Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Past Life realisation (remembering memories of a past life, including the very end of the past life.), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.

The room was warm, dark and filled with the hum of a couple of computers with more fans than a server room full of racks. There weren’t any lights on in the bedroom room as there wasn’t any need with Dash’s computers being lit with green LEDs around the large fans to their front, and inside their cases. Not only this - his keyboards and mouses were also decorated in green lights – and the multiple monitors he had on his desk provided the rest of the light needed to traverse his small bedroom.  
He took a sip out of a can of energy drink and placed it on the desk in front of him. Dash was an 18-year-old cat with black fur, though the insides of his ears were neon green, along with the paw pads on the palms of his hands. His eye colour was similarly neon green, as he scanned the lines of routing on the screen. 
He was dressed in his favourite black hoodie with a large neon green paw print motif on the back, a black t-shirt with the same motif on the front, and his favourite black sweatpants with a neon green stripe running down the sides of his legs. But, though he’d spent quite a bit of money on getting his own personal clothes, the most money he’d spent was on his sneakers. Black, with his neon green paw print motif on the tongue of both, a logo to the outside of each ankle – and neon green lace hooks which the laces were wrapped round… And to top them off battery powered LEDs built into the soles of his shoes, giving them an illuminated green line which ran round the sneakers soles – and underneath – two green illuminated paw prints. 
Dash’s main pastime was hacking, and he didn’t just think he was good at hacking, he knew he was. For as long as he could remember he’d always been a step ahead of everyone else – whether it was breaking into game servers to mess with his friends, or cracking corporate systems to expose any shady stuff they were up to. He’d never been caught, not once. But this wasn’t about showing off. This was the most fun he could ever have on a PC. 
For months now, he’d been chasing something weird. It started as just a faint trail – some tiny breadcrumbs of odd server access timestamps buried deep in various servers on various networks he’d been messing about with. At first, he thought it was nothing – but the more he found and pieced together the random logs the more it felt like something more substantial. 
Dash took another sip of his energy drink – which was also coloured like him – a black can with a green logo on the front, letting out a happy sigh. His desk was covered in junk; candy, random cables, a couple of gaming controllers that looked like he’d been meaning to clean up but never got around to. His monitors hummed, filled with logs of data scrolling so quick it was impossible to read unless you knew exactly what to look for. Funnily enough though,  Dash knew. 
“Almost got you,” he muttered under his breath, his claws lightly tapping the edge of his keyboard.
The trail he was running currently had been going for days now, setting up remote terminals, hopping from proxy to proxy. He’d even tweaked some of his usual tools to crack encryption quicker. Now, he was close... Real close. One screen showed a tangle of network nodes lighting up across the screen like some kind of constellation of stars, all looking like they lead to a single point. He just needed to find where that point was buried.
Whatever this was, whoever it was had been active for decades, right back it seemed to the beginning of timestamps in 1970. He’d suspected it could be some shady government agency, as whoever had set this up, and used it right up to even this evening, had gone through a lot of trouble to make sure nobody could find it… Nobody except him, of course. 
He downed the rest of his energy drink, throwing the can towards the bin – which he missed, and brought up his phone to look at furaffinity… Dash had joined up just over half a year ago, and realised that there were other people out there who liked the same niche kinks he had... Though he’d never tell any of his friends about it…
He’d read all the stories he could from the likes of Saila, Varien, Charn and TwoMasks … though his favourites were always the penectomy stuff… some of the stories seemed to call out more than others… Those where the dick of the guy getting cut, was used or cooked, eaten, played with or saved as a trophy… He’d even joined up with a server on Discord, and telegram channels, and yesterday, he’d RP’d with a lion called Rafiz where he’d taken the lion’s dick and balls…
He opened up one of the most recent pictures that had been uploaded only a few months ago… It was a Lenexwants piece – the title was ‘NULLTALITY’ and showed a rhino stood above a blue black and grey furred wolf, proudly holding up the wolf’s full package, hanging from his finger and thumb as he grinned down at the victim he’d just taken it from. 
For Dash, the image showing the dangling dick, and the desperate expression on the wolf’s face ticked almost all the boxes he had… He leaned back in his chair, sliding his right hand into his pants, and teasing his already semi hard dick inside, looking over that image and imagining the wolf’s sensitive bits and all the times he would have jerked off with them…
He pushed down his sweatpants and his briefs, letting his uncut length bounce free. He was just under six inches, his foreskin still hiding the head completely, even while fully hard… he looked over image still, slowly moving his hand up and down slowly – his foreskin moving, but barely pulling back half way over his head before he would move his hand back up, letting out a quiet moan.  
He’d always liked the idea of ‘borrowing’ a dick from a couple of his friends, and a couple of other guys he knew – just so he could explore them – have fun with them in his own room, breathe in their scent and enjoy them privately without them knowing what was being done to their oh so precious dick. He imagined – buying the wolf’s junk from the rhino, and heading back to his room – breathing in the scent from that blue length and sucking on it while he jerked off... 
Dash was so focused on his phone, he’d not noticed that one of his screens had landed itself access to the very computer he’d been looking for – for months. 
He was too busy in the imagined situation, sucking on that blue dick, tasting the last drips of pre which were still inside the needy canine dick when it had been cut from him… 
And then – PING!
A warning flashed across the middle of his screen: “Connection traced.” 
He jumped, looking over to the screen “SHIT!!” he shouted out, dropping his phone and diving for the keyboard, his dick trapped between the waistband of his sweatpants and his stomach having had no time to tuck it away. “What the fuck?! The terminal finds the machine while I’m ... busy and then this happens?!” he said with tension in his voice “I bet it was a fucking honeypot!!”
This had never happened before. He was too careful, too fast. But the warning was right there – blinking big and red, practically mocking him.
He takes a deep breath and sighs out… “Think you’re something huh?...” he said as he tapped his fingers on the desk before cracking his knuckles “Well… I’m better.” He said finally tucking his softening dick back into his sweatpants. 
He went to work, fingers tapping away on the keyboard loudly as he launched his countermeasures. Decoy IPs, fake signals, rerouted proxies – he had it all ready to go – like toys in a toybox. He started to chew idly on his bottom lip as he focused intensely, his eyes narrowing. This wasn’t just hacking any more, it was a game. A competition. And if there was one thing Dash loved – it was winning. 
He started trying to optimise the things he was deploying, running them with shortcuts he’d put in place should anything like this happened – but as he shut off routes – he couldn’t help but feel this person was right behind him – and keeping up with every single turn he made. “Don’t think you can win….” His smirk grew bigger as he launched another layer of decoys, confident it would buy him enough time to slip away. 
But then, something changed. 
The screens flickered. Just once, for half a second. Dash blinked. “What the…?” 
Before he could process it, a new message flashed across all his monitors:
“ACCESS GRANTED.” 
Dash’s heart skipped a beat. That wasn’t his doing. Someone else had just gained access to his machines!
“No … fucking ... way...” he muttered, as he started frantically typing out commands, trying to cut the connection, shut down the ports, anything! But it was too late.
The screens glitched again, this time longer, the lines of code on his screen scrambling into junk… Then came the final act. All his screens froze, switching to a familiar blue screen with white text… Along with those on his other PC next to him. 
 ‘A problem has been detected with your system’ the dreaded bluescreen read, only for both machines to then power off entirely.
“No. No, no NO!” He shouted out, shoving back in his chair so hard he rolled back a few inches. He stared at the screens, his fists clenched … This wasn’t right! He couldn’t lose! 
But he had. Someone had got past all his defences, torn through his firewalls like wet paper, and bricked his systems right in front of him… 
Dash ran his hand over his face.. “Ok… not a big deal ... reboot, repair...” he said to himself reaching to press the power button. 
The switch clicked, but nothing. No reboot, no flicker, no fans. Whoever this counter-hacker was, they’d not just bluescreened his machines – they’d KILLED them. 
For the first time in years, dash felt something he hadn’t felt since the first days he started hacking; vulnerability. Whoever was out there wasn’t just good. They were better. And they had just sent him a very loud, very personal message. 
He sat there for a long moment, staring at the dead monitors. Finally he muttered “Fine...” 
An hour later, Dash had his pc out, checking components. It looked like the counter hacker had, amongst other things, overclocked his already overclocked components… it had caused an overload to the PSU and that had caused it to fail.. he grumbled to himself. 
It was then his phone buzzed from on the desk. He looked over to it, expecting it to be some spam email or a game notification – but the message had no sender. 
It was using his usual messenger, but it looked odd. 
“Nice try.” Was all it read
Dash growled and tapped a response – his fingers tapping harder than he needed to on the screen “Who is this?” 
“Seth. Let’s meet up.”  The reply came back almost instantly. 
Dash blinked, his instincts making him paranoid. It could be a trap, and if they could find him online, and then get his phone number, what else did they know about him? His address? If they had access to his system, they could have had access to everything…
He typed back quickly “Not happening. Don’t meet strangers.” 
The reply came back as quickly as the last “Smart. But you don’t really have a choice, do you? I’ve got your system, your trail for the last few years, and if you don’t want to be arrested, show up. Tomorrow 6pm. The behind The Arcade”
Dash’s eyes widened – The Arcade wasn’t far – it was a little gaming café a few streets away. He’d been a few times to hang out with friends or pick up some retro consoles for modding. The idea of meeting someone who had the skill – and the nerve to take him down, face to face wasn’t something he liked the idea of… 
He stared at the phone for what seemed like an age, debating... Everything in him told him he should ignore the message, cut his losses, rebuild and move on… But then again, what if this person did send his traces to the authorities... He couldn’t risk it. 
Finally, he typed back “Fine.” 
In a similar response time – it came back quick as before “See you there.” 
Dash set his phone down on the desk… trying to put together who they were. A rival hacker? A corporate spy? But whoever it was, he figured tomorrow, he was going to find out. 

The next day came faster than he wanted. By the time 5:30pm had come, he was already out of the door, pulling his hood up over his head as he headed for The Arcade. It was dark, and it was new year’s eve… People were busy going about to get to clubs, bars and pubs. 
It felt like everyone he saw was a possible threat, and as he got to The Arcade, he saw the alley heading round back looking particularly ominous... He made his way down, the yellow lights hanging from the side of the buildings providing a dull glow down the narrow passageway.
As he turns, he doesn’t see anyone behind the building… He pauses, not sure if it was all just a joke... He pulled out his phone – and he was here on time. 6pm... He opened the messages to type a message, but before he could – a voice came from behind him making him jump.
“So you’re the one who tried to get in” Twomasks said
Dash spun round and saw a raccoon dressed in a dark hoodie and sweatpants – similar to his own but much less stylish. “Y-yeah. So, you’re Seth, huh?” he asked 
“Correct.” Twomasks replied before stepping forward and grabbing Dash by the neck, pushing him up against the wall. “And you, are mine.” 
Dash squeaked, not ready for any form of physical confrontation, his eyes wide as he hit the wall “Hey!!... W-wait! Wait!!” he cried out “I’m sorry! I ... I was curious!” 
Twomasks moved closer still, his other hand moving down to the cat’s crotch, groping his dick inside his sweatpants “Oh? Sorry? You aren’t, but you will be when I take your dick” 
“W-what?!” He squeaks out “Hey ... if ... if you were looking at my history … look … uh … I’m not in to being cut. It’s the other way round!” he said desperately, believing wholeheartedly the raccoon had been through his browser history and somehow got the wrong idea.
Twomasks snickered “Oh! A cutter huh? How many dicks have you taken?” he said, humouring the cat
“Well… None? I couldn’t do it for real…” Dash replied 
Twomasks tugged the cat’s sweatpants down, reaching out to take hold of the cat boy’s precious uncut dick which, although he was only into cutting – seemed to be getting a little bigger with his touch “Oh, none.” He said teasing Dash’s foreskin gently, squashing it between his finger and feeling it twitch to his touch “Would you do it for real if your own dick depended on it?” he grinned 
Dash blinked, his green eyes looking straight back at the raccoon now holding his fully hard dick “…m-maybe?” 
The raccoon kneeled down in front of the cat, bringing his nose up against the sensitive length “How many times I wonder, have you jerked this to the idea of cutting someone else’s off hm?” he said breathing in his scent – it somehow familiar, though he couldn’t seem to place it. 
Dash didn’t know if he should answer… “uh …. Most of the times I’ve jerked off ... I think.” He said quietly just in case anyone else could hear, his heart pounding in his chest with fear…
“Good.” Twomasks said before standing up, grasping the cat boy’s dick once more “So, tonight – you’re going to cut off three dicks, and bring them back to me here – at 3 am. That gives you just over eight hours. If you fail, I’m taking this…” he said squeezing at Dash’s dick “got it?” 
Dash nodded quickly “I... I’m going to need...something to cut uh … things off with” he said 
Twomasks pulled out a sharp looking knife and paced the tip of the blade under the foreskin covered head of Dash’s length… 
“Please! Don’t…” Dash squeaked, feeling the cold of the steel against his most sensitive part
Twomasks smirked and spun the knife around, letting go of dash’s precious dick and offering him the knife. “3AM. I’ll see you here.” He said coldly
Dash turned around to make sure no one else was looking, and by the time he’d turned back again – the raccoon had gone. He was still stood there with his hard dick stuck out in front of him in a dark alley… “shit.” He said before pulling up his pants.
He padded back down the alleyway, his hood pulled up over his head as he looked around beyond ... there were people everywhere tonight with it being new year’s eve … but was he really going to go cut off three guy’s dicks?! … he debated to himself. Cut off three guys dicks – which he had always fantasised about… or... loose his. 
He sighed annoyed with himself. It wasn’t exactly a choice was it. He needed to get those dicks – and meet back up with the raccoon at three…
“Ok Dash,” he said to himself “If you were a dick, where would you be” he said – rubber ducking as he would if he was coding, only to realise it was pretty damned obvious they’d be in some guy’s pants “Fuck.”  He realised how stupid that would have sounded… he looked across the street where a group of guys around his age, who had obviously already been drinking since the early afternoon were stumbling out of the door of a bar, struggling to stay stood up – but wishing each other a good night, heading back to spend the rest of it with their families. 
One of them was a pretty cute looking Peregrine falcon wearing jeans and a sweater – stumbling down the street, his feathers a little ruffled as he went. 
Dash thought he may make a good first target… he padded down the street after him, the green lights in his sneakers glowing on the pavement with each footstep and watching him get closer to the falcon. “Hey!” he called out 
The falcon looked round “OH! H…hey!” he replied, turning and almost falling – saving himself at the last moment “Oh, nice shoes, d-dude”
Dash grinned “Yeah, hey – I wanna show you something cool” the cat said wrapping an arm round his shoulder and leading him down a side alley
The falcon looked confused but was easily guided down the alley “Oh? More cool stuff?” he said, slurring his words 
Dash looked around in the alley trying to work out what he was going to do next, spotting a discarded piece of pipe on the floor he picked it up “Yeah... uh… dummy says what?” 
The falcon’s eyes squinted slightly trying to work out what the cat boy had just said “What?” 
Dash swung the pipe round, colliding with the bird’s head hard – knocking him violently to the side, collapsing to the ground. 
“Shit…!” Dash said looking at what he had done “Shit!! What the fuck Dash?!” he said asking himself…. “Cos you’re trying to save your dick, dumbass!” he replied to his own question… 
He moved down and tugged the bird’s legs, so he was at least laid on his back, the bird’s tailfeathers scrunching up against the ground, but, he reasoned with himself, probably something birds have to deal with after getting out of bed in a morning… he moved his hand down to the birds crotch to grope at him, and felt nothing. 
Dash blinked... he groped, and pressed – but he couldn’t feel anything … no dick, no balls… “What?!” he said desperately … he had just knocked someone out with a pipe, the first time he’d ever physically assaulted someone – and he’d knocked out a guy without the bits he was after?! 
He undid the bird’s jeans, unzipping them and tugging them down – revealing his downy crotch … rubbing his hands through the soft fluffy feathers – only to realise… birds don’t always have junk on the outside.
“Cmon ... birdface … cats have been hunting birds for fucking millennia … show me your worm…” he says rubbing at the falcon’s crotch, only to find the tip starting to sneak itself out. 
“Oh thank fuck for that…” Dash exclaimed with relief … He grasped at the tip, rubbing and teasing at it “c’mon.. jeez, alcohol really makes a guy fricking limp…” he says looking round making sure no one had been looking… he glanced back up to the falcon’s face, still out cold. 
He thought it was a shame he had to take this guy’s dick, feeling it slowly slide from its protective slit, twitching in his hand. He was kind of cute… Maybe, he thought, he should have some fun first…  
He moved his nose down to the bird’s growing length, nosing and breathing in his scent. “Fuck… you smell so good…” he said, his own dick now hard as a rock in his pants as he let his tongue slip out – giving the underside of the tip a gentle lick. The falcon’s dick twitched, responding to the attention it was being given. 
Dash then realised the bird’s dick was still growing, and it was already at what looked like 7 inches... “Fuck… how big are you?!” he asked as he started sliding his hand up and down its smooth sensitive length… 
He moved up, straddling the falcon boy’s legs, the bird dick now pushing up against his own sweatpants tent... Grabbing the bird’s cock once more, he pushed it and grinded it against himself, letting out a quiet moan… It was like his fantasies… coming to life. He was going to really do it… this guy’s precious dick was about to be cut off…
He’d never had a lot of experience messing with other guys in the past. Just a bit of fooling around with a couple of friends – but other than that, nothing to the point of cumming.
Dash let out another moan, pulling his pants down, his dick springing free and slapping against the unconscious falcon’s dick as it did... The warmth of the other guy’s length pressing against his own was like nothing he’d ever done before, only ever fantasised about it – and knowing this precious dick he was frotting with, was soon to be nothing but dead meat, only drove him on further.  
He wrapped his hand around both dicks, humping up against the bird’s feeling it twitch and throb – along side his own as his foreskin glided back and forth over his head, squashed up against the doomed length... He could smell the falcon’s scent hugging his nose, mixing with his own as he started to feel his climax rushing forward... 
With a few more twitches from the bird’s dick, feeling it through his own dick – he whipped his hand up over his mouth as he cried out into it – trying to avoid anyone hearing… his dick pulsing and shooting his seed into his hand, and slicking up the falcon’s own quivering length, itself not far from hitting its own climax.
Dash panted, moving back, a little – watching the falcon’s desperate dick, twitching, throbbing – and craving that extra attention… he moved his muzzle down, grabbing the tip In his lips and sliding down the now 10 inch bird length, taking in a few inches, as his hands now work his seed over its length like some kind of lube. 
The falcon’s dick responded instantly, a drip of pre oozing into his muzzle as he started to suck, jerking that soon to be trophy to give it one final climax, even if its owner would never truly feel it. 
The unconscious falcon opened his beak slightly in a small gasp, his body reacting out of reflex as it was drawn all the way to the edge... 
Dash sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the tip, loving the taste of the bird meat in his muzzle – the musk, the salty sweet taste of the forbidden meat he was about to take … and then – the bird boy tensed up... the length pulsing – and then shooting rope upon rope of sweet salty falcon seed into his muzzle with quite a bit of force! 
He moaned quietly, loving the bird’s seed… Surprisingly the falcon’s seed had a hint of cinnamon to it – as if the bird had been eating cinnamon rolls recently and it had given the bird that spicy flavour… He swallowed down the bird’s spiced seed, knowing it would be the last the bird would ever shoot through his dick...
Dash slipped back off the impressive ten inches of tapered bird dick, and realised it had started to soften already. He grabbed some dental floss he always kept in his hoodie’s pocket, pulled out a length of it and quickly wrapped it tightly around the base, stopping it from getting any softer – and holding it in place… He also had no intention of murdering guys for their dicks, so hoped the floss would at least stop the guy from bleeding out.
“Fuck, bird boy, you’re one tasty guy. And how big?!” he said now admiring the length “How do you not kill the girls you fuck with a weapon like that?! … I guess I’ll be saving some bird girl’s life doing this ...” he said giggling to himself as he pulled his sweatpants back up and pulling the knife out of his pocket. 
It was now though, that it seemed to hit him… This was the moment. He’d always fantasised about it, but never ever thought he could go through with it… But he needed to do this... he thought as he moved the sharp blade down to the base of the still twitching bird meat… It was either take this guy’s dick, or have his own cut off…
He looked up at the cute falcon’s face “Look, it’s nothing personal, ok? … I, just need your dick… ok? If you’re ok with it, just say nothing, and uh nod your head.” He said looking to the unconscious bird boy’s face…. Obviously, he said nothing, and Dash reached out nudging the falcon’s beak so it looked like he nodded “Great! Thanks! If I ever see you again – I owe you a can of energy drink, ok?” 
 “Here goes nothing…” he said starting to slice.
As the blade bit, making the first cut into the precious bird meat, rather than the excitement of doing something he’d always thought about doing welling up inside him, or the fear or worry of permanently cutting a piece of someone off – something else fundamentally deeper seemed to start happening. 
He started to feel dizzy... Not dizzy enough that he was going to lose his balance, or not cut straight, but the world seemed to tilt off balance. He gritted his teeth in determination – he needed this bird’s dick, or he was going to have his own cut off, and this was the only way he could save it… 
The falcon boy’s dick twitched and throbbed as he cut, a dribble of that last seed escaping from its tip.
The dizziness persisted, but as the knife finally slipped through the last piece of flesh – there seemed to be a bright flash. He thought – maybe it was lightning. He looked up, but it was clear skies, and when he looked back down – he was holding a severed canine dick... and where the falcon boy once was, he saw a husky… “What… the… fuck?!” he said before suddenly there was a searing pain in the front of his head, he grimaced and closed his eyes tight, dropping the dick, and holding his head “FUCK!! What!!?” 
He slumped to the ground, curling up in agony… It was a searing pain as if something was being driven into his brain... but after a few seconds, as quick as the pain had come on, the pain subsided… 
He opened his eyes and slowly got back onto his knees once again... a tear running down his face from how painful the headache had been… in front of him – the falcon, just as he had always been – the falcon’s severed 10-inch dick laying on the ground where he’d dropped it. “This … is fucking weird…” 
He grabbed the severed bird dick and looked at it, trying to work out what the hell he’d just seen… he knew he had the very thing he’d always wanted to have in his hand... some guy’s severed dick – technically all his …. And yet just for the minute he couldn’t think about how horny this made him…
Dash knew he had to get moving. It was 9pm now, and he had to get two more dicks in the next six hours… 
He slipped his bag off his shoulder and set it on the ground, then, he brought the bird’s dick up to his muzzle, because why not - breathing in the remainder of the falcon’s scent and flicking his tongue over its tip, catching that drip of seed that had escaped… “No wonder cats used to hunt birds… you taste so good!” 
He pushed it into his bag, only to find it was a bit too long … so he bent it down inside and zipped the bag up round it.
He hoisted it back up over his shoulder and glanced at the unconscious bird boy “Thanks! … I think!” he said before heading back out of the alley into the street. 

As he walked looking for his next doner, he was thinking about what the whole pain and husky thing was about… he’d had headaches before, but nothing so painful, or causing him to see weird visions... Maybe he would have to go to the doctors tomorrow… Hopefully not for treatment of a missing dick.
The evening wore on, and there simply weren’t any easy opportunities opening up for him… 
At the stroke of midnight, he could hear people cheering and drinking – fireworks started exploding in the sky – it was a new day, and a new year. Midnight, and he still had two dicks to find… 
He walked down a side street which had a grand building up against the pavement – large, built of stone and looking like it had been there a good couple of hundred years. One of the sash windows was open, and he could hear the sound of a party going on inside. He was sure this must be the main college campus building ... there would be some guys inside his age that would probably be drunk… and up for some naughty business… Maybe this is where he could bag his other two dicks. 
He climbed through the window into a room that seemed to be mainly filled with beds running down either side of the room. It was odd though, as he didn’t think the college had dorms here... 
He followed the sound of the party to a closed door, light showing through the crack between it and the door frame, the sound of partying and the smell of party food and alcohol wafting through the gap at the bottom. He reached for the handle and opened it – looking in at the party inside. 
Oh, it was a party alright. There was a buffet filled with food, drinks in everyone’s hands – and lucky Dash – all of the people in the party were guys!... in military casual uniform. 
Three of the soldiers closest to the door turned, looking at Dash in his dark hoodie and sweatpants, and Dash looked back. 
He knew this wasn’t good.. “Hey! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!” He said with a half grin and a half wave
“Who the hell are you?” One of the soldiers, a fox, asked 
“Well. I’m … in the ‘cyber force’. I … hack stuff?” Dash said trying to cobble together anything that could have maybe explained why he had randomly seemed to turn up in an army building.
“Like fuck you are.” A wolf said – before dropping his drink and running towards the cat
“FUCK!!” Dash shouted out- turning and darting back through the dorm for the window 
The solders charged in after him, but in their semi drunken state – they didn’t quite have the dexterity or speed to keep up with the cat. 
Dash leapt out of the window, charging up the street “SHIT, SHIT SHIT!!” he shouted, glancing back, seeing the three soldiers climbing out of the window, making chase.
Then, at possibly the worst possible moment – the world began to seem to turn on its axis again…. “NOT NOW FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!” Dash shouted out frantically rubbing at his head to somehow try keep this weird problem at bay. 
The soldiers were still behind him, but he seemed to be getting ahead of them a little - he slipped down another alleyway off the main street and slid under a mesh fence before jumping over a couple of dumpsters and bursting out into another street beyond. He could hear the solders making their way down the alley behind him – but he knew he had seconds to get himself somewhere out of sight… he sprinted down the street, and spotting a bar he darted through the door into the crowd. 
The room was hot, smoky, full of loud music and coloured flashing club lights. The dizziness was getting worse... he collapsed into one of the bench seats that were vacant – their occupants up dancing on a makeshift dance floor cleared of chairs. 
He hadn’t time to think about if he’d evaded the soldiers – as there was another flash, and now he wasn’t even in the bar… he was running down a sandy passageway, with mud brick buildings either side – behind him in hot pursuit some angry looking soldiers from a time 1000s of years ago with bows.
An arrow whistled by, narrowly missing him. He zigzagged as much as the tight space would allow, but just as he was about to turn out of the passage, a thud echoed behind him followed by a sharp, piercing pain in his right leg. He screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground and skidding to a halt, then scrambled around the corner of the passage.
He saw a soldier closing in on him – a hyena – and as he shouted at him in an entirely different language, he realised he could understand every word as if he had always spoken it himself… 
There was another flash, and he was back in the bar,  the music and the lights around him – and the intense pain once more at the front of his head… he curled up on the bench, holding his head – images flashing through his head – thoughts – memories which seemed so familiar, but alien at the same time…  One which he distinctly remembered one of his balls being cut into, destroyed … The Scorpions …. His brother… Twomasks. The raccoon he met earlier was Twomasks!
Memories were flooding his consciousness like water spilling from a breached dam, and all the while that sharp pain searing through his head.
What seemed to take an hour to Dash, was in reality only thirty seconds.. he gasped, the sudden release of memories that had been locked away for so long... It was too much he just couldn’t cope … the world spun around him, and he passed out there and then on the bench…

As he opened his eyes, he realised he wasn’t in the bar, or his time again... he was on a low bed, near the floor of a small mudbrick building, mostly covered in blankets, struggling to breathe. He could feel his body wracked with pains of age, and to the side of him – the raccoon he’d met just a few hours ago behind the arcade, only he was wearing some dark linen clothes – an Egyptian kilt and tunic.
He couldn’t speak, or move, he was as if an observer in his own body… 
Twomasks looked upset, with pain in his eyes as he looked into his, taking hold of his hand. 
“Menni, you’re going to be ok. You’re going to get better. Seth won’t allow it... he just won’t!” Twomasks said angrily, a tear rolling down the fur of his cheek
“I ... I don’t want to go just yet” Dash replied, looking back at Twomasks “I … I want to stay with you, for eternity … y-you used to be older than me when we met… and ..” he coughed “Now look .. 45 years old… and ... you still 26...” 
Twomasks moved closer and wrapped his arms around Dash, hugging him with genuine tenderness “Please stay with me. I can’t do this without you anymore. You are my everything… Seth will help... you will see.” He said giving Dash a kiss on his muzzle. 
Dash could feel himself wanting to cry, he suddenly realised he hated seeing Twomasks upset – it was one of a handful of times he remembered from his newly unlocked memories ever seeing him like this. All being as a result of something which had happened to him. “I ... I’ll try not to go to Anubis ... just yet. C-could you get me some dates?” 
Twomasks looked into his eyes and nodded “I’ll go get some dates now. They will help get your energy up to fight this fever... I love you Menni. Please hold on, and I’ll be back.” Twomasks said, letting go of his hand and slipping out of the door.
The room was filled with silence, all except for the labouring of his breaths. His eyes remained on the door, waiting for his beloved partner to come back to him, but his breathing began to become more difficult. 
Within a split second, it became twice as difficult to breathe in, the air seeming to become more like thick honey than air… his eyes went wide, gasping, trying to get all the air he could, but his lungs were only allowing a fraction of the air he could breathe in… 
Dash panicked …. Grabbing at the blankets, but his arms were so tired and heavy … he looked back at the door hoping Twomasks would be back. He thought about his brother, it was all so long ago – when he and Twomasks put an end to the bandits who had taken his brother from him… how he and Twomasks had met, down that alley when he had tried to rob him… and the adventures and prizes they’d both taken over the years … but within just a few moments, the door and the room began to fade… his vision going black… his last wish was to just be with the raccoon he loved, and to be in his arms … then there was silence.  He slumped, motionless in the bed, still looking to the door with his now lifeless eyes. 
When Twomasks arrived back at the house, he entered holding a handful of dates, “Menni I got the dates, In the market there was this …” he paused, his eyes falling on the still sight of his beloved cat. The dates slipped from his hand and scattered about the floor. 

Dash woke up, back in the bar. The music had finished, and he sat up looking around the room as the last few patrons were drinking their last pints.
His head was swimming in memories from before he was even born… from a life before this … from his past life…
It was like he had woken from death… having lead a whole life and now living the start of his own again… He reached down to his crotch, groping himself, checking if he had one or two balls.. Two. His personality hadn’t changed, he had always been himself… but he now remembered everything about who he once was… how he once lived, and who the love of his life once was.
He looked at the clock... it was 2am … “Why’d you have to say 3 by 3am… last time it was two by sunrise...” He said remembering Twomasks giving him the same challenge in his past life. 
He grinned, the one would be good enough. He knew how he was going to play this now… After all, he’d spent a lifetime with the raccoon…
He stood up, all dizziness and pain cleared, and for the first time in his life, he actually felt strangely complete. The strange hollowness he’d felt – as if somehow he’d missed something, forgotten something important – had lifted. 
He felt like he had somehow achieved something – he realised he had found Twomasks, even though he never consciously knew he was looking for him… and when he thought of the raccoon – it wasn’t fear he felt, it was a warm glow… it was that fondness he felt at the very end.
Dash walked out of the bar, checking around to make sure the soldiers weren’t floating about still looking for him – and wandered to the nearest 24 hour store to pick up something for the raccoon. 

Dash checked his watch as he entered the alley behind the arcade. 3am. 
He heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind and looked around. As Twomasks came into view in the moonlight, Dash couldn’t help but feel that warm glow inside him, the raccoon who meant so much to him being once again in front of him “Hi!” he said cheerfully.
Twomasks looked serious, stepping right up to the cat “So, Three dicks. Did you get them?” He asked sternly 
Dash grinned “Well… Not exactly.” 
Twomasks smirked “Oh well, kitty dick for me tonight then!” 
Dash snickered and held his hand out “Hey – wait just a sec, because I think, this raccoon is going to remember this moment for the NEXT four thousand six hundred years of his life…” 
Twomasks blinked. His smirk changed to a slightly puzzled look… The cat hadn’t hacked into his computers, it was a honeypot with no meaningful data on.  And besides, there was nothing existing anywhere which held exactly how old he was. “Are you trying to play games?” he asked 
Dash pulled his bag from his shoulder and unzipped it, pulling out the 10 inches of bird dick and holding it out “Here! It’s been a while since I got you one of these, Twomasks” he said with a slight giggle 
The raccoon’s ears perked. He’d only been known to the cat as Seth, not Twomasks ... He took the bird dick and checked it over “This isn’t bad. And what happened with the other two?”  he said pushing it into his own bag
Dash smirked “Yeeaaaahh. It was a bit of a journey… and I didn’t really get time to take any others, with having all the crazy flashbacks and memories after cutting this off…” he said gesturing to the length in the raccoon’s hands being pushed into the bag.
“So, you failed.” Twomasks said moving forward and groping at the cat, feeling the warmth through the fabric of his sweatpants “And this, is about to be mine.” He grinned 
Dash moaned quietly … “But, silly. It’s already yours … Rakuel…”
Twomasks hadn’t heard that name in over 500 years… “What?!” he grabbed the cat by the throat and pushed him back up against the wall “How do you know all this?” 
Dash was starting to giggle a little bit, finding the whole thing pretty fun now, it wasn’t often through his last life that he ever got to have the upper hand over his raccoon. “A long time ago, when you gave me this challenge before – you gave me a much fairer deal. 2 dicks, by sunrise. Just because you got three – doesn’t mean you can up the stakes this time round.” 
Twomasks took a step back, releasing him, blinking and looking harder at the cat in front of him “What … do you mean last time.” He said, knowing there were a few apprentices he’d challenged in the past in the same way, but only one where he’d said 2 and got three. 
Dash smirked “I think you know who I … was.” He said before then speaking in perfect ancient Egyptian “You are my everything. I did wait, I tried to be strong, but Anubis came.” 
Twomasks’ expression changed from suspicious to shocked, replying back in his native tongue “You can’t be… There isn’t a way back…” 
Dash stuck his tongue out briefly and took a store carrier bag out from his bag, with something inside, he handed it to Twomasks. Speaking in English again now, “Something, for you… maybe, you won’t drop these?” he said, his eyes glassing over a little
Twomasks hesitantly took the object wrapped in the carrier bag, and opened it, looking in to see a box of dates. He looked up, his eyes starting to tear up. 
Dash spoke first, his voice breaking “The last thing I asked you for…” 
Twomasks rushed forward and grabbed Dash in the tightest of hugs “Menni…” he said before starting to cry into the cat’s shoulder
Dash hugged back just as tightly, the hug he had desperately wanted more than anything, even the oxygen he needed at the end of his past life – finally realised. He started to sob, burying his face into the raccoon’s hoodie. 
Earlier in the evening the idea that he would be crying with happiness just from being with the mysterious raccoon he’d failed to hack would have been an impossibility, but with the weight of an entire past life’s memories now firmly residing in him, he was with the one he had loved so passionately for almost twice as long as he had existed in his current life.
Twomasks spoke quietly, trying to fight back the tears and gain a little composure, still hugging at his cat “Menni, it was almost a century before I could carry on. I knew you’d be alone in the Duat forever, and it never ever weighed any less on me.” He said before standing back a little to try and recover a little more of his usual composure.
Dash smiled through his tears, wiping his cheeks dry with the sleeves of his hoodie “From what I remember, I waited for so long in the field of reeds, hoping you’d come, but knowing you never would… I’ll explain how I’m here later… it’s complicated…. Oh, and I’ve got two balls again another big fuck you to those scorpion bastards!” 
Twomasks nodded, wiping his cheeks dry, and then handed Dash the box of dates “it’s a bit late, but … I guess I got you those dates.” He smiled “Now, let’s get back to my place… there’s a lot of catching up to do, and you need to meet Nikki… Do you want me to call you Menni, or Dash?” 
Dash wrapped an arm round Twomask’s shoulders and nodded, starting to walk with him – the feeling of belonging that he’d never felt before wrapping him up like a cosy blanket – and somehow it felt he’d been waiting for this moment for millennia.  “Both names are fine… Oh and,” he said suddenly remembering “Happy New Year, Twomasks” 
Twomasks nosed up against Dash’s cheek “Happy New Year, Menni... Let’s see what the year 2025 has in store huh? Something tells me it’s going to be the best one, in a good few millennia.”