As I focused my thoughts, I delved into the depths of my consciousness, summoning the memory of the very first time I awakened the extraordinary ability of possession. With unwavering determination, I sought to harness the immense power that lay dormant within me, waiting to be unleashed.
As the energy flow through me, I felt a jolt, this should mean I have manifest it correctly. The sensation was both electrifying and awe-inspiring, as if the very essence of mystic forces coursed through my veins.
I was grateful that I didn’t have to dramatically shout out the name of my ability, unlike those protagonists in anime, I chuckle at the thought. The idea of shouting out the name in public would undoubtedly lead to endless embarrassment and peculiar glances from others.
With each passing moment, the energy I harness compelled me to blink and deeply focus. Succumbing to the urge, I blinked, and as my eyes reopened, they were immediately seared with the same dense energy that coursed through my entire body.
And then, a remarkable sight unfolded before me. I could see the internal workings of the silver anthro wolf laying in front of me. Within its corporeal form, two cubes were suspended, one nestled within the other, glowed with different colors. The outer cube shimmered with a silver hue, while the inner one possessed a dark brown color adorned with delicate gray lines. I got the idea these cubes symbolized the essence of its body and soul, a profound representation of its being.
As if guided by an invisible force, I moved hands naturally gravitating towards the muscular and furry chest of the anthro wolf. With a surge of determination, I exerted pressure, feeling a connection forming between us. In that moment, I witnessed the remarkable interplay of energies. My own energy manifested as a swirling luminous green and gold snake, slithering and penetrated the exterior silver cube. It collided with the dark brown inner cube, as if pushing the wolf's soul aside, momentarily disrupting its connection.
As the delicate equilibrium shattered, a profound void materialized within the wolf's chest, an abyss yearning to be filled once more. In an instant, all of my very essence was irresistibly drawn towards it, like a relentless gravitational force. In the material world, my hands were swallowed whole, consumed by the fleshy confines of his being.
The suction overwhelmed me with a ferocity that defied comprehension, engulfing my soul and assuming connection from within him. As I became intimately entwined with his existence, I gasped as I felt his pain coursing through his veins. The frantic rhythm of his heart echoed in my ears, each beat growing more rapid and forceful, as though driven by an unyielding surge of adrenaline. He was really tolerant, as not a single whine escaped his wolf muzzle.
Caught off guard by the overwhelming intensity of the encounter, I lost my balance, falling deeply into the meaty embrace. I even aquire the sensations of the impact as both the recipient and the giver. Every part of my body that came into contact with him, from the gentlest touch to the most profound embrace, adhered to his form and was absorbed into him.
And so, I vanished completely, dissolving into the all-encompassing embrace of Mr. Anthro Wolf. My life force surged forth, creating a mystical barrier that delicately separated the soul from the physical body of him. Through this ethereal filter, my own essence remained on the surface, assuming the role of the vessel's driver.
I braced myself, then blinked - and gasped as my vision sharpened, senses heightening as everything seemed sharper and brighter. The sound that emerged was a gravelly growl. I had done it! This imposing body was mine to control now.
My triumph was short-lived though, interrupted by a fiery pain in my upper stomach. I whine, grimaced reflexively, jaws clenching as muscles spasmed. What has he ingested? I wrapped my furry arms around my middle, I had to expel it fast.
Gritting my fangs, I fought back waves of Sicken. With a heave, I expelled the tainted contents of my stomach onto the forest floor. I panted hard, my fur matted with cold sweat, sinuous tail tucked between my legs as residual cramps wracked my body. The new unfamiliar heightened senses made the nausea twice as intense.
After a few deep, shaky breaths, the cramping eased up. Phew, crisis averted! I sat back on my haunches with relief, rubbed my still-tender belly with padded hands softly.
Everything felt massive and heavy, my senses whelmed by the power contained in this hulking frame. I experimentally flexed one muscular arm, claws extending and retracting from massive fingertips. Such strength simmered in these limbs! I felt like I could uproot a tree with ease, even through the nausea and fatigue plaguing this body.
I gingerly pushed up from the ground, supporting myself against the tree trunk. The bark felt rough and scratchy against my padded palms. As I steadied myself on two legs, I almost overbalanced - the wolf beastman's build was top-heavy compared to my slender human proportions. I took a few tentative steps, each footfall thudding heavily on the forest floor.
Panting from even that small effort, I leaned forward, hands braced on my knees. The breeze blows through the body comfortably and I can smell a pungent stench of wet dog with the wolf man's acute sense. But beneath it lurked an earthier, muskier scent that I realized was the beastman myself. Strange, yet somehow familiar already, and not a bad smell as the presence of the wolf in his natural element. This powerful body and alien senses were mine to explore in the future.
Suddenly, a gruff voice echoed in my mind. I could tell it is same as my now vocal, this must from the host. "What in tarnation are ya? Some phantom possessin' my body?"
"Not entirely true, sir. I do apologize for my action, but you were in grave danger and this was my only way to rescue your life," I responded politely.
"I don't want yer help," he grumbled. "Get outta my body and leave me be."
My upbeat tone faded. "You were trying to end it all, weren't you?" I asked gently. "Your circumstances may seem beyond hope, but there are always second chances if we but open our eyes to them."
"Enough fancy words!" he snapped. "I've had my fill of this shitty world. Now let me die without all those fuckin' lessons!"
I keeping my mental voice calm. "I’m sorry to hear that you feel so hopeless and angry, but I can't do that. As long as I reside in this form, I won't let this life go to waste like this." I infused my mental voice with renewed optimism. "Though we are strangers, fate has bound us together now, so let's make the best of it!"
As if giving up, He sighed “Ah, screw it, do whatever ya want! I ain’t got no say in this shit anyway.” His presence retreated into the recesses of our shared body.
My heart ached for his pain, but I could not let his despair swallow us both. It seemed that he had lost the motivation to live in some way, so maybe it was best for me to carry us forward.