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Mark Haley cast off from the pier. His boat was a modest size, as he didn't feel like getting into a dick measuring contest with his peers. Mark was quite comfortable as it was and preferred to use his money to generate more wealth rather than just show off. Mark was on the tall side, but not overly built. He was thin but fitter than the average man. A slightly faded red cap covered Mark's dirty blond wavy hair. His face and arms had a slight tan to them, but his pale legs were visible below his shorts.

On the deck Mark's girlfriend, Jania Reilly, just finished dumping the ice into the large cooler. She was also tall for a woman, but still came up a few inches shorter than her boyfriend. Jania's tank top covered a modest chest and her shorts did little to hide the curves of her hips and rear. Her skin was pale, a side effect of her red hair, which she wore in a short bob cut. A pair of designer sunglasses finished off Jania's outfit for the day out on the sea.

Mark wrapped his arms around her waist and held her in a loose hug.

“Is there anything else before we set off?" He asked softly.

“No," Jania sighed and leaned back against him, “I'm just ready to spend some time out on the ocean away from everyone.

“Me too." Mark leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Mark crossed the deck to the wheel and started up the engine. He then gently cracked the throttle and eased out away from the dock. They had been spending the week with Mark's family, but they needed some time away from the passive aggressive pettiness that always ran wild at family get-togethers. As soon as they were out of the marina, Mark hit the throttle and they sped out onto the open water. They both smiled widely as the wind whipped around their bodies, cooling them off from the sun's summer heat.

They continued until the small beach town of Leosport was small and hazy in the background. Mark cut the engines and suddenly the only sounds were that of the ship in the water.

“Peace and quiet." Mark sighed but smiled.

Jania giggled and went to retrieve some drinks from the cooler. Beers were cracked open and the couple spread a towel on the deck. They relaxed, leaning back and just staring into the perfect blue sky.

“One of these summers, we should really just vacation alone." Jania said after a while.

They chuckled and enjoyed their beers. Neither one would say it, but both Mark and Jania felt so lucky to have found one another two years ago. They were so in sync with each other, it was like they had been together their entire lives.

As they laughed and smiled, they didn't notice the strange clouds quickly blowing in from the ocean, until they covered the sun. Mark was surprised, the weather was supposed to be clear all day. His mouth dropped when he saw the rolling clouds overhead. Jania whipped the sunglasses off her face and stared as well. The clouds had a wholly unnatural green tint to them and seemed to be moving far faster than they should have in the light breeze.

“Mark, are you seeing this?"

“How could I miss it? The clouds are green!" he stood up, eyes still fixed to the clouds.

“Do you think there was some kind of chemical spill out at sea? What could make them green?"

“I don't know, and I don't think I want to find out if it starts to rain. Let's get back before something happens." Mark dumped the rest of his beer overboard and hurried to the wheel.

Jania elected to chug what was left of her drink before joining her boyfriend at the controls. A flash of purple lightning flashed across the sky, making them both jump in surprise and shock before the deafening thunder rolled over them. Then like the floodgates were opened, rain poured down from the sky onto them.

“Ah damn it! Get below to the cabin!" Mark shouted over the storm.

Jania didn't need to be told twice as she opened the hatch and nearly threw herself down the steps. Mark followed after, stopping to close and batten down the hatch. Soaked from the unexpected rain, they entered the small cabin. The ship was being tossed by the rough waves, and they stumbled a bit.

“What do we do?" Jania asked nervously.

“We'll just have to wait out the storm down here." Mark said as he pulled some towels out of a cabinet. “It's safe and dry here, and we have the food we brought for lunch in the fridge. We'll be fine." Mark hoped he sounded convincing as he handed his girlfriend a towel.

Mark and Jania dried off as best they could. Since there were no spare clothes packed, it was all they could do. They cuddled together on the couch, towels wrapped around them as the storm outside raged. The small portholes were shuttered, so they didn't see what was happening outside the cabin. They didn't see a trio of purple lighting bolts converge on the ocean. Or realize the fact that the thunder clap never came. They had no view of the swirling blue glowing portal that opened off the port side of their ship. And although they felt an especially large wave toss their vessel, they didn't know it tossed the small ship through the portal.

“I've had to wait out a storm below decks before. The worst was in my dad's first boat. It was grungy and the whole thing stank of diesel and motor oil, not a nice cabin like this." Mark motioned with his hand to the surroundings.

“It's not so bad in here, kind of like an RV, apart from the rocking."

“Yeah…" Mark said as he held her close.

Suddenly everything changed. The rain stopped and the ocean grew calm. In less than a minute it felt no different than it had before the strange clouds showed up.

“Did, did it stop? Or is this like the eye of a hurricane?" Jania asked in a soft voice.

“I don't think it was a hurricane we were stuck in, but let's give it a moment before we go and check."

The tense seconds ticked by as they huddled together on the couch. The boat rocked gently, there was no sign of rain or any claps of thunder to hear. Growing bolder, Mark got up and headed to the hatch. Jania followed closely behind. Mark opened the hatch and blinked as the sunlight momentarily blinded him. The sky was blue and the sun was bright. The only sign of the storm at all were the puddles on the deck. Slowly he stepped out onto the deck of his ship, followed by Jania.

“That freaky storm vanished just like it appeared." She said as she looked up at the sky. “I can't even see any trace of those freaky green clouds."

“Yeah, I know." Mark said, more confused than anything.

He started to inspect the ship for any damage not knowing what else to say or do. Mark was then alerted by the loud gasp Jania let out. He quickly turned back to her.

“What is it?"

“I-I can't see Leosport!" Jania gasped out as she scanned the horizon.

“Shit…" Mark swore as he confirmed it with his own eyes. “We must have drifted farther out to sea."

“What do we do?"

“Calm down, we've got an almost full tank. I just need to figure out where we are and get a heading. As bad of a storm as it was, I'm sure we can still make it back to home waters."

He hurried to the controls of his ship. Mark switched on the GPS system and waited for it to connect and get a location. There was always a bit of time for the system to find the satellites, but as the seconds ticked by he slowly grew worried. The only thing on his screen was 'no signal'. Jania was no expert with navigation, but she realized something was wrong from the look on Mark's face.

“Mark? What is it?"

“I don't know. I can't get a signal on the GPS."

“What? Is it broken?"

“I don't know. Maybe? The storm could have broken something." Mark said as he tried switching the system off and back on.

“Holy fuck! What do we do now?" Jania was panicking.

“Hey, hey, calm down…" He wrapped his hands around her. “Relax, breathe. If it is busted, I still have the radio. I can try to reach the Coast Guard or something."

“R-right…" Jania tried to calm down.

Mark slowly released her and went to the radio. It crackled to life. He quickly adjusted the frequency and started to call for assistance, but there was no reply other than static.

“Oh no…it's broken too!" She turned and ran to the port side of the ship, certain she was going to throw up.

As she gripped the rail tightly feeling the bile rise, Jania spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She snapped her head towards it and stared off to the distance.

“Mark! I see something!"

He dropped the radio mic and rushed over to his girlfriend. He looked where she was pointing and saw something out on the horizon.

“What is it?" she asked in a whisper.

“I'm not sure." Mark whispered back.

He retrieved a pair of binoculars and set them on the unknown object and let out a relieved sigh “It looks like land."

“That can't be, there was nothing like that a moment ago, remember?"

“Yeah, I know." Mark lowered his binoculars, “But im not about to question it. Even if it's not Leosport, it's better than just floating out here with no way to call home."

“I guess." Jania said, still unsure. “Do you think we can make it there?"

“Yeah, I think so, as long as I take it steady we should have enough gas to get us there."

Mark hung the binoculars around his neck and headed back to the wheel. They both let out a sigh of relief as the engine roared to life. Mark pointed the boat towards the unknown land in the distance. He checked his heading every so often with the binoculars, and kept an eye on the fuel gauge. Their destination grew closer as time passed.

Getting a better look now that they were closer, it seemed to be an island. This puzzled Mark a bit. There were no islands of note anywhere close to Leosport. He also couldn't see any buildings, just trees. Still, it had to be better than just floating in the ocean waiting to be found. Jania paced back and forth on the deck. She just couldn't shake how the island seemed to pop out of nowhere.

They could see the strange island clearly now. It had sandy beaches that surrounded a thick stand of trees, blocking any further view inside. Mark pulled back on the throttle, unsure of any underwater hazards in unknown waters.

“Where the hell are we?" Jania asked, breaking the long silence between them.

“I have no idea." Mark replied as he scanned the shoreline.

He turned the ship, following the shoreline when he spotted something. Stone pillars were set out into the ocean, once a dock, the wooden planks had long since been lost to time and the sea. It was the first thing Mark had seen that they could pull up to. He carefully pulled up alongside the crumbling dock. Tossing a line around a stone pillar he moored his boat as securely as he could. Jania helped Mark to put the gangplank into place, allowing them to cross over to solid ground.

“Well, we're here, wherever here is." Mark said, looking around the area.

Jania pulled out her phone and quickly frowned. “No signal, why am I not surprised?"

Mark sighed. After the radio and GPS he wasn't surprised either. He saw stone steps, weather worn and eroded, but still there that led to what had once been a stone lined path. It was overgrown in places now, the stones cracked and shifted.

“Somebody must have lived here at some point, or else this wouldn't be here."

“True, but this looks ancient, like something out of a movie." Jania saw the path and felt a sudden bit of curiosity cutting through her concern and worry. “Still, maybe we should follow the path and see where it leads."

Mark's first instinct was to stay near the boat, but he felt almost a pull to follow the path.

“I guess we can. After all that tossing, I could use a walk on solid ground."

Mark reached out and took Jania's hand. They started down the long forgotten path into the forest. Other than the fading sound of the ocean waves, the buzzing of insects, and the calls of birds it was quiet. If the situation was different Jania would have enjoyed the walk. The forest ended in a clearing. The ruins of buildings filled the large open area, overgrown with weeds and small trees just getting their start. Little more than stone foundations remained of most buildings except for a large one in the center.

“It looks like some kind of temple out of a comic book." Mark said as they stared at the structure.

“Yeah, pretty cool actually, but where in the world are we?" Jania asked as she stared at the temple. “There is no way we were carried so far we stumbled upon an uncharted island."

“Nothing has been normal since those clouds blew in." Mark replied. “But, I feel like we should check it out."

Jania didn't want to admit she was almost feeling a pull towards the stone temple. Instead she just nodded and they made their way towards it. It was almost like a dream as they made their way to the temple gates. There must have at one time been doors, but the wood had long since rotted away to nothing.

“It looks kind of dark in there." Mark said, shaking his head.

“Relax, we have our phones," she pulled hers out and turned on the flashlight.

“Oh, right." he smiled sheepishly as he did the same thing.

It was cool inside the stone corridor. The walls were decorated with strange characters and depictions of what looked like lions walking upright. In fact, the lion motif was everywhere.

“So, this must be The Lion Temple then." Mark said as he paused to inspect a complex carving on a wall.

“Sure it is, Indy." Jania giggled before they continued on.

Mark scratched the back of his neck. As he did so he noticed things felt a bit scruffy back there, but just made a note to worry about it later.

Jania paused, illuminating a carving on the wall. She was intrigued by the lioness, depicted with what looked to be three pairs of breasts. She reached down and scratched at her thigh. Not satisfied scratching through the material of her shorts, she slipped her hands under. She felt a patch of hair and frowned.

I must have missed a patch while shaving. She thought as she pulled her shorts back down over the patch.

Mark ran his tongue over his teeth subconsciously as he inspected a carving of a roaring lion's head. He paused and wondered if his canines were sharper than he remembered, but when Jania called him over to see something he forgot about it.

It was strange, Jania should have been tired between the stress and then the walking, but instead she felt a vigor in her body. Like her body was ready to pounce into action. She felt stronger somehow, she even paused to do a pull-up on a door mantle.

“Show off." Mark joked and they both laughed.

“Sorry I'm just feeling, I don't know, good for some reason."

“Yeah me too." He proceeded to do a pull-up as well. Hopping back down he looked at his fingernails.

“Are you ok babe?"

“Oh, I'm fine, I just need to trim back these claws when we get back to the ship." he briefly showed his nails to her before they continued on.

The temple opened up into a wide atrium. Sunlight streamed down to light up the area. Jania and Mark turned off their lights and entered the area. There was a pool in the center and the sound of water flowing from some spring that filled the remarkably clean pool. Several feet back from the pool was a dais with a pair of large stone thrones. The backs were high, with one substantially higher than the other. They were both intricately carved with a lion motif. Jania felt a strange twitch, right at the base of her spine as she took in the thrones. Mark felt something similar and he reached around to gently rub the area.

“Wow…" Jania whispered.

“Yeah, I know."

“Mark, I have an idea." A smile crept across her face.

“I know that smile, what are you thinking?"

“No one would believe we ever found a place like this, so we should take some pictures."

“That makes sense, but why that smile?"

“Let's take some selfies on the thrones."

“Are you serious?"

“Oh come on, before the archaeologists get here and rope everything off, let's have some fun. Those things look like solid rock, we won't hurt them by taking a seat."

“Jania…"

She wasn't listening. Jania walked over to the larger throne and reached down, tapping the seat with her knuckles.

“Look, solid as a rock, unsurprisingly. Come on, a couple of quick pics, what could it hurt?"

Mark rolled his eyes, but he couldn't really argue. In fact, now that the idea was in his head, he felt the urge to take a seat, after all it was quite a walk from the beach.

“Ok," he moved to the other throne, “just a couple of pictures."

Jania's face lit up and she quickly sat down on the throne, letting out a large sigh as she rested on the cool stone. Mark did much the same. It felt good to get off his feet at the very least. Jania pulled out her phone again and held it at arm's length.

“Ok, smile!"

Jania snapped a few pictures of them both sitting on the throne from a few different angles, then pulled the phone back to get a good look at the pictures. Mark smiled and leaned back on the throne. It always made him feel good seeing Jania happy like that. As they rested, not feeling in a rush to move, A strange feeling started to creep over the couple.

Mark felt a strange sense of deja vu as he sat on the throne. Followed by a prickly sensation as every hair on his body stood up. Jania put her phone down and took a large deep breath. Something in the air was familiar, but she could not place it. Like it was on the very edge of her memory.

“What the…" Mark felt slightly dizzy, his vision blurring.

“Babe are you…o…k…" Jania swooned for a second and leaned back on the throne.

The both breathed heavily trying to get a hold of themselves, unsure what was happening all of a sudden.

Suddenly Mark felt compelled to place his hands on sides of the throne, gripping the armrest tightly.

“Jania! Something is wrong!"

“Ah!" She cried out as she did the same thing.

They both tried to get up from the throne , but it was like their legs refused to move. A sudden warmth enveloped them that had nothing to do with the warm summer sun. Jania felt her heart pound in her chest and her blood rushing like she was running a marathon. Her entire body twitched as she was forced to sit on the throne. Mark tried one final time to pull free from whatever was keeping him pinned in the throne, but failed.

Jania let out a groan as she suddenly felt like a hundred hands were massaging her body. The random twitching of her muscles shifted to a slow and steady pulse. As Jania looked down at her arm gripping the side of the throne, she could see her biceps growing bigger with every pulse. Strength was flowing into her body, but it was more than that. Jania felt a different kind of heat building inside of her body, and strange intrusive thoughts in her head.

Mark let out a moan as he felt something strange in his chest. His nipples were rock hard, sensitive, and he could swear they were growing larger. In fact, Mark's entire body was growing larger as his shorts and shirt were now unbearably tight. There was more muscle on his once thin frame, but he looked small compared to Jania now. Mark let out a cry of surprise as his widening hips tore through his shorts and underwear. There was a bit of relief to be found now that his throbbing erection was free, but a tension remained. Mark was feeling more than just aroused, it felt as though something was growing inside of him, just waiting to burst out.

Jania's tank top had ridden up as her shoulders widened and her torso grew longer. Rock hard abs were fully on display as tawny patches of fur started to grow to cover the exposed skin. Jania didn't even notice the fur growing all over her body in patches, as her attention was laser focused on her crotch. She could feel something growing down there, and it felt good. Her shorts were already tearing from her now massive sculpted thighs, and it didn't take much more to reduce them to shreds. She let out a sound halfway between a groan and a growl as her shorts gave way.

Even in her current state, Jania gasped at what she saw. There was no mistaking what was stretching her white panties to the breaking point even before they tore. The growth Jania had felt, it was a cock. It was right there, standing proud right above her moist slit. Something was churning inside her gut then started to move inside her body down to the base of Jania's new shaft. She let out another two gasps as a pair of balls pushed their way out of her body to fill the newly formed sack. Jania could feel them filling with seed as she watched them swell to match her cock. Because, not only did she have a cock now, it was hardly small, and was growing along with the rest of her body. Jania could see her point of view shifting as she gained more height. A quick glance to her side showed that despite Mark's own male enhancements, she was undoubtedly the better hung of the two of them.

Mark honestly didn't notice Jania's new equipment. He was too distracted by the swelling of his breasts. They filled out large and round, with big nipples clearly visible through the now overly tight t-shirt Mark was wearing. And the feeling as they pressed against the fabric of his shirt was sweet torture. Below the chest that now far exceeded his girlfriend's, he felt tiny pinpricks of pleasure. His head tilted back and he let out a mewling moan of pleasure. The pinpricks expanded, and as he tried to make sense of what it could be, Mark realized they felt just like his nipples had before his breast expansion and remembered the carving he had seen in the temple.

Jania didn't even flinch when her tank top snapped against her board chest. She was more focused on the tingling feeling on her scalp. Tawny fur was now covering most of both her and Mark's body from the neck down, but this felt oddly different, she could feel her red hair growing, but not just on the top of her head. Long red hair grew from the side of her face and even her neck and cascaded down to her shoulders. Her head was soon surrounded in what could only be called a mane. Bright and red, Jania shook it out, fluffing it up more.

Mark, on the other hand, had his dirty blond hair fall out, though it didn't leave behind a bare scalp, rather it was replaced with the same tawny fur that was covering his lower body. Mark's shirt was bulging out as two more pairs of breasts grew out from his chest. Although smaller than the original pair, it was far too much for the shirt to contain and it tore open down the front. All six fur covered orbs spilled out. Mark was moaning and crying out, but didn't notice the shift in the pitch of his voice. With his mouth open wide his now long sharp incisors were clearly visible.

Jania closed her eyes as she felt a pressure building in the front of her face. Her lips curled back showing off her own set of fangs, even larger and more intimidating than Mark's. She groaned and snarled as the pressure continued to build. Jania's voice deepened greatly, powered by a much larger set of lungs inside her chest. In the midst of everything Jania thought she heard a strong male voice.

“Almost done, a body fit for a king. Embrace my spirit and take your rightful place." The voice said as a tail grew out from her bottom.

Mark's fingernails became longer, stronger and sharper, and eventually retractable, even if for now they dug into the armrest of the stone throne. The inside of his hands were now covered in leathery pads, not that it mattered much given how tightly he gripped the armrests. Down below, Mark felt his feet turned paws tear through the old pair of sneakers he had been wearing. His foot claws, far larger than what tipped his fingers, flexed in and out as he kicked the remnants of his sneakers away. All of this was overshadowed by the feeling inside of his gut. Something new had grown inside of Mark, he felt it as his very internal organs rearranged themselves to make way for it.

He let out an overtly feminine cry as below his rock hard cock and heavy fury balls a pussy seemed to open up from his body. It was already wet and aching for attention as much as his cock was. Just as Mark's mind was registering the tingling sensations of the new organ a soft feminine voice seemed to whisper in his ears.

“Yes, you will make a fine queen for your mate. Let us stand by our king once more together." Mark now sported a tail of his own, with a small tuft of dirty blonde hair at the tip.

Mark and Jania tilted back their heads with their eyes closed tightly. Their ears grew larger and changed shape as they migrated up towards the top of their heads. The now large rounded ears twitched as they became mobile. The front of the couple's faces pushed out. Their noses grew large and dark as teeth lengthened and sharpened inside the newly formed muzzle. The tawny fur rapidly covered the transforming face.

Jania suddenly snapped her eyes open and jumped up from the throne; she threw back her large maned head and roared. Her call was answered by Mark, standing beside her he roared as well. Their calls echoed through the empty temple

After emptying her lungs, Jania turned to face Mark. Their now golden eyes locked as they stared at each other. Noses twitched as the scent of arousal was heavy in the air. Jania felt a primal urge rising up in him as he reached out and grabbed Mark tightly. Mark nearly swooned and wrapped her arms around her mate, rubbing her breasts up against the powerful body of the king. They nuzzled against each other, but the time for foreplay was long past.

Jania pulled her down to the stone floor of the temple. Mark quickly responded, spreading her legs wide and pleading for her lover with soft mewling sounds. Jania growled as he grabbed Mark by the ankles and folded the lioness into a mating press. His mate hardly complained, only growing more demanding in her cries. Jania thrust in deeply with his aching cock, and was rewarded just as much by Mark's cry as the sensation. Mark's mind was blown as her new sex was broken in. She reached out and pulled her lover in closer. Jania growled as he felt his lover's claws bite into his back, but that only encouraged the lion to pound harder and faster, to claim his mate fully.

Mark's back arched off the stone floor and her head was thrown back as her first female climax rocked through her body. She let out a roar of pleasure as her body fully embraced her new form and purpose. Mark's roar was drowned out by the mighty bellow of Jania as he emptied his balls for the first time into his mate. They laid on the cool stone floor of the temple cuddled together tightly as they caught their breath and basked in the afterglow.

Mark shifted and nuzzled against Jania's muzzle. “My King…" she purred.

“My Queen." He rumbled back.

They both smiled, neither one felt any regrets. Everything just felt so perfect like this.

“What do we do now?" Mark asked as she played with Jania's long mane.

“For starters, I think we've only satisfied half of our urges." Jania smiled as he reached down and stroked Mark's cock.

“Mmmm, I'm afraid it's not as impressive as yours."

“I don't care, I just want you." He kissed his mate deeply.

She returned the kiss eagerly and rolled onto her back, pulling Jania on top of her. He smiled down at his mate. Mark always did like it when Jania rode their cock, and there was no reason not to indulge his queen. Jania sat up on his knees and reached behind to grab his queen's stiff and ready cock. He lifted herself up and slowly sank down on the shaft. They both let out low growls of pleasure as Jania sank back down on the shaft.

Mark held her king tightly by the hips, guiding him up and down on her cock. Her eyes were locked on the powerful body of her mate, as if trying to memorize every last square inch of him. Jania allowed his queen to set the pace by pulling him down after each upstroke.

What could be more perfect than being able to enjoy my mate both ways? He thought with a smile.

Mark was growing more insistent, thrusting up with her hips as she roughly pulled her king down onto her cock. Jania matched the pace, feeling closer by the second. They climaxed almost simultaneously, their roars blending together into an echoing thunder through the long abandoned halls of the temple.

Jania rested straddling Mark, her cock still buried deep inside him. He gently caressed and played with all six of her lover's breasts and nipples, drawing soft purrs from Mark. Jania then looked around, the surroundings now having a deep familiar feeling to them.

“Mark?"

“Mmmm, yes love?"

“We may be the King and Queen, but we don't have much of a kingdom.

She smiled softly at her mate. “Not yet."

“Not yet?" Jania blinked then a smile spread across his muzzle. “We will just have to rebuild, find the lost islands and claim our subjects."

“Claim them like you claimed me?" Mark smirked.

Jania chuckled. “Perhaps."

***

Several days passed on the island. Jania and Mark, or Reilly and Haley as they decided to go by their surnames, had been busy, but their nights had made up for it. Given their much increased strength and endurance they were able to accomplish quite a lot. Guided by some vague memories gifted to them by the spirits of the last King and Queen, they had found some caches of supplies hidden on the island. They were now decked out in gold jewelry and glittering gems fitting for their royal stature, along with some improvised loincloths made from towels.

They both stood on the now restored dock looking at the ship. It had been fitted with a mast and sail adorned with their royal crest.

“Are you ready to go find our subjects?" Reilly asked as he turned to his mate.

“I believe so, yes." Haley gave his hand a squeeze.

“Good, because I need you to sail this ship." He chuckled.

“Hmmm, does that make me the captain or admiral of the royal fleet?" Haley giggled.

Reilly pulled her into a tight hug. “Whatever title you wish for, my queen." He leaned down and kissed his mate tenderly.

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Writing by Syntaxerror37

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