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Tikal, daughter of Pachacamac often visits the Chaos Shrine and the chao who call that place home. It had been a comfort ever since her grandma had passed, as she often took the young Tikal there to learn the ways of her people, ways that her father had quickly forgotten.

But Tikal has not forgotten, and she has been waiting for this day for a long time. When Tikal learned the prayer and the power that the Controller had over the servers, her grandmother taught her one other thing.

"When the time is right, child, when you have truly reached adulthood. You must go to the waters and anoint your body, becoming one with the Chaos."

And, on this anniversary of her birth, she has been welcomed into adulthood by the tribe amid celebration that went on throughout the night. But she left them, knowing she had to fulfill her duty as the priestess of the shrine.

The chao can sense the change in her demeanor, and while they continue their singing, they do not approach her, leaving her to her priestly duty.

As she takes her first steps upon the stairs, she begins to recite the ritual.

"The servers are the seven Chaos..." Her hands move down, untying her skirt, and letting it fall.

"Chaos is power..." she unties her sandals, slipping her feet free from them and feeling the cold stone under her feet.

"Power enriched by the heart." Her gloves fall to the wayside and she watches herself in the rippling pool surrounding the Master Emerald, removing her hair bands.

"The controller is the one that unifies the Chaos..." she says this as she lifts up her top over her head, leaving her standing there nude before the shrine, save for her jewels. She slips onto it, seating upon the lip of the pool, dipping the tips of her feet in.

The water ripples as the Master Emerald glows, and emerging from the pool is the guardian spirit itself. It looms over her, its aquatic form reflecting her own body. She squeezes the stone around her, taking a deep breath. "Oh, Chaos..." she says. "I offer myself as the priestess... may I serve this place, body and soul, so that no harm may befall upon it, until such time as I must pass my duties onward." This is the right her grandmother performed, and the priestess before her, and the priestess before her.

Chaos lowers back down into the pool, but as it does, its long, strong arms reach out, holding onto her wrists. She is brought down into the water, left to stand in the shallow bath.

She kneels downward in order to actually anoint herself, but as she reaches, tendrils of water rise up from beneath, wrapping around her wrists. She stands up, but her arms are kept down low. She tries to step back, but more of those tentacles run up, spiraling up her legs.

Tikal steels herself, knowing that this must be part of the ritual. She closes her eyes and lets the water wash over her, ready to be submerged. Yet, as the tendrils move up her body, and more find their way going up her back, she cannot help but feel as if things were going very differently than what she had planned.

Chaos emerges behind her, its body looming over hers, wet, yet strong, as hands grasp around her, holding her close. Tikal gasps, standing on the tips of her feet, her mouth open as she's bent over, feeling the creature, the god explore her form. Her arms, her legs, her breasts, and now... up within her core.

Tikal tilts her head back and lets her groan echo out into the night as powerful waters rush within and around her More of the tendrils rise up and entwine her, tying her up, immobilizing her as more penetrate inside her, in her womanly folds and even within her exit.

Tikal throws her head back, her eyes rolling up and her tongue rolling out, her cries becoming louder, unrestrained as Chaos thrusts its way inside of her, the water anointing her fully She feels her own crashing waves, flooding out from within her and into the pool itself, adding her own waters to the sacred collection.

Upon that crashing climax, Chaos's form dissipates, raining back into the pool in a disruptive splash. Tikal falls upon her knees, her hands resting upon the Master emerald. Her body sloshes around, so filled with water, as if she had consumed a whole jar. But, for some reason, the feeling of being so filled with the holy waters gives Tikal comfort. She sighs, falling upon her back and floats there, content that she had successfully made her way into womanhood.

And as she lays there, the arms of chaos reach back up, holding her in another embrace, this one not as rough as before, but instead nuzzling against her. She runs her hands along the god's cheeks, smiling over towards him as he lays underneath of her. All around, the chao sing, the girl that had visited and played with them has now become accepted by their leader, and she is now a woman and her mother.