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A very, very long time ago...

The sun had reached its zenith, and was unleashing an unbearable heat upon the world below, and its lone island in particular. For weeks, the temperature had risen steadily, topping off at over a hundred degrees.

All the animals and plants felt it, constantly needing water and shade lest they shrivel up from solar abuse. Even at night it was hot, the air stifling and thick, and not dark enough to see anything other than a faint moon overhead.

But now the sun was back, hotter and brighter than it had been any day before. If the flora and fauna could have safely and intelligently observed it, they would have noticed that the sun was swelling and contracting. It did so in an irregular pattern, and with irregular distortions over its surface.

The swelling continued worse than ever, growing more frenzied, and with each outward push an intense wave of heat washed over the world below. As the animals scurried for cover on the world below, a set of claws pierced out through the sun's surface, their owner pressing forward as progress was finally made. A moment later, and they pried apart the blazing sphere itself.

The sky lit up more than it had ever before, the world bathed in almost blinding light. Golden globs fell through space, turning into comets, and still others fell through the world's skies, the lifeblood of the sun splashing onto the land and sea, setting fires in forests and boiling the waters. One massive drop completely engulfed a palm tree and drenched its few cocunuts. A moment later, and one coconut began to swell itself, quickly outstripping a watermelon in size by more than four times, and a moment after that it inflated again to eight times as large.

But the claw's owner wasn't done yet: with all his might he tore his celestial chamber apart, lunging out into the freedom of space. He was gargantuan, but even as he tumbled towards the world, he diminished in size with extreme swiftness, shrinking and shrinking until collision with the fair-temperatured planet would not prove disastrous. Behind him, the sun came together again, mending itself in the wake of his escape.

His descent through the air was accompanied by ear-splitting thunderclaps, so fierce they caused the surfaces of every lake in the hemisphere to shiver and jump, as if trying to escape to safe haven.

Scales broke off from his body, blazing with fire as they rocketed away in all directions. Crashing into the ocean, they began to cool as they sunk, changing and reshaping, growing. They would become new islands over time.

With a bone-cracking boom and a tidal wave of soil and rock and vegetation, the being made landfall. A crater over a thousand feet wide and nearly half that in depth was punched into the island, the surrounding vegetation flatted and shattered.

He stood up unsteadily, taking a moment to get his bearings and looking around at the decimated jungle. Fire snaked from his nostrils as he cleared his passages, coughing as he adjusted to the cooler air.

And when he stretched his wings, and his arms, and his legs, and his tail, and let out the breath he'd been holding unwittingly, Anatolios said, "Freedom...freedom at last."

His wings snapped out and he lifted himself into the air, intent on surveying the rest of his new home. He searched the jungle and beaches, discovering the surviving wildlife that shrank from his presence. Scarcely three hours had passed when he came across a palm tree with a tremendously enlarged coconut. Pressing his clawed hand to it, he sensed another being within, a foreign magic tingling his senses.

"What are you?" he wondered aloud.

As if to answer, the humonguous fruit began cracking, splitting down the middle in a jagged, milk-laden line. Anatolios backed away, surprised, and stared in amazement as the milk gushed out onto the dirt, warping in appaearance until color until it glowed in rainbow colors.

Anatolios blinked, completely confused. He watched, wide-eyed, as the coconut finished parting, more soft rainbow light illuminating the interior and colorfully announcing the magically-mutated item's occupant.

The dragon felt his breath hitch and his heart pound as the female stepped forward onto the technicolor ground, her red-brown fur catching the light to make her almost glow amber. The white markings on her face and white rings on her tail were practically ivory, a stark contrast to the ebony of her arms, legs and belly. She was notably shorter than he was, nearly six feet to his seven, with a pair of large breasts and a well-rounded ass to fill out her slender figure.

She stretched and cracked her back, sighing in relief; Anatolios almost smiled at how her actions mirrored his own.

"Oh, hello," she greeted, her voice soft and rich, her tone friendly. "Do you live here? I'm Euanthe."

The golden male bowed his head. "Anatolios. And no, I do not live here. Or rather, I didn't. I only a short while ago broke free from the sun."

Euanthe's eyebrows went up. "The same way I hatched from the coconut?"

"I do not know," he replied, shrugging. "I don't know how I came to be." He pointed behind her. "It looks as though your former home had absorbed some liquid sunlight, if those golden juices are any indication."

"Yes," she agreed, "it does seem that the sun gave me life. I suppose I must thank you for siring me, then."

He waved a hand dismissively. "I did no such thing. For all either of us know, you would have been born without me."

She giggled. "Then we are equals. Both of us, gods of this land." She held a hand over her heart. "I can tell that I'm a goddess of love: I can feel its power coursing through me, almost telling me what to do if I am to bring loved ones together."

She looked at him expectantly, and he drew himself up, grinning with pride as he declared, "And I am the god of the sun, overseeing this whole world and bringing light and strength to its creatures." Perhaps showing off, he flexed the muscles of one arm. "My power is peerless."

Euanthe giggled, pressing herself against him and smiling. "Strength, you say? Without equal? Do you wish to prove it?"

Anatolios could feel her magic working into him...and did nothing to resist it. After being trapped in the sun for who knew how long, he had no wish to be alone anymore, and the feelings of lust and desire the red panda created in him were simply too incredible to ignore. He relished them, craving greater amounts.

Euanthe gasped as his genital slit opened, his impressive malehood sliding out. Once it was fully extended, she ran a hand along the underside, grinning up at him, eyes twinkling with excitement.

"If you match my lust, then I will indeed acknowledge you as my equal," he offered. "You will be a queen."

Her response, a smile, was almost predatory.

Anatolios roughly turned her around. His cock pulsed rhythmically, twitching and burning with anticipation. Euanthe giggled as she was bent over, legs spread wide. She was so wet that her juices were staining the dirt, mixing with the rainbow-water. Anatolios grinned; he'd have no trouble entering such a slick hole.

He growled as he pressed the head of his dick to her, pausing for just a second before thrusting. Euanthe gasped as the first quarter of his magnificent rod spread her walls. Her knees began trembling so badly that she feared she would collapse. Try as it might, her pussy could barely grip him: he was scorching hot, and each pulse of his cock seemed to push her walls away, practically inflating her nether-region.

The Sun God licked his lips hungrily as he firmly held the goddess's hips, forcing the next six inches in.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Euanthe shrieked. Her knees gave out and both of them dropped to all fours, the red panda gasping heavily as she tried to grow accustomed to the gargantuan phallus's presence. Blinking, she turned her head a bit to tell Anatolios to take it a little slower.

The dragon, however, had other ideas. More concerned with his own pleasure and insisting to himself that she could take it, he steadily squeezed in the last foot. The Love Goddess's breath hitched in her throat and she went perfectly stiff, barely able to process having two feet of blazing dragon cock crammed into her.

Seeing that he'd hilted himself inside his lover, Anatolios pulled out. He only withdraw halfway before thrusting in again. As she moaned with pleasure, her mind slowly going numb from the incredible sensation that his dickhead created within her, he decided to begin a steady withdrawal-and-insertion, always taking out up to his head before burrowing back into the hot, smooth passage.

He himself was growling contentedly, the pleasure seeping into his own form. The way Euanthe shook her hips, the lewd squelching sounds her pussy made as it gobbled up his dick wantonly, the panting and groaning --- everything was arousing him more and more, urging him to climax.

Abruptly, he withdrew up to his head, but stayed that way until the red panda, confused, asked why he'd stopped. She was just about to plead for him to resume when he did exactly that, plunging in and out of her at a breakneck speed.

Euanthe was in heaven: her hips were melting, her tits were tingling with electric fire as they swung back and forth so sharply they appeared to be snapping to and fro, and her vaginal walls were being expanded, contracted, and rubbed end-to-end in such a way that her entire pussy had become a raging inferno. It was all she could do to let her tongue lull out of her mouth, drool pooling below on the ground, weakly begging for more. Her very mind had degraded into a perpetual haze of lust and carnal bliss. She could feel every vein, and savored how each one pulsated with the incomparable might of the sun itself. Truly there could be no cock equal to the dragon's!

Impossible as it seemed, Anatolios picked up his speed, ripping in and out of Euanthe with blinding rapidity. He was drawing closer...closer...!

Slamming into the smaller deity hard enough to produce an audible "CRACK!," Anatolios threw his head back. His eyes were screwed tightly shut as he loosed a defeaning roar. His balls, which had been feverishly burning with the need for release, pumped everything they had into Eunathe's womb.

She was instantly flooded. Because of her lover's huge size, her cervix had easily been penetrated and her innermost chamber filled almost completely; with his cum's arrival, every last crevice had been occupied, taken up several times over. As a result, her belly had ballooned out until it looked as if she'd swallowed a dozen grapefruits. Similarly, her breasts tripled in size, the nipples dripping wet with milk.

While this was happening to her body, her mind had flash-frozen with bliss. Mouth open, eyes wide, it was all she could do to gasp weakly as her thought process tried to restart against the monolith of carnal satisfaction that overwhelmed her.

Abruptly, it surged forward. Unfrozen, Euanthe's climax smashed into her like a meteor: her back arched and her shoulders twisted, a wild shriek of sexual achievement tearing from her throat. Her walls tightened up severely, as if trying to crush Anatolios's rod into a crooked stick. Because he'd already emptied himself, her body's efforts were in vain, coaxing only a few more drops. The addition of her own plentiful juices was too much for her to hold within, and a mixture of both of their essences squirted out around the dragon's cock, soaking his stomach, crotch, and legs in a thick glaze.

Spent, Anatolios let himself gradually soften, pulling out once he'd deflated enough. As his member retreated back into his slit, he eyed the bloated female lying on the ground in front of him with interest. He'd promised to make her his queen, and after such a display of passion, he really couldn't go back on that deal.

Problem was, in order to be a monarch, one needed to have a kingdom, and a kingdom in turn required subjects. The island, beautiful tropical kingdom though it would be, was so bereft of subjects that a simple pair (Euanthe and himself) simply couldn't be the only beings forever.

We're gods, he told himself. Gods and kings. Both require territory, which we have, and subjects, which we need. The wildlife here is unsatisfactory to be our faithful --- at least, currently. The gears of the dragon's mind turned, formulating a plan. He could use is powers to create life, or perhaps modify the life present. Those were really the only options; it was doubtful Euanthe would want to birth possibly hundreds of children to serve them.

"Remember...your vow..." the exhausted red panda all but whispered, drifting off to sleep.

Grinning toothily, Anatolios petted her affectionately. "Always, my love. But you will have to give me time." He looked at the sun, seeing that his former prison was setting. Had they really engaged in sex for so long? "Plenty of time."

---

A very long time ago...

"It's a little odd, isn't it?" Euanthe asked, watching her mate work.

They had made the peak of the mountain, the highest point on the island, their home, and were currently resting there (aside from Anatolios's fiddling). The vines and trees reached even to the tiny clearing they'd claimed as their own, but fortunately grew short enough that the island's edges and the ocean beyond were not obscured.

Her golden spouse grumbled something she couldn't make out and continued to tamper with the hapless animal, the subject of his experiments. The creature had started out small and meek, like most of the island's fauna, but Anatolios had used his godly energies to warp the beast, making it larger, stronger, sturdier, and distinctly bovine. It was still small compared to the dragon, but to his mate, it was almost half her size.

What was strangest about the remade bovine was that Anatolios was attempting to teach it speech. As the first step, he'd had to continuously alter its vocal chords, and now it was constantly making bizarre expressions, mouth opening and closing, mooing in frankly unsettling ways.

"I'm still perfecting the process," the Sun God admitted. "I wish I knew how to get it to imitate our words."

"Well," Euanthe said, approaching from behind, "perhaps you should stop 'adjusting' his voice box and work on his mind. We may have been born with our wits about us, but this poor thing wasn't; it would be a mistake to expect him to learn a language without proper intelligence."

Anatolios eyed her, surprised by her remark's inslightfulness. Since their first romp, her body had slightly slimmed down; according to her, absorbing the godly essence to bolster her own divine might while the rest steadily grew as a child in her womb. At times, she seemed to have trouble deciding whether or not she was going to bear twins.

"If you do have twins," Anatolios had told her one night after she'd orally drained him, "you'll need to make sure your breasts stay large, lest you need to give them my milk!"

For that, she'd (playfully) slapped him on the dick.

Presently, he considered her idea. It was certainly worth trying.

And yet, how to go about it? Reshaping a body was one thing, but reshaping a mind to altogether greater capabilities was an order of magnitude more difficult; one small mistake could create a raving maniac or a braindead vegetable.

"Why are you hesitating?" Euanthe asked.

He gestured to the bovine. "I have no idea how I'm to give him sentience. I don't want to just blast his mind with energy, and I can only imagine the effort to which I'll have to go if I decide to implant and perfect the individual thoughts."

Euanthe blinked. "But can't you just make it into a general gift from the gods or something? You should be able to bestow self-awareness on him, right?"

Anatolios's eyes narrowed. "Have you ever attempted this? I won't risk frying his mind; I don't want any mistakes when it comes to creating a new race."

She sighed, shaking her head. "No, I don't have any experience at this." She took on a pensive look, tapping her chin. "But I would think you'd need to make sure that it understands things like object permanence, and conjugation, and right and wrong, and ---"

She continued on, practically flying through a list of ideas, bouncing back and forth between different categories, faster and faster. Anatolios couldn't get a word in edgewise, feeling completely inept at how to handle the situation.

Abruptly, she stopped, placing her hands over her swollen womb and eyeing it.

"What is it? What's the matter?"

She looked back up at him, her eyes glittering and her smile wide. "I think I'm going to give birth!"

Her stomach suddenly flared with pink light. Anatolios leapt back in complete bewilderment while the bovine fled (or tried to, merely reaching the far side of the clearing and getting stuck in the foliage).

Breathing rapidly, her eyes wide as they could go, Euanthe similarly could only watch as the glowing sphere that was her stomach bulged outward, fingers slipping out. They grasped at a newly-formed flap and pulled down, their owner sliding out face-first onto the ground.

"Euanthe!" Anatolios said, rushing to his mate's side. "Are you all right?!"

"Yes," she nodded, keeping both eyes on the orb. "I'm fine. In fact, I think I might feel better than I did a moment or two ago."

Anatolios looked down at her body, and gaped upon seeing that her womb had shrunken to half its previous size, as had her breasts; she was still very pregnant, but much closer to her original figure. Apparently, she had given birth.

The dragon narrowed his eyes and studied the newcomer. Both he and Euanthe watched as the tall kangaroo stood and brushed himself off. His fur seemed to fluff out just a bit and was golden brown save for his belly, arms, and legs, which were white. He had a slender build and held himself in a relaxed stance. In one hand he held a parchment scroll, rolled up, the ends of the wooden bars at the sheet's top and bottom carved into ornate knobs.

"Ah, good," he said to himself, "finally out of the gate, as it were."

"Son!" Euanthe cried, launching herself at the newcomer; Anatolios stayed put. The red panda wrapped her arms around the other male, who gladly returned the gesture. When they had separated, Euanthe told him, "Welcome, Alexis! You're much more handsome than I dreamed!"

The kangaroo cocked his head, confused. "Dreamed? I don't quite get what you mean, Mother."

Nodding, she explained, "Yes, dreamed. I wasn't sure that I was to have one child or two, but I know that I dreamed of a male that so closely resembled you that it must have been a vision of the future."

Alexis smiled. "Fascinating. And my name? Was that in your dream, too?"

She nodded again. "Oh yes!" Her expression dimmed and she put a finger on her chin. "But I wasn't sure if the voice that whispered in my ear was telling me 'Alexis' or 'Infectious.' I guessed."

The both of them were treated to Anatolios snickering behind his hand, barely able to restrain his amusement.

The female waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, never mind him. What's with your scroll?"

Holding it out to her, Alexis explained, "It's civilization. All of your talk about right and wrong, about how to run a kingdom and lead your subjects, all of that and more is in there."

Eyes wide with excitement, she took it from him and opened it. Her mouth opened in silent amazement at what she saw: an ever-shifting assortment of notes and drawings, detailing the best designs for architectural projects and governmental policies, each bit of ink changing into another sketch or memo, the changes happening continuously.

"Incredible..." Euanthe gasped.

"Indeed," agreed Anatolios. He'd come behind them to peer down at the scroll, equally impressed with what he saw. More important than the minor magic that caused the parchment to dance with variety, though, was the impact that Alexis could have on the Sun God's plans for a future kingdom. His ideas would be able to more rapidly and precisely shape the coming society, creating a finely-honed and expertly-built state.

"As god of justice, law, order, and civilization," Alexis explained, "I've quite a few ideas, as you can see." He held himself up, chest puffed out. "Justice shapes law, law creates order, and order founds civilization. Each of these is invaluable to the others, and builds upon each other."

"Speaking of building upon things..." the dragon smoothly interrupted. He directed his son's gaze toward the still-struggling bovine. "Would you care to assist me in an undertaking of my own? I have some grand designs that I simply must see realized."

---

A long time ago...

It was late in the afternoon when Alexis put the final piece of his project into place.

In front of him, floating at eye level and resembling a tiny sun, was the result of a great many years of careful planning and even more careful application. It was, put simply, a vast collection of his own thoughts: his mind.

When his father had explained his wish to create intelligent life and ignite a society of followers, he'd asked the kangaroo if he had any ideas on how to proceed with granting the experimented-upon bovine the mental faculties to lead the new civilization.

At first, Alexis had been more than a little eager to start, but over the decades he'd been forced time and again to reconsider his own plans. He'd originally thought about focusing his godly magic into perhaps a lightning bolt and striking the bovine in the head with it, but that ultimately had seemed too outrageous and counter-productive a move to employ.

He'd then considered using a mind-enhancing nutrient, such as a drink or food. That had likewise been scrapped when he realized that such a thing would have to be too closely guarded in all likelihood, and that it would possibly create unwanted dependence from the populace upon it, sparking friction between gods and subjects.

Outright giving a chunk of his own mind was an extreme measure to which he absolutely did not want to resort.

In the end, he'd decided to develop his plans in his mind, as much as possible, and when he was sure that they were at the height of their realization, he would draw them out from within his very mind in the form of a tiny spark, much resembling the core of a flame. He'd at first been nervous about performing such an act, because it carried with it the risk of losing his own memories or a portion of his sentience.

But the more he'd done it, the more it became apparent that he wasn't so much removing the thoughts from his mind as he was replicating them. He was still able to recall his ideas, even after detaching the spark. Everything was proceeding smoothly, and he performed the act hundreds of times, until he had a finely-tuned moral compass and the advanced workings of society brought together as a flaming, apple-sized burst of divine energy.

And he was finally ready to complete the project!

...Of course, there was a final problem beyond that last step: what to do for all the other future subjects.

Creating the sphere of sentience hadn't been quick or easy, and there was little point in repeating the process countless times until there were enough beings to both run a society and sustain it through reproduction. It was simply too demanding.

No, Alexis and his ilk needed a faster process that produced equivalent results.He scratched his chin thoughtfully. Anatolios had been able to mold the bovine's body without much trouble whatsoever, so it stood to reason that they would be capable of copying the feat with other life-forms...perhaps even sentient ones.

Such plans were better off employed later, however. At the moment, he had intelligence to bestow.

---

Anatolios had yet again altered the bovine, which Euanthe had taken to calling Nikephoros.

Currently, he resembled his maker, standing on two legs and possessing hands where his front hooves would have been. He had a well-muscled physique and was, even flaccid, wonderfully endowed.

As Alexis approached, the sphere in one hand, the dragon and red panda watched with bated breath. The female was hoping against hope that things went off without a hitch; the male cursing himself for not modifying the creature further so that it could withstand the gift it was about to receive.

Sweat beaded the divine kangaroo's brow as he pressed the sphere to Nikephoros's forehead ---

Blinding white light engulfed them, only for a half-second, and when it had gone, the bull shifted on his hooves. He held his head in his hands, groaning as if he had developed a slight headache.

"I think," he said in a steady, deep voice, "that I need a rest after all these experiments."

Euanthe squealed with joy and wrapped her arms around Nikephoros's waist. Alexis and Anatolios both breathed a huge sigh of relief; the bull's brains hadn't been turned to mush and his body into...well, worse.

It was then that the Sun God voiced Alexis's concerns.

"Since we've finally cleared this hurdle, let's move things forward. I can set about adjusting the wildlife while you recreate that sphere. We should be able to raise a kingdom's worth of followers in no more than several weeks, even if some of them are no more than newborns."

The God of Law coughed. "Er, Father, that's not practical."

"What do you mean?" the dragon asked, eyes narrowing.

"It's simply too much effort expended on a single being at a time," his son explained. "We need to come up with a more expedient method of creating intelligent life."

"Damn," the dragon growled. "Then how are we to establish a society without laboring for ages?"

Other than Alexis's proposal of finding sentient life and changing it as needed, none of them had been able to formulate a sound idea.

But later that night, as Euanthe lay next to her mate, she found she could not sleep. Pressed snugly against the dragon's side, the smaller female was wide awake. She could just make out whispers coming to her from nowhere in spite of her lover's rumbling snores.

None of the voices belonged to anyone else on the island, and there were too many for it to be coming from her unborn child. The more she listened, the more she was convinced that she wasn't hearing spirits or hallucinations or pranksters: she was hearing beings from beyond.

Beings that can help us! she decided. Whoever and whatever these things are, I can sense that they are the answer to our problems! Whatever it takes, however long it takes, I must find these beings and bring them here!

Slowly, the voices still whispering to her, she drifted off to sleep, schemes dancing in her head...

---

Ten years ago...

"But where are they coming from?" Anatolios pressed his mate. "Perhaps these phantoms can help, yes, but we must find them first." He waved a hand at the sky. "I've looked so far into the stars that I've seen all the worlds around this sun, and all for nothing. I can find no life out there to further our cause. Similarly, my flights around the world have proven useless."

Euanthe gestured helplessly. "I wish I knew. I'm not even sure any of them are doing it on purpose; a lot of what I've been hearing gives me the impression that not one of these beings are even aware that I can overhear them."

The dragon took another bite of his fruit, gazing out at the ocean. They'd picked the mountaintop as the ideal location for lunch today, and Euanthe certainly felt they were making progress.

"What kinds of things were they saying?" he asked.

She paused to recall. "Things like 'How can a man turn into a beast?' and 'I really like that dress on you' and 'Katherine should mind her tongue unless she wants to be called a witch' and a million other things."

He didn't reply immediately, taking everything into consideration. "I'll agree that they don't know you are hearing them. But we need to make an active attempt to contact these creatures. That one who said a 'man' turns into a beast? It has put an idea into my head."

"Eh? What do you mean?"

Anatolios chuckled. "We've been morphing a beast into a markedly different form and bestowing it with sentience, but what if the answer we're looking for is the alternative, turning a sentient being into one suited for this world? Alexis proposed this very notion some time ago. If these strange creatures are already intelligent, then all we need do is modify their bodies. Perhaps not even that much. At the very least, we must bring them here."

The Love Goddess's eyes lit up. "Yes! I get it now! What we should also do is find anyone who is keen to become a beast. There has to be a lot of them, don't you think?"

He nodded. "More and more, our plans are coming to realization." He finished off the fruit, licking the juices from his claws. "Let's see how Alexis and Nikephoros are coming along with that city they were babbling on about."

---

"Forgive me, sire," the huge bull said, bowing sheepishly, "but I had so many ideas for how to decorate the site, how to carve reliefs into the stones at the temple's front, that it took much of our time away." He waved a hand at the other blocks. "I've only just completed the third block here. I thought one stone per god, and four is a good and balanced number."

The Sun God glanced at his still-pregnant mate. "Yes, and if the fourth would mind coming out, we could perhaps use his or her help in moving matters along."

Without warning, the red panda's swollen belly became covered in flames. The others leapt back in shock and horror, which quickly turned into confusion as it flowed away from her body. Even as it took on the shape of a massive lion, swinging its head from side to side and snarling its fury, Euanthe's size was reduced again, and she was restored her original self.

As the flames died down, the newest of the deities stood there, all but basking in the attention.

"Behold the glory! And I see I've made quite the impression," the lion chuckled. "But now that I'm here, perhaps you'll get something accomplish."

"My, my," Alexis said wryly. "Is that a note of pride I detect? One would almost think you arrogant: arriving late to the party and suggesting your presence will vastly advance things."

The lion snorted. "Arrogant, no. But proud, yes." He paused to stand a bit straighter. "Perhaps when you've the strength to match mine, I'll spend some time being arrogant. Deal?"

Alexis chortled. "My strength is in my mind, friend. My thoughts are my greatest power."

"My name is Alkaios, thank you, and as for the power of thoughts---"

"My lords, please!" Nikephoros interrupted, gesturing in a placating manner. "There's nothing to fight about: each of you represents an important virtue, and you'll each be appropriately honored once civilization has taken root here. We have the groundwork laid already, and all we need are subjects."

Alkaios crossed his arms. "They'll need to be strong subjects," he grunted.

"Can't you leave it be?" Alexis frowned.

"I know what you have been up to, transforming a simple beast into a brilliant leader," the heavenly feline retorted, indicating the bull. "But beings from beyond? You don't even know what they look like, or how they may react to the changes you intend. I may be the God of War, but even I am aware of how valuable a strong body is. Without the strength to withstand your experiments, they'll wither away."

Nobody spoke for a moment, and then Anatolios said, "Now that we've stopped behaving as if we were children, let's return to the matter at hand. Euanthe hears the voices, and perhaps will hear them better or see them or whatever now that she no longer has to carry Alkaios around. While she's trying to perceive them, you three can more speedily complete the beginning of this city. Sound fair?"

They all nodded, and got to work.

Euanthe was deep in the jungle while the males toiled, sitting cross-legged on the ground. She kept her breathing even and her eyes closed, focusing as much as possible on the mysterious voices. It was difficult to keep ideas of what they might be like from forming, especially because her status as a romantic deity meant constantly envisioning pairings and seeing others in different lights (usually ones that made them more attractive).

And yet, the more she tried, the more she felt herself move closer towards a solution. She could begin to make out strange sights and shapes in the darkness of her closed lids: a vision was coming to her!

Just a little more! Don't lose it! she told herself, focusing even harder.

Abruptly, everything snapped into perfect clarity.

She found herself staring at herself, and yet, it wasn't her own face she was seeing. Confused, she stepped back, and got a full view: a young and slender female, with dark hair reaching down to her waist but no fur, stood in front of a full-body mirror in a small bedroom. Her tanned complexion was something Euanthe found incredibly fascinating, having never seen bare flesh before, but what drew even more interest was what she saw in the bed behind her.

It was a costume, one to cover the entire body, made of artificial fur. It was of a mouse, with large, round ears and a pronounced nose and whiskers. The tail was kept short, presumably to avoid becoming entangled or snagging onto another object.

The Goddess of Love was snapped out of her appraisal when the girl went to her bed and held up the garment. She examined it for a moment, pride at her handiwork glistening in her eyes, before pulling it to her chest, her grip tightening.

"Why can't I just be like this?" she asked no one, and Euanthe almost responded before remembering she was just barely there, and thus would not be heard well, if at all. "Why can't I just wake up and be a mouse?" She paused, and even though her back was to Euanthe, the divine mother could tell the girl was crying. "...Why can't I be the real me?"

In spite of the pity she felt, thrills raced through the red panda. Here, right in front of her, was the perfect subject! A ready and willing female who wanted more than anything to be like the goddess and her fellows.

I must tell the others! she thought. She didn't want to just leave the girl, but had to.

Silently wishing the wannabe mouse well, she receded her presence until she was back on the island. The sun was almost down completely, surprising her with just how much time she'd spent on her spiritual journey. This presented a new problem: if too much time passed, then either the mindset that created people such as the aspiring mouse would die out or --- she barely dared think it --- her kind would change on their own, and there would be nothing to embrace and they'd turn on the gods for abducting them.

We'll have to act quickly now, she decided. Anatolios will have to help me secure a pathway through which the beings can be shipped. Alkaios will need to make sure any beings we bring over can survive the travel and transformation. Alexis can make sure we pick law-abiding subjects. Yes, this is all coming together.

She hurried off to tell the others.

---

Anatolios's tail carved another deep groove into the earth.

"I can't search the stars again!" he growled, his posterior appendage thrashing about. "It took me ages just to learn that our solar system and the nearby ones were devoid of meaningful life! How am I to find these people again quickly enough that we don't miss our window of opportunity?"

"Because I can find them quickly," Euanthe assured him. "I can connect to them again, just as I did before, and then we can proceed."

"And Alkaios will inspect them to make sure they survive, after Alexis has picked out the fittest for our plucking." He sighed. "Yes, I suppose it does make sense, but that we must act so quickly is deeply unnerving. All of our planning is brushed aside and we are forced to sacrifice our precise scheming and risk disaster! I can't begin to describe how infuriating this narrow timeframe is!"

"Perhaps," Nikephoros spoke up, "a boost in power will help? It took Lady Euanthe a good deal of strength to find just that one person. I would hazard that, if loaned a bit of power, she could more rapidly locate these types of beings and we wouldn't be under such pressure."

"While we've certainly got might, we will each need all that we have for our own tasks," Alkaios pointed out. "From where would this donation come?"

"Isn't it obvious, brother?" Alexis asked. "Nikephoros wishes to give his own power to Mother that she may be more able to accomplish her role."

"All that I possess is yours to make use of, my lady," the massive bull offered, bowing to the smaller being.

"But -- but surely it can't be the only source for extra energy," Euanthe said. "What will happen should you be drained completely?"

He shrugged. "I do not know, and I find it hard to care. I was created that you may build a kingdom, and while I would absolutely love to see that kingdom and even be its leader under your auspices, I accept that I may have to surrender my life to bring about its creation. A tragedy, but what choice is there?"

"...But...but..." the goddess weakly forced out.

Having spent so many years with Nikephoros, she'd grown to think of his as her own son, and could hardly bear the thought of seeing him go.

As she teared up, afraid to lose him, Alexis put a hand on her shoulder.

"There is the fact that, as we are gods, our followers will offer us prayers and sacrifices and whatnot. It stands to reason that we shall gain enough power to restore him. He is, after all, immortal; draining him of enough energy to render him inert should not kill him."

Sniffling, the red panda nodded, still not feeling completely confident. "But...but what if it doesn't work and he stays inert forever?"

"It will work, Mother," the kangaroo insisted. "No matter what, it will work."

And so they drained him. His skin and fur turned hard and pale, becoming stone, unchanging and unyielding. His face, before so full of a range of emotions, was now impassive. After they were done and their powers bolstered, they stood him at the base of the temple, posing him in an assertive manner. Alkaios gifted him with an impressive trident and Anatolios, citing the need for "masculine dignity," gave him a hefty erection. Alkaios absentmindedly waved a hand at the last block, carving a tribute to himself into its sides.

Insisting that she needed to set up a grand prayer chamber, Euanthe teleported to the central mountain's cave. She and Anatolios had spent countless days and nights there, either having sex or just talking about all manner of things. It was more than large enough that it would perfectly serve to allow a score of mortals the chance to offer their prayers and more to their gods. She was crying openly at that point, tears soaking into her fur as they streamed down her cheeks despite her tightly-closed eyes. She spun around as if dancing, arms swinging as she splashed magic all over the cavern. The walls, floor, and ceiling were immediately and radically transformed, the last being graced with a solar blessing to remind the faithful of their omnipotent lord. She set small stone blocks about so followers could place themselves evenly; collection bowls in the back for incense, food, and fluids; and a gold frieze decorated with precious jewels, the only images which it bore being a broad array of animal-people.

We'll take our places in the frieze, she thought. Conserve our power to better accomplish our mission. Offerings will bring us back, as strong as ever, and we'll get Nikephoros out of his stone prison.

And so they did, each melding with the massive gold sheet and growing still physically while their minds blazed intensely, their spirits reaching out to complete their work.

Euanthe led the way, Anatolios right behind her as he cemented pathways not just between but through stars, opening and passing through portals into universes so near and yet so distant. She felt her way along, letting her heart guide her as it had before, and soon enough, they were in the presence of another human, one just like Euanthe had discovered before. Both the red panda and Alexis (the latter via telepathy) used the emotions and mindsets of this human to sound out dozens of candidates.

Their hopes, fears, loves, hates, dreams, and more were laid bare to the gods. Alkaios judged each one, discarding many and arguing with Alexis the more he did so. Anatolios backed the lion, stating that he only wanted the strong, while Euanthe sided with the kangaroo, both insisting that a balance had to be maintained lest they end up with too few to kickstart things back on the island.

In the end, they'd whittled their chosen down to eight, four boys and four girls. Euanthe's eyes lit up, seeing the almost-blinding potential for the group to mingle and mate; Alexis liked that each side had an equal number, and loved that they'd managed to get nothing but morally-admirable youths, who could contribute to society for years to come; Alkaios was satisfied that each would survive the journey and transformation; and Anatolios took a liking to a reliable (if mildly ruthless) boy.

And the youths were pulled from their homes when they went to bed, each one sliding along interstellar roads while dreaming, kept under the whole time. As they slumbered, subtle changes were made to their bodies, the bases for their transformations set into place; they'd morph once they were planetside, changing progressively into their favorite beasts but keeping their human intellect.

---

Present...

Beth had still been trying to work up the courage to find her friends again -- to ask for help, plead for mercy, or beg for them to end the nightmare -- when a smiling animal-woman sashayed out of the trees, strolling straight for her.

"Oh you poor thing," she said, meeting the shark-girl's panicked eyes. "If that python had only walked a bit faster, perhaps I'd have caught you at a better time. But all the same, I'm here now, so---"

"Please! Help me!" Beth was afraid---terrified, even---of what she might do to someone if she lost control, but she was desperate, and this strange woman could possibly be her way out of this living hell. "I attacked my friend! She was swimming and I was in the water and I couldn't control myself and there was so much blood---"

The other female pressed a finger to Beth's lips---and suddenly, all her fear and frayed nerves and battered state of mind went away. She was almost relaxed! Just what sort of being was this creature?

Letting her finger fall away, the red panda smiled, a gesture that strangely inspired comfort in the younger female. "My name is Euanthe," she introduced herself, "goddess of love and queen of the gods. I know you're been confused and scared from all that's been happening, but I give you my word that everything is all right. You're safe, sound, and, most importantly, love is with you."

The tiger shark blinked, confused. "You mean you?"

The goddess giggled. "No, sorry, not me. I've watched over you all, the same as my mate and sons have, and I know everything about you. You've been longing for someone smart and mature, someone who's assertive and confident but respectful. You've felt pangs in your heart on those rare times when you were genuinely worried that you'd have to sacrifice a part of your identity, your furry side, to be with someone, because you were afraid that you wouldn't find true love any other way." She paused to smile. "But you found yourself here, not among mere friends, but among family, a family that possesses the greatest love for you."

The warm, gentle look in her eyes. The softness of her voice. The incredible and open friendliness. Beth was melting on the inside under the goddess's amiable assault. Unable to restrain herself, she dropped to her hands and knees, hugging the ground, her head bowed.

"Thank you, Lady Euanthe," she groveled, tears of gratitude at the holy beast's care dripping from her eyes. "I'll do anything you want to repay you. Anything!"

"Your dorsal fin looks so cute when you bow down like that," the red panda tittered. Lowering to one knee, the Goddess of Love cupped Beth's cheek, raising her eyes until they met. "I'm not guiding your heart because I want you to return some silly favor: I'm helping you because I truly believe in the joys created by love and being in a loving relationship. I told you that I knew you completely, and I know without the slightest doubt that after your consumation, you'll be so happy that you'll voluntarily swear fealty to the gods. You'll consistently, almost constantly, visit the cavern to give us your prayers and your body." She pulled away, ignoring Beth's whimper of protest, and spread her arms invitingly. "Now, why don't we see to your new mate? He's waiting for you."

Pushing aside her worries, Beth stood up, embracing Euanthe around the waist and practically crushing their breasts against each other, earning a mischievous grin from the romantic deity.

And suddenly, the grotto vanished: they'd instantly teleported halfway across the island to appear in a spotless cliffside cavern, right in front of a massive golden frieze decorated with absolutely fabulous-looking jewels.

As Beth looked at the frieze in amazement, Euanthe explained, "The place of worship I created for the people of this island. It was unused since ten years, but Anatolios, my mate, spruced it up after his chosen one, Joey, freed us with a substantial offering."

Beth snapped out of her wonder-laden daze. "Joey?"

"Mm, yes," the red panda nodded. She pointed off to the side, towards the cavern's entrance, where Beth hadn't looked.

And what the tiger shark saw made her eyes go wide and her jaw drop: against the breathtaking backdrop of the island's jungle and ocean at sunset, a huge golden dragon was on all fours, towering over the smaller reptile beneath him. The submissive python was in a lustful daze, his head bobbing automatically and his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he took thrust after thrust up the ass, the heavy coating of dragon cum lubricating it so that the wicked-looking cock was smoothly gobbled up.

"Oh my god..." Beth whispered, unable to look away.

Perhaps it was the Love Goddess's influence, or perhaps it was the heady mixture of sweat, cum, and male musk, or perhaps it was even her own perversion, but she was growing more and more aroused. Her nether-lips throbbed and her clit ached, her feminine juices slickening her inner thighs.

"Beth?"

Even though her human ears had fallen off, the "pinholes" on either side of her head could hear perfectly fine. She turned around, her back to the single-minded passions of Joey and Anatolios, and found herself meeting the gaze of an orca. His smooth ivory-and-ebony flesh, his moderate fitness, and his telling eyes made it clear who he was.

"Dan!"

He approached her, stopping only a foot away, and this close, she could tell just how ready to blow he was.

"I just," he began, but the words left him, and it took a moment to start again. "I don't know what to say. Euanthe told me a bunch of stuff, and said to wait here while she got you, and I just..."

"I don't care," she replied. "I don't fucking care."

He took the cue, taking hold of her and smashing their lips together, immediately going for the French. Beth readily caved to his desires, her own rocketing upwards. She reached for his crotch, having no trouble finding the eight-inch, burning-hot pink penis. She'd missed it before because it had been hidden inside Dan's new genital slit, but with their hunger ignited, it had leapt out for its share of attention.

Without warning, Beth pulled away from her cetacean paramour. She put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip, lifting her leg up over the opposite hip. Picking up on what she was planning, Dan grabbed her by the ass, briefly relishing the incredible feel of a female's posterior before swiftly lifting her up and impaling her.

And by the gods did it feel amazing.

Beth's pussy was boiling hot, and for a second the orca thought he'd actually be hurt. His fear was brushed aside, however, when he started bouncing her. The heat of her sex spurred him on more and more, the squeaking of their aquatic skin and the squelching noises created by their combined fluids driving him to higher levels of carnal delight.

And then there was the tightness... Oh gods above, the tightness!

While his dick was entering and exiting quickly enough (and faster and faster, at that), it felt like Beth's slit was trying to flatten him. But at the same time, the impossibly-restrictive entrance had the perfect grasp of him, providing him with an indescribably intimate feel of her vaginal walls. It felt like his cock was disintegrating from the endless ecstasy!

For Beth, having a scorching (and thick and lengthy) phallus pierce her most private of parts was a mind-blowing sensation. She felt her senses go blank for a fraction of a section, her mind stilling and her breath hitching. As time resumed and her functions returned to normal, it hit her that she really, truly had a huge prick shoved into her cunt.

Heaven help her, she never wanted that feeling to stop.

Dan bounced her more and more fiercely, sending her spiraling to new planes of pleasure. Her tits, already large for a girl her age, gained the illusion of doubling in size as the snapped up and down in a blur. Beth could barely catch her breath as wave after wave of bodily bliss crashed into her.

Abruptly, the male bit her breast. He didn't do it hard enough to break the skin, but the suddenness and the sparks of felicity his tongue brought to her nipple sent her over the edge.

Beth went rigid, arching her back and pressing herself against Dan. Her pussy clenched his cock like a steel vice, which surprisingly only served to make inseminating her easier due to holding him in prime position.

Thick marine jizz filled her, and Beth slowly relaxed as the warmth penetrated her every fiber. She felt as though she'd gained an entire pound, crammed full as she was.

Dan's knees gave out, dropping the pair of lovers down, and then again when he fell onto his back.

They only had a moment to breathe heavily and blink away the stars from their climaxes before Euanthe sauntered over, a lecherous grin on her face. She squatted next to them, eyes glinting as she spoke.

"I told you that love was here for you," she told Beth. "I told you much, and much of it has come true."

The transformed teen immediately knew what she had to---no, what she wanted to do.

"All for you, my queen," she pledged, still gasping for air. "I offer my passion juices to you, Lady Euanthe. I swear myself to you and the gods. I am your loyal servant."

The red panda smiled. "Thank you very much, my child, but I think---" She paused and held out a hand, fingers spread. Reacting to her magic, the puddle of feminine honey and masculine milk snaked up into the air and towards the goddess. She opened wide and the gravity-defying stream flowed into her mouth and down her throat, accompanied by lewd gulping sounds.

When all the splatter had gone (Dan's thick cock plugged Beth's pussy well enough to keep anymore from leaking), Euanthe licked her lips with a satisfied smack. "---I'll simply take a small portion for myself. You'll need to hold onto the rest if you're to have lots of offspring."

"Off...offspring?" Beth blinked.

Smiling, Euanthe casually replied, "Oh, no need to worry; you won't have a bunch of pups eating each other inside your womb."

Before the younger female could process that, the supreme romance expert placed a hand on each teen's shoulder---

---and a blast of pure vitality ripped through them. Suddenly they were no longer tuckered out from a passionate rut: now they felt as super-charged as dynamos. Beth's legs started quivering, as if trying to kickstart her hips into nonstop rocking. Dan's dick was so hot it felt like it had been replaced with a white-hot spear, and so hard that it might as well have been steel. His balls felt as though they were bursting with lava.

And for both of them there was the need, the all-consuming fire of brain-melting lust. A fever had enveloped their bodies, concentrating on their loins, constantly ratcheting up the need for wild, frenzied fucking. For Beth, her eyes kept blurring in time with a rhythmic pounding in her head, a drum-like thumping that drove her to pant and moan, running her hands hungrily over Dan's sleek body. For Dan, his skin was itchy and burning hot, as if someone had poured heated liquid latex all over him, his muscles twitching with a craving for passionate frolicking.

Before either of them could go at it madly again, Euanthe yanked Beth off her black-and-white lover. Laying on her back, the red-furred goddess pulled the younger female on top of her, their bodies pressing firmly against each other. Touching her new mistress sent spikes of electricity through the shark, causing her to repeatedly shift and gasp.

Euanthe giggled again. "There's more coming, my child."

Dan managed to get to his knees, staring at the sex sandwich in front of him. Without his dick in the way anymore, the cum he'd loaded Beth with had begun to ooze out, giving her an irresistible creampie and frosting Euanthe's clit with a small dollop of thick white jizz. Equally enticing were the ladies' asses, perfectly shaped and with cute little sphincters just begging for a massive cock to plumb their depths.

"Come, my boy," the Goddess of Love whispered, her words easily reaching his earholes. "You can't say no to us. You can't say no to me. We both know you burn with desire for a magnificent pussy. Take mine; you will never forget it."

He wanted to---oh gods, how he wanted to! He reached out with a hand, but then pulled back, as if latching onto Beth's buttock would have injured him. "I..."

His eyes met the Queen of the Gods'.

"You will fill me," she said, and this time, her words held power to them. A tendril of erotic command slid into Dan's mind, and there was suddenly no doubt as to which hole he would fuck next.

He crawled over to the eager, dripping-wet pair. With both hands he took a firm hold of Beth's ass, the action causing her to moan wantonly, her asshole puckering cutely in anticipation of a merciless pounding and a veritable cup of thick orca cum to gush from her slit. Dan, though, had other ideas: while he certainly wanted to fuck her tail-hole, he instead slid his pulsing cock into Euanthe's snatch, the goddess adopting a pleased smile.

Dan had literally found Heaven on Earth.

His cock felt like it had instantaneously melted from raw, unbridled bliss. His mind took only a fraction of a second to deteriorate under the immense weight of sweet rapture.

Body moving on autopilot in a swift and mechanical fashion, Dan moved in and out of the red panda. Her tits were all but plastered to Beth's, who was groaning openly, eyes glazed over as drool ran freely from her lips. The slow-and-steady pace was picked up and it was only moments before Dan spilled himself into Euanthe, giving her a generous internal coating...

...But even as he felt his strength flicker, it returned in full force yet again, the ache disappearing entirely from his balls as they magically refilled.

"It's been such a long time since I've had a good rut," the Goddess of Love complained in a sultry tone. "Won't you have just one more go with me, my lovely young stud?"

---

"This is...this is highly unorthodox...and very messy---oooooohhhhh!"

Alexis's head rolled back, his eyes closing as Alex's head bobbed up and down his shaft slowly.

The beagle was pulling double duty: his cock was plunging in and out of Amanda's pussy while his mouth gave a sloppy blowjob to the God of Law. Pre-cum dribbled down the kangaroo's thighs and off the canine's lips while the softly-gasping flamingo lying on the jungle floor kneaded her own tits. Amanda's eyes were unfocused, the whole of her mind subsumed by the sweaty serenity of sex; it was astounding that she even had the strength to give herself a fondle.

Only a short while before, they'd been overcome by the need to get physical. The changes had happened rapidly after that, Alex's tail sprouting and Amanda's legs borderline armoring up. Neither of them had even paid attention when her beak formed, pushing her mouth outward and turning it a rotten shade of black before the skin peeled away like papery flakes to reveal a smooth, glassy hook shape.

When he'd pierced her sex, he'd sent the both of them into such a wondrous state of being that not even the sudden appearance of the marsupial fazed them. Making Amanda feel good made him feel good in return, and, being a good boy---er, dog---Alex wasn't about to stop making his new girlfriend and lover feel unappreciated. Plus, by giving head to the god, he was displaying submissive qualities that he was sure his new masters would applaud.

Masters...

The word alone sent shivers of joy through him. He'd always been helpful and faithful, and becoming a dog-man seemed to only amplify those traits. In any religion, being servile to the god or gods was a positive attribute. And Alex wanted very much for the gods to be proud of him. That meant singing their praises and obeying their desires. And boy oh boy, was he going to do that.

For Alexis, the experience was much the same: overwhelming. Unique to him, though, was confusion, conflict. He'd wanted to talk to the boy initially, out of curiousity over their names being so similar. In fact, he felt strangely flattered when he realized it, but had been barred from satisfying his interest due to the need to bring the youths to their world.

Now, he was equally barred from conversing with the lad. The beagle's mouth was amazing, simply amazing. His father had told him how good sex was, but aside from his friend, the bull Nikephoros, there had never really been anyone for him to experience it with (he certainly wasn't going to ask Alkaios for an intimate evening, because the lion would never shut up about it). But sex with one of his new faithful? They'd be much more courteous of the affair, and certainly much more gentle.

Alexis groaned again, his hips bucking and his slick member thrusting deeper into the former human's hot muzzle. The boy immediately responded, his tongue massaging the underside of the god's dick with alacrity. The roo could feel himself drawing closer, closer, closer to his first climax.

In the back of his mind, he knew it would hit him like an avalanche, and that a likely torrent of cum would fill Alex's gullet...but he just couldn't bring himself to bother warning his eager young paramour. The boy would find out soon enough, anyway.

On his knees below, Alex could feel something was about to happen. In his own loins he felt himself tighten, like a spring about to burst. His ministrations upon the god's malehood were calling forth a reaction, and, having gone through sex ed like everyone else, he knew exactly what kind of reaction he was eliciting.

And gods above, he wanted it.

Every part of him felt alive, electrified with sexual frenzy, and he felt sincerely happy. He was with a girl he loved; his new body felt better than his old one, as if he'd shed a mask that was covering his real face; and he was going to be looked after by actual gods instead of hollow scriptures. What was there for him to be upset about?

Amanda's legs suddenly seized tightly around his waist, her bird's feet interlocking. She arched her back and cried out fiercely, fingers savagely pressing into her feathered tits enough to hurt. Her pussy squeezed Alex's cock, holding him in place as he unleashed shot after shot of hot canine spunk.

At the same time, Alexis's own peak had been reached. His hands clamped down on the beagle's head, making sure he didn't pull away in the least. Not that he needed to: Alex opened his throat wide as he could just in time for Alexis's thick stream of god-seed. The ropes of ejaculate filled the dog's mouth utterly before gushing down his esophagus, plummeting into his stomach. Subconsciously, Alex gave the god a soft stroking of his balls, coaxing a few more squirts out.

The trio settled down, spreading themselves out on the ground, their heavy breathing filling the air, and Alexis thought to himself just how phenomenally sex could be. He'd have to engage in it more often.

---

Thick, lewd squelching noises filled the air at the jungle temple, punctuated only by the shuddering moans and gasps of the two smaller beings and the satisfied grunting of the larger one.

Meg and Charles had been at the ruins, looking for Beth, but couldn't put off the urge to have sex again. Charles had taken her roughly, their hearts pounding and their blood racing, bringing the changes on faster and faster. It was only mere minutes before their claws had finished curling, their tails were twitching, and their whiskers were glinting softly in the moonlight.

"Uuuuhhhhh, yeeessss!" Meg groaned, her claws digging into the carvings. While she'd been well and truly unnerved about turning into an animal-woman, she had gradually come around to the idea. Aside from the exhilarating and oh-so-gratifying sex, her bobcat form simply felt a million times more appropriate for her; she was actually comfortable with herself, instinctively knowing she wouldn't give a damn if someone visually judged her as she now was.

And she could guess as much was probably true for her mate. She definitely found him sexier than ever, his coat having an exotic pattern and his modest musculature appearing more subtle and inviting because of all the fur.

Mate. She loved the word. Husband and spouse were too stuffy and formal; she was all for the primal, the unabashed. She was proud of her mate and proud to be his mate.

While the clouded leopard she called hers was busy plowing her from behind, Meg heard a soft cracking noise, as if someone just off to the side was coming closer...

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" a deep, amused voice asked.

Their hairs standing on end, Charles and Meg immediately separated, backing away as fast as they could. Not twenty feet from them stood a huge anthropomorphic bull. His seven-foot, broad-shouldered form was as ripped as ripped could get, and Charles had the mounting feeling he sweated diesel fuel when working out. Just behind the bull, Charles could make out a trident planted firmly into the ground.

Trident? But that would mean...

"You're the bull statue," Meg said. "How the hell are you alive?"

The other didn't readily reply. His looked starward, inhaling and exhaling deeply for a minute, which only set the pair's nerves more on edge.

"My name is Nikephoros," he told them. "I am the chosen leader of this island's humble, gods-blessed society."

"Gods?" Charles asked. "There's no such things as gods, dude."

He realized, even before Nikephoros chuckled and smiled, just how dumb it was to say that when he was on some unknown island and transformed into a cat.

"I can assure you, the gods are very real. They remade me many years ago, and they found and brought you here, remaking you into your current designs. Very pleasing designs, I must admit; adds some variety to the previously-limited diversity here."

Just then, something hit Charles's nose, a pugent, heady aroma. He clapped his hands over his organ, but to no avail: the rich odor invaded his nostrils with frightening ease. It made him feel a bit unsteady and yet excited, a warmth spreading through him. At his side, Meg began to lick her lips, one hand tweaking a nipple while the other massaged her clit.

...And for the second time, Charles cursed himself for not noticing the humongous erection the bull wielded. This time no longer frozen in stone, it jerked and throbbed, large drops of pre-cum consistently dripping from it. The young clouded leopard could almost swear he saw steam rising from the massive phallus.

"Mmm, yes," Nikephoros grinned. "It's hard to resist such potent male musk. There were plenty of times that I was barely able to restrain myself from masturbating more than once, the smell was so intoxicating. I even was taken completely by the scent, overpowered, and so was driven to give myself head every now and then." His smile was as wide as it could get. "I'm actually rather proud to say that I swallowed almost every drop. The taste was delicious. Still, it was not particularly easy, and I'll likely envy that python, Joey, for being so flexible that he can easily fellate himself."

He paused, chuckling again, and took hold of his member. Even with a gentle grip, a gush of pre fell out, splattering on the ground---and sending the two mortals much, much farther along the path to complete sexual madness.

"Don't you want to see for yourselves?"

That was the straw that broke their backs.They closed the distance in a heartbeat, each taking a side of his gorgeous cock and licking and stroking it. Nikephoros laughed, apparently more amused by their slovenly eagerness than aroused (not that he could get any harder or hotter). He allowed them to pleasure his organ for a few minutes, instructing them to also suck his balls lest they be punished.

"I've an idea," he said abruptly. Gently, he pulled them away from his pulsing rod, ignoring their pleas and moans for more dick. "You have to use your asses, not your mouths, to get me off, little ones. But I'll make it a bit easier for you."

He laid down on his back on the temple steps, his cock sticking up into the air; a soft breeze blew more of its enthralling fragrance to Meg and Charles, making them drool.

"Now use your asses. Work together."

They raced over to him again, and again took up position on each side. Their backs were to him, and they squatted down and leaned back, their cheeks coming together at the mid-ring with a tantalizing squish. Moving in unison, they slid up and down, prouding a full-circle cock rubdown to the hunky minotaur.

And that brought them up to the present.

They'd been grinding and groaning for almost ten straight minutes, being driven madder and madder by the increasing scent of sex. The bobcat and clouded leopard each had their genitals coated liberally, a mixture of male pre-cum and female honey. The thick cock teased not just Charles's own dick and balls and Meg's pussy but also both of their assholes, causing them to pucker and unpucker in frustrated anticipation.

If Nikephoros didn't thoroughly violate their assholes, and soon, their heads would explode!

"Enough is enough," the bull declared.

Before either had a chance to react, he wrapped a large hand around each of their waists and began sliding them up and down his dick. The sensation of being used as mere strokers pushed Meg and Charles closer and closer to the edge, about to jump off!

Nikephoros snorted, gritting his teeth. His veins bulged atop of his sweat-slicked muscles, which only served to emphasize his fantastic physique. He could feel it roaring in his mind, the climax that would truly initiate these two adorable young lovers into their new lives.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Charles and Meg seized up. Their backs arched and their heads pitched back onto the other's shoulder, eyes screwed tightly shut and mouths wide. Their juicy, heavily-lubed asses crushed against each other: caught between them, Nikephoros's cockhead experienced, for a brief moment, the sensation of being flattened.

It was too much for the bull to handle. He exploded, loosing a howl of raw ecstasy into the night, a shockingly thick jet of cum erupting from his malehood. As a result of being so close together, the bobcat and clouded leopard had their asses and backs wholly plastered until it looked as if they'd been generously doused with white paint.

But not even their heads interlocking provided safety from the bull's seed. The blast hit their necks and both wrapped around the sides as well as filtered through the slight crevice in the middle. It was a bizarre white fountain effect. When the geyser of semen came back down, it drenched their faces and slipped down their throats.

Nikephoros let them fall to the dirt, his second and third spurts blanketing the female and then the male. Once he finished, he stood and watched them in silence, admiring his handiwork. No doubt Lady Euanthe would be immensely appreciative of what he'd done---

Hm? He noticed something shift ever-so-slightly, right in the middle of the two now-sleeping felines. Squinting, Nikephoros realized they were now holding hands. They must deeply love each other if they can accomplish even that simple act after all this.

Chuckling again, he raised his hands to the sky and said softly, "To the gods."

---

"You're late to everything, aren't you?" quipped Anatolios as Alkaios appeared in the mountain cavern.

"I could barely pry this one from me," the lion returned, patting the slumbering form of Kelly, whom he'd draped over his shoulder. "I really have to give her credit: she took every bit of passion I gave her and did not cry out for mercy. I could see an adamantine fire in her eyes while we rutted."

The Sun God laughed as he accompanied his son to the frieze, where the latter proceeded to hold Kelly over an offering bowl, letting the mixture of fluids the filled her snatch ooze out.

"You must feel more omnipotent than ever, Father," Alkaios commented. "You were the first to be freed and there has been much given by just that lone serpent in your name---"

"Ah," the golden dragon interrupted, "but remember, I divided much of his offering amongst the lot of us, which is why you all were loosed sooner than later. I made up much of that afterwards, admittedly; he's almost obsessed with taking it in the ass."

Alkaios chortled. "Slutty, isn't he? I'll have to borrow him sometime."

Behind them, tired breathing came, and they craned their heads to find an exhausted Nikephoros at the mouth of the cavern, a feline over each of his own shoulders. He stopped when he reached the two gods, carefully lowering his charges to the floor.

"My lords," he greeted before rising. "You must be feeling very refreshed after all the excitement."

"I'll say," Alkaios grunted. "Alexis hasn't shown up yet, but given his nature, he's probably embracing whole-heartedly the joys of sex. We all know how much he needed a good lay."

Nikephoros's ears drooped slightly. "A shame."

Anatolios snickered. "One would have thought you would have found your way into his arms, Nikephoros. You certainly were suggestive enough, always giving him a good look at your ass and complimenting him on his radiant his fur looked. Nothing about your feelings for him was subtle."

"Well, my lord, I would hardly say that," the bull responded. "I absolutely admire and respect Alexis, but I have never been in love with him."

"Appreciation of his splendid form?" Alkaios asked, finishing up his milking of Kelly.

"Yes, that would be a good way of saying it, but I certainly respected his feelings."

"Perhaps now that he's loosened up, you and he can finally explore each other's bodies and hearts," the God of the Sun suggested. He nodded to the felines. "I take it they gladly accepted us as their masters?"

The minotaur nodded. "Yes. They were completely worn out from my use of them, but they just barely managed to say 'Praise the gods' before we left the temple."

Anatolios nodded. "Good, good. They'll bless our names when they give birth, and then their children shall do the same. Things are coming along quite wonderfully."

Nikephoros's ear twitched, picking up on the sound of soft snoring. Looking to the side, he saw Euanthe, Beth, and Dan cuddled together, sleeping peacefully.

"Even as I took the python, she took them both," Anatolios explained. "She refreshed them several times, and while she was gifted with much, she left enough in the female to spawn a whole litter of pups. I would hardly be surprised if we have at least five more tiger sharks on the island soon."

Nikephoros smiled, his eyes dancing with delightful visions of the coming days, of families of furs walking around the temple, offering at the shrine, hunting in the jungle, fishing in the waters, and eating and telling stories around the campfires...

As the two gods extracted the large quantities of cum and honey from Charles and Meg, Nikephoros smiled, happier than he could ever recall being.

"Praise the gods," he said faintly.

The End