Posted on 2020-08-14 09:00:47
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The FurAffinity user dolphinsanity wrote a long story to go with this, about that glowing orb speaking to an anthro Red XIII, hypnotizing him, and helping him learn about "flow".

The voice in the guardian animal’s mind spoke again: The White Materia, the Black Materia… they didn't bring any fun nor enlightenment to anyone, now did they?

Nanaki nodded, easily remembering the sights from the Highwind’s deck on that evening.

So abusive! continued the voice in his thoughts. One cataclysm set up to fight another cataclysm!

He hadn’t thought of the White Materia’s Holy spell as being cataclysmic, but in hindsight it seemed hard to call it anything less. It had quite consumed Midgar, after all. A few days ago, Nanaki would’ve added to that thought -- but Midgar deserved it, but the more he looked into this piece of materia, the less frequently such judgmental thoughts came to him.

He had lost track of just how much of his time he had been spending looking into the piece of materia lately, but it always seemed well worth his while.

The voice was a soothing, middle-pitched male’s voice that dipped low or rose high in a melodious fashion. It reminded Nanaki of some of the eccentricities of how his adoptive father used to speak, yet it was very much the voice of a different person. A person who, apparently, had lived long enough ago, and had enough of a handle on systems of magic, to manage to infuse his consciousness into a piece of materia after death. Quite a feat in and of itself -- and one of which the natural warrior had at first felt quite wary. Still, the voice had convinced him of its good intentions as Nanaki continued carrying the materia around on his adventures, and with time he had begun to take active interest in listening to it more often.

The speaker refused to identify himself, saying that his name was unimportant, and that only the wisdom he had to offer the world mattered. So Nanaki had continued to listen and to try to understand the strange entity’s angle toward the living.

Nanaki had been less aware of just how much the entity was also listening to learn about him -- of how aimless his life felt of late with the world “saved,” or what could laughingly be called that with so many dead and its largest source of advancement and employment in shambles. How he had thought that adventuring might help, and how he had been going around the world in search of rare naturally occurring materia in order to catalogue them for a museum of sorts that was being established back in Cosmo Canyon in the late Bugenhagen’s honor.

And how the secretest longing of Nanaki’s heart was, above all of that, to find at least one other member of his species, of which he had for years been convinced he was the very last specimen remaining.

At first the voice had listened with great interest, and had even guided him to find another piece of materia that “might be able to help him with that problem of finding love.” It was an unusual variant of the Morph materia, which had allowed him to adopt a humanoid shape for as long as he liked before using it again to change himself back. It had been located in a less-explored areas of the archaeological digs outside the City of the Ancients, just waiting for someone to find it, and this voice knew exactly where it was.

It had been a long and strange journey already, but so far the net effect of the humanoid form was mostly one of insecurity. Despite its practicality for various tasks, it also reminded Nanaki too much of the days of being experimented upon in Hojo’s lab, and of being pressured to take a certain young woman by force. Now, even she was lost from this world too.

It was with these insecurities nibbling at the back of his thoughts that Nanaki had made the unusual decision of making camp early for the day. He was right in the middle of an open grassland, not too far from a major chocobo ranch, with the unusual luxury of being able to see to the horizon in all four directions, with only some distant mountains blocking the view to the south.

By the time his gear was in place for the night, he also felt an increasing imperative to take the materia out of its bag and examine it again. The voice had gone quiet during the last hour, and Nanaki felt worried as to why.

Taking it out, however, it seemed perfectly unharmed, which made a small jolt of happiness hit his mind. The voice had become such a source of direction and comfort on his journey that it was only natural, perhaps, that felt just a little dependent on it in this way. Yes, he supposed there was no shame in that.

Then, when he looked into the orb for a time, it was as if his sense of shame had no voice at all.

Nanaki did not know it, but he had been getting influenced by the subtlest of magics in the most gradual and elegant of ways. The magic was tied to certain words and tones that the voice would use in speaking with him, and over time he had come to associate the magic’s effects with the signals, allowing the effects to deepen and allowing them to be simply suggested into existence even when the voice did not exert much magical power directly.

One of the most important of those triggers was the word flow. The voice had rambled incessantly about the importance of flow during their earliest conversations, and at first Nanaki had humored it as a simple quirk of the being’s character. Then, with time, he had begun to feel a sense of deepening calm whenever the word came up, as the entity extolled the usefulness of letting worries flow away like water toward an ocean. There had also been the idea that thoughts and emotions were also subject to flow, and that most bad decisions in life were caused by either forcing or needlessly obstructing a flow for no gain or positive change.

Everything flowed, which only made sense, because the very foundation of life on their world was based on a literal circulatory system of planetary energy. That particular fact of life, once an arcane detail poorly understood by most, was now known to Nanaki through personal experience, which made the voice’s explanations all the more relieving to listen to. As much as Nanaki liked to put on the mask of being a proud, aloof warrior full of wisdom and patience for the planet’s natural processes, even he secretly just wished that everything would finally make sense.

The voice offered him that, both by actually making things make sense, and by slowly enthralling his ability to detect the things that did not.

The lifestream is about flow, the entity continued as Nanaki gazed up into the materia. To clog the flow entirely in order to exploit it, or to make the flow too big in one place… it's just so catastrophic. What a waste that great battle of yours must have been.

The last sentence was, tonally, not an insult but a lament. It was a sympathizing comment, meant to collude with Nanaki’s already present sense of just how excessive the forces unleashed on that day had been.

The lion-like warrior sprawled out flatter on his back as he kept engaging with the entity. Nothing would’ve suited me better than to remain in Cosmo Canyon studying peacefully. Now Grandfather is gone and so is Father. They have already returned to the flow.

Yes, but you are still here, and looking to generate a few new flows of your own.

Nanaki knew this to mean his interest in finding a mate. That would be difficult, he thought back, without a partner.

The voice paused to consider this. Regrettably, I do not know the location of another of your kind, but I think that I can assist with some aspects of your situation. You trust me, don’t you?

Trust him? Trust him? Of course, of course Nanaki trusted him! They had already been on a number of adventures together, in what capacity could exist for a telepathic object and a last-of-his-kind bestial warrior.

But do you trust me enough to let me teach you about flow? To really teach you every last detail, down to the very flesh of your body?

The voice sounded somehow less… serious than usual. There was some sort of playful edge to the question that Nanaki had not expected, and which he could not properly identify. Thoughts of how trustworthy the entity seemed were crowding out his ability to remember what that tone of voice usually meant. The idea of learning more wisdom about the nature of flow seemed like the best thing he could possibly be doing with his life.

Teach me, Nanaki pleaded. It’s a beautiful evening for learning. I had thought there could not be more left to teach, but if there is more, then I would love to know!

The voice, in an exceedingly rare moment for its habits, chuckled. It nearly giggled. Oh, there are many things about flow that I can show you… things which will make you stronger and more vigorous for your mate when you eventually do find one.

It was at this point that Nanaki finally began to realize that the voice was referring to sexual flow still, and not something else. A few months ago, this would’ve seemed terribly embarrassing -- Nanaki had previously set himself against the idea of having his sexuality observed by someone else due to his experiences back in the labs -- but it was certainly true that Nanaki had experienced a number of… well, of pleasurable experiences since he picked up the materia, and it was probable that the entity within had detected some of them. The most glaring of those experiences was a wet dream in which he pinned a human woman down out of frustration and penetrated her, only to have her transform into one of his kind and at last provide him with the mate he had been seeking.

Nanaki, the voice said to him again to regain his attention.

The beastman felt a small, identifiable warmth in his groin. I feel a strange feeling… like I should know something to say in response, but I cannot remember it. His thoughts were getting hazier and hazier, and he felt more dependent on the materia for guidance now.

It sounds like the flow of your thoughts has gotten obstructed. Perhaps I can help relieve that while I teach you your first lesson in this special area of wisdom.

His thoughts clunked and slowed further. The voice from the materia was so wise, and Nanaki had always respected wisdom. The idea of listening patiently and absorbing every word felt so alluring, now, that the thought of saying “No” didn’t merely seem foolish; it didn’t seem like an option at all.

Look deep into the materia, instructed the voice.

Nanaki thought that he already was, but he felt a mental nudge to look even deeper, so he tried his best. His eyes strained and felt heavy as he held them a little too wide at first, but his efforts were soon rewarded with something strange and new.

Seeing images within the materia had been a common experience for him as he communicated with the entity over time, but whatever magic was being conjured up now was bringing out a different and altogether more fascinating kind of image.

Within the materia, lights were glimmering and shifting. Most materia held only a single color, but this one was now becoming kaleidoscopic, discarding its usual clear transparency in order to present him every shade of every color.

Is this… the new wisdom? asked Nanaki uncertainly.

Why not think on it? suggested the voice.

Think? Thinking was so hard, and the colors were so beautiful. No, that was precisely it! The colors flowed… not one instant of their pattern was the same as the last. It was a system of continuous, unstoppable change -- yet easily bounded within the confines of the magical orb. So elegant -- such a continuous, lovely change of colors for him to view!

Nanaki felt a strong need to look even deeper -- to find the secrets hidden within the colors. Secrets which must be there, hidden in the flow. Even so, he felt most of his body going even slacker and more relaxed than before. This new wisdom was unique in just how relaxed it made him feel, and the relaxation was making that warm feeling in his groin get lazily warmer as the moments passed.

In order to achieve its potential, flow needs regulation, continued the voice. It needs to come out in the right places at the right times, in the right amounts. Regulating the flow is important.

The feline kept nodding, feeling so relaxed as he listened to the voice in his head. The warmness was spreading all through his body, to the point that it didn't seem strange when he felt a heavier stirring in between his legs. His balls felt fuller in their sack, and his cock started swelling and getting hard.

He felt so exposed, but there was no urge to hide it or to run away. Instead, his memories of various past self-pleasures began to flood him. All the times in his feral form that he had snuck away in order to lick himself to a peak, and all the times since this humanoid form became available to him that he had rubbed himself until the seed came rushing out.

Sometimes a flow leads to swelling, commented the voice. A moment of gathered life, rising up to create its small burst of passion and leave its mark upon the world. These small bursts are what I believe in manipulating in order to help you flow properly.

A rush of… something, coursed through Nanaki’s mind and senses. It was like a feeling of briefly falling asleep, only to be snapped awake a moment later. When the moment passed, he felt strangely alert, yet he could only vaguely understand why. He needed the materia’s guidance. He needed more wisdom and answers!

“Can I guide my flow, too?” Nanaki wondered aloud, his mind having rather suddenly blanked out with regards to his sexuality. “I feel… full.” He shuffled his legs as his shaft began to throb. “I think my flow will make a small burst like that…”

In that momentary blip in his consciousness, he had forgotten that simply thinking back at the entity was good enough. For now, the entity did not remind him: Yes, it will, but remember, it must be regulated.

“But, how…?” Now his shaft was throbbing with an alarming speed and pleasurability, without so much as a touch. Nanaki felt engrossed, and quite helpless without someone to show him how to handle the sensations. He felt his shaft heating up… it seemed no self-regulation could hold it back!

The voice did not reply in words, for now. The lack of a reply led Nanaki to let out a cute yet pitiful little whine. He waited, urgently, for an answer to the hot pleasure that was overtaking him. He did not know why he needed an answer -- only that an answer must be had.

Presently, the colors in the materia coalesced into something more coherent, and Nanaki began to dream about it within his trance. Visions of a glorious series of waterfalls filled Nanaki’s mind, all of them originating from numerous forked streams of water atop the same high mesa. A rainbow loomed high above them; each waterfall was small and not very wide, but all together, the whole group of them made the mesa's cliff face look beautiful.

So much water pouring in just the right amounts, the sound of it all creating a rushing din of white noise that made it so easy for Nanaki to become engrossed even further. He looked down to his feet and saw them on the ground. He was standing at the base of the mesa looking at a large, lovely pool of water created by all of those small waterfalls re-converging at the bottom.

Nanaki's erection remained prominent. He walked forward in this dream world and knew it to be one, yet the whole experience was so vivid and powerful that he quickly ceased to care. Every step sent another small tap of pleasure through his whole body, yet had a soothing effect of spreading out those urgent feelings in his shaft. He walked steadily toward the water, with his tail high behind him.

His thoughts were confused. He forgot his present, and found himself momentarily living in the worries of the past. He remembered the lab again. He remembered the woman he had restrained himself from attacking and using. He remembered--

It became harder to remember. The images flickered and scattered, like droplets splashing away from the waterfalls.

From his trauma, peace returned, and merged with the heat. The heat coursed all through him, and it felt good, like it was the only real thing in the whole world right now. Blood pumping through him, his erection strong, and this beautiful setting as his backdrop.

“Such a serene place,” remarked Nanaki.

That's right. No one will use you here, least of all me. I will only teach you how to flow properly.

Flowing! Yes, that had been what he was seeking! “Please, teach me,” said the horny anthro, as the throbbing in his shaft grew more concentrated again and the tip began to leak pre. “Teach me how to regulate the flow!”

With pleasure! said the entity.

Suddenly, within this strange vision, he saw stone dams assembling themselves to block each of the falls, each structure around twenty feet high. The walls then began to spread upstream and also to connect across the edge of the mesa to form a united front of control.

Nanaki winced as he felt his balls tighten suddenly and his shaft's veins begin to bulge. He felt the pressure and need rising again, even more intensely than before. The peacefulness he had felt not even two minutes ago was again being replaced by tension and conflict!

He reached down to rub at himself, but he felt no sensation -- only a steady rising of that same need. The need to flow. He needed to let what was building up inside of him come out!

“I don’t think it’s working!” he said. “It’s… it’s stopping the flow!”

Wrong -- merely preparing it. Look again.

Nanaki looked. Each blocked waterfall was building up a higher and higher reserve of water behind the dam, swelling toward the walls' upper limits. Nanaki could not see much of the streams with the dams blocking his vision, but somehow, he could feel them. He felt the streams rising higher and higher…

You can feel it now, suggested the voice. You feel how much the streams want to flow again. A little regulation makes them need it.

“That’s right… I need to flow too,” said Nanaki. He had meant to sound pleading and desperate, but even that seemed impossible now. He spoke matter of factly and calmly, with such a great deal of regulation, even though his body was in steadily increasing turmoil. His nerves were crackling and tingling all up through his groin. He felt ready to ejaculate at a word, at a mere thought… but he couldn't reach it. His needs were being regulated, just like the streams.

Flow must be regulated, the voice reminded him.

“I need to flow, and flow must be regulated,” agreed Nanaki.

Flow must be regulated, so that flow can be strong.

Nanaki nodded eagerly, feeling his shaft twitch.

“My flow must grow strong by being regulated,” Nanaki concluded.

Then it must be released, strong and good.

“Yes… strong…”

Nanaki began to squirm. Heat was pooling hotter than ever into his loins. The fast-rising water began to lap at the top edges of the dams, little splashes dripping over the edges, and Nanaki felt his instincts starting to take over within the emptiness of his quiet mind.

Without any conscious intention, Nanaki growled and began thrusting his hips at the air, and then into his hands. Still there was no proper sensation, but that didn't stop his instincts from trying. His instincts would do what they would do!

That's it, feel the strength and vitality of a great guardian beast rising inside you, Nanaki. See how even a little restraint makes so much build up…

“Need… flow…” he growled, his few remaining thoughts growing primitive and almost violent as he embraced his instincts on the voice’s orders. “Give… flow. GIVE!!”

Despite how academic and polite he usually was, Nanaki found himself giving in completely to the carnality that underlay his nature. If someone had placed a slab of meat in front of him right then, he would have chomped at it, and then he would've tried to hump whoever it was that had brought it to him. He would've tried to breed them…

Though he had, of course, entirely forgotten that his present experience was largely illusionary, and that his real body was quite subdued and content in its pent-up arousal. His real shaft was bobbing untouched, leaking its little splashes of pre, while his balls grew bluer and needier by the second. His eyes, unceasingly, watched the materia and drank in its tale of dammed rivers and horny wisdom.

In his dream, he thrust like a beast. He thrust and thrust and thrust without ceasing, breathing hard and growling and feeling so simple and single-minded.

Nanaki felt frustrated, but he also felt good. It felt good to thrust and to demand to flow. He was thinking what the voice wanted him to think, and that was good too. He was becoming a good, horny beast -- a force of nature just like those streams, which he now understood would overcome those dams one way or another before too long. All of that water, spilling over the top edges… yes, it wouldn’t be long now. Neither the streams, nor himself, could be contained forever. They would break free… they would…

“Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow!” growled Nanaki, each instance of the word accompanied by another desperate, yet imaginary, thrust through his hands.

Mm, your tail flame is brightening… perhaps then the fiery beast has learned well the lesson of this flowing water? Perhaps he is ready for his seed to shoot so far that he cannot even find it after it lands?

“Flow!” chanted Nanaki, barely comprehending the voice's words now. He snarled and grabbed hold of a nearby tree, and looked up anxiously at the dams, no longer feeling quite as secure in his assumption that they could not keep the water back. Something… something supernatural was helping the dams hold! Now he fearfully hoped that they would soon break, or else be opened.

He grinded his shaft against the tree and found it felt… good. Not as good as he had hoped, but better than using his hands. “Must… flow… must… flow, flow, flow…”

The voice spoke softly, now: Are you ready to accept me as your master and your regulator, Nanaki?

“Flow…!” he growled, so gutturally that it was barely even a word anymore.

You know the right words. Let the words fill your mind, so that you may say them.

The phrase came to his lips immediately. The faintest hesitation slowed their emergence, but after only a moment of consideration, he decided to let the words do the thing he hoped the dams and his seed would soon do.

“Yes… master…” Nanaki's voice obediently flowed.

Good… those are good words…

A spasm rushed through Nanaki's body. The felid panted and glanced along the dams in the distance. He saw the stones crumble -- saw the water come bursting out in such a torrent, all of it rushing in his direction in such a powerful display…

Wake, and flow, my pet.

Another instantaneous lapse in his consciousness. Nanaki saw the glowing materia above him. He felt the familiar clenching in his groin. He felt and knew that the dams had broken, and that now there was only one thing more.

“F…low…” he murmured in bliss.

Nanaki’s hips rose, and his shaft bobbed twice in the air as he passed the point of no return. He supported himself on his back and his feet as he strained his hips and waist further upward, overcome by a compulsion to have his seed crash down from up high, like the waterfalls that had filled his mind.

White and ropy, it jettisoned out over him. The first shots caught his chest and face before his contractions intensified, sending the next spurts farther past his head and onto the grass. His eyes did not move from their fixated gaze on the materia, and his body shook from his quick, panting breaths. His paws mashed against the ground, and his tail swayed faster with its everburning fire.

Another, resonant hum of pleasure fed its way back into Nanaki’s mind over his link with the entity. Something about his pleasure was bringing pleasure to his master, too. Nanaki could feel it, and the thought made his own excitement and bliss increase. To flow for his master… ah, it was so good! To flow in a way that his master currently could not, due to being stuck in that materia. Such a hero his crystalline master was, teaching him the joy of regulating his flow and then letting it loose!

Even while the pleasure of climax was still coursing through Nanaki, his eyes sought affirmation from the presence that had already blown his mind and shared in his pleasure, and the entity soon responded.

“Good Nanaki,” said the voice in an affectionate condescension. “Now we’ll just have to make sure you treat your eventual mate the same way.”

“Flow?” breathed Nanaki.

Regulate, and then flow. I will train you well. I will train you every night if need be.

“…Happy!” grunted the feline, before the arm that had been holding the materia went slack and he passed out.

The orb slid from Nanaki’s fingers, but remained gently touching the tips of the pads.

The feline had not passed out because of anything deliberate that the entity had done. The entity himself had passed out, too. The power of such a strong afterglow, with no biology of his own to mitigate it, had caught him off guard. Tapping deep into his subject’s mind, he had experienced the full brunt of Nanaki’s contentment and satisfaction.

It had been enough to make even a great and hypnotic being of magic require a nap.