sky rushed towards us as those huge wings flapped us clean out of the cavern! It took to a hover above the world below, about five hundred feet above; letting me sit comfortably on its yellow-green haunches. "Head north-east from here. That's where the other half of the artefact is - a man I'm up in arms with currently possesses it. Min'rocheem's his name." "Ah. Then I will fly you to him, and let you retreive the artefact from his hands." Kenigrah didn't need any more direction - it picked up speed and immediately shot us over to London. The speed he flew at was amazing; let alone it only taking until nightfall to cross the entirety of the Atlantic and then some! Since we were both demons, Min and I shared quite a few attunements; easily enough discovered by one another. It's not hard to locate another demon by his smell; and even easier to depending on his alignment. Kenigrah helped me pin him down, and he landed a bit off, dropping me in the middle of the British town's city park. People scattered, but that wasn't the point. I had a job to do. He took off into the sky again, and I dashed for Min's apartment. It took another five minutes to get there, but him and his foreboding office were busted into by the sole of my foot. I kicked the door in, guns drawn and a rather pissed look on my face. "Mr. Lungelow? I have a present for you… just come out here and I'll give it to --" I abruptly stopped taunting as on the desk, his laptop lay with a strange series of pictures depicting the beast I'd just dismounted a few minutes ago. "What the… these aren't Kenigrah? These are… *click*" My spine went rigid as the cock a desert eagle shoved its way back down the crux of my neck and upper back. Upwards. "That beast… you don't know what you're going to do, Iggy. I'm sure he hasn't told you the whole truth about who he is…" The skunk held his finger on the trigger with a grin smugly plastered over his face. I had my pistols on the desk, but they were covered by the palms of my hands - and I dared not try anything risky being so exposed right now. "Any self-proclaimed 'god' just got that title from themselves, Min. You and I both know that. And… you just have pictures of the destruction he's wrought. How do you know that all of this wasn't a part of some master plan elsewhere?" "The beast uses his dung as a catalyst to usher in new ages of life. But life works in a cycle - for something to be gained, another has to be lost. I'm sure you've heard of equivolent exchange in alchemy, Iggy." "But whose would be lost? What more do we have to gain from this mortal coil? Fame? Power? Money?" "Mmm, that sounds about right." "You're shallow and sick, Min. If you wouldn't want to wipe the humans off the face of the earth and turn them into dung-worshippers, then fuck everything." The skunk pushed the gun against the back of my skull a bit tighter. "And then what, we'll get off to your sick fetishes so that YOU can be proclaimed a god too? You said it yourself - self-proclaimed 'gods' are full of themselves. You're full of yourself, too, y'know…" There was a tense moment in which I didn't have any words, and that I really saw the outcome that I was so blind to before. If there were no humans to corrupt, then doing it all at once would just lead to the same end anyway… "Min…" "Don't MIN me, motherfucker. That beast has an evil side. Even worse than you. And if you give it what it wants; it'll destroy you in the process." "And you know this by these ancient pictures, yes? You've listened to the supposed good side from the mouth of the demon itself, correct?" He paused for a moment. "I thought so. Min, we're both demons too, but that doesn't mean we have our good moments." "So you're saying we experiment with the fate of humanity then. A one-shot experiment that could possibly enslave us forever?" "Yes." The skunk untensed and fired the bullet into the ground, then safetied it and chucked it in a corner. "You're good, Iygua. Really damn good. But I swear." He paused again and pulled the other half of the artefact from behind him. "If this wrecks us… I'll find you again. And again if I have to. Until the end of time… I'll hunt you down and kill you." He put the thing into my palm and sighed heavily. "Y'know… while we're at it… since you're bent over the desk and all…" I huffed and pushed him back hard enough to knock him on his equally huge rear end. "Min, you are a card. You really think this is a good time for that?" "Anytime is a good time!" Kenigrah flew about overhead while the skunk and I indulged in some more… questionable antics between rivals. I peeled off my shorts in a fit of lustful rage - he always did have this effect on me, even if I didn't want to admit it. His shorts were a bit tough to unbutton around that pear-shaped form of his, but easily enough came off as the two of us got hot 'n bothered by one another in the large officespace. I grabbed ahold of the skunk's member and guided it into my muzzle while twin-bunged impbutt guided back against the skunk's mouth, and I could feel him retching at the disgusting taste of it. Naturally, anyway. He loved it when we fought and I wound up sitting on his face. I quickly got hard myself as I pushed his meat deep between my throbbing lips, punching the back of my throat with his dickhead. Meanwhile, Min gobbled at my rear, chomping away at the greasy puckerholes I carried around underneath those shorts all the time. It quickly took hold since I hadn't been to a proper bathroom in a while, and my bowels weren't exactly made for long trips. I farted doubly-raunchy into the skunk's mouth, forcing his furred cheeks to bloat out as he sucked down the rancid bowel-gas from my rectum, Salty precum oozed out of his shaft, my tongue digging deep into the mephit urethral tubing to dig out some more. I passed more explosive gas before it turned from gas to solid; a thick hunk of dung poking from the inner pucker while the outer one extruded a hollow, paper-thin turd into the skunk's maw. I could feel his retches flow up into my buttcheeks, which only prompted me to push harder and flex them over his face. He couldn't control his movements either, and quickly started to buck back and forth out of my fat, dick-suckin' lips. We carried on like that for a little while until my rectum emptied and his stomach was full of crap while mine had a thick load of pre clinging to the inside. Min had to go too, but he always preferred to do so standing up - easily enough to squat behind that huge rear end and gobble up skunk feces in the meanwhile. I spread his cheeks and bent my nose between his asscrack, digging out little chunks with my tongue until he decided to pump a huge loaf of hot, steamy dung into my gullet. Immediately precum jetted from my own shaft, covering his toes as my virile nutsack dangled between my legs. I spread his cheeks a bit wider and pulled down on his stomach and nuts to help facilitate the process. Bitterness all around and near-puking occurred soon after, but goddamn was it hawt. I drained his ass after a minute and a half, to which that huge pucker looked nice and inviting for a cock to shove into it. I spread him wide and picked that huge rump off of the ground, letting his legs dangle as I fitted my shaft nice and deep into his tailpipe. Thicker fluids started to flow from my shaft as the precum mixed in with thick, yellow urine into the depths of his bowels; which only made his guts react adversely to it. Massive farts all but flew out of his rump, and I bathed in the stench while I held him facing me, using those huge digitgrade feet to bounce the other demon up and down on my enraged shaft until *pok!* I yelped as I came first, the demon seeds of discontent rushing up into Min's bowels; holding him tight and close as we shared a rival's kiss. I locked his lips with mine and snorted as he pulled my tongue up, slurping at the mini-anus underneath there. I gave him a mouthful of stringy, scatty loaves to chew on, swapping shit for a good three minutes before we broke the kiss, him swallowing the rest of the poop between the two of us. His anus oozed and dripped with imp semen, panting raggedly as he seemed to be done; but I most definitely wasn't. I pulled him off of my shaft and slapped his cum-laden body onto the desk with a *whump*, then hopped up onto it myself. My bowels were quite much more extensive than his, and I still had some to give~ I perched into a squat, then sat right on his rumphole. His was a lot bigger than mine, which made it much more easy to shit into. I pushed again, pumping his anus full of a disgustingly wet and greasy turd coupling that filled his rectum and quickly started to occupy the rest of the space between his large intestine and his stomach! Min squealed out in agonized bliss while my nuts rested underneath his tail; hefting that up a bit to help spread it a bit wider. I went at that for another five minutes before he begged me to stop, being far too full to cram any more poop into. He then quickly righted himself and popped a squat himself, panting loudly as I held my paws underneath his rumphole; the turd extruding again as a combined turd - much softer coming back out of the skunk than out of me! I scooped it up while he fudged up the desk, making a huge pile for some rather squishy action later. I spread it all over his furred buttcheeks and then some, painting the lower half of the black and white skunk a deep, thick brown (as well as myself in the process). It took him longer to shit everything else out, but he finally did it and came against the window; a rocket of demon jizz lathering up the already-steamy window with a thick gush of white. It took him thirty seconds to climax, but afterward he fell back into the pile he made, exhausted from the sexiness that'd just happened. I collapsed myself, chowing on a bit of the pile between his legs. "Why are we rivals, Iggy…? Because our ideals are different? I just want you in my bed…" He spoke raggedly before kicking the artefact my way again. "Go; activate that fucking beast before I change my mind and get my deagle again." I huffed a bit and picked it up, getting dressed with the scat still clinging to my skin and gear. Not the best sight in the world, but after that; fuck everybody else. I took off out of the apartment and called the beast back down again. The city wouldn't be the best choice of places to test this theory out; fortunately, I knew of another place mostly uninhabited by civilization. A little island I'd dubbed "Mu" in a previous adventure. I didn't notice that Min had followed me to the beast's side; explaining that he might prove useful in the coming trip. I walked around to the backside of the quetzal-dragon and placed the other half of the artefact (which strangely managed to stay clean during that whole sexcapade) into the other heel symmetrical to the first. Kenigrah roared fiercely and lowered its haunches again; helping the skunk up to take a seat on the beast's backside. The three of us took flight on its back, and we sailed through the air for Mu. An hour or so later, we arrived at the lush, raised landmass; making footfall soon after the beast landed in a clearing in the center of a large forest. Kenigrah let us off its backside and it breathed a huge breath of the air. "Ahh… life. Let me show you the way… to eternal life." I watched as Kenigrah lifted its tail again, letting out another gas cloud of flatulence into the air. The cloud expanded to engross the entire mass of land… and suddenly everything began to wither away and die! Grass turned brown, the trees lost their leaves and splintered, the ground itself cracked and lost its moisture. Animals began to go belly-up - the only things not affected by that massive gush of death were the three of us. I stood befuddled - and a bit beside myself… much beside myself. How… why did that taste so good… the air is nothing but farts… "Min… you smell… delicious…" "Our 'god' smells delicious…" Kenigrah had a devilish grin on his serpentine muzzle while watching the two of us gaze up at those huge haunches again. "Come, my children. Feast. Be reborn immortal." He lifted his legs and popped a squat, and suddenly a mass of brown fudge poured out of his rectal pouch and onto the ground. Life did begin to spring out of the massive pile of logs he was pumping out; the grass regrew itself instantaneously, giving us something soft as two fat demon butts engorged themselves off of serpentine dung. The 'god' continued to chortle as a nigh-infinite flow of poop fell over top of the two of us, and things got dark and smelly -- I blinked again; and no longer was I covered in feces. No more skunkbutt to idly fondle and grope. I was right back where that fucking crystal from earlier had put me, far before all that hard work was done. "Fuck. That must've been the 'bad' ending… let's do it again."