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Miguel and the group of soldiers had begun to sweat profusely in the thick jungle air as they continued to march through the sweltering South American jungle. Ever since they had broken away from the main legion of Conquistadors their focus had been on only one thing, gold. He and his men had come across a village during their defection and it led to the information on where a possible temple full of it was, then once they had gotten all the knowledge they could the soldiers made sure that no one else could glean the same before they left. Miguel could smell the valuable mineral in the air now as he walked calmly ahead of the group.

Miguel had been chosen as the de facto leader of the group not only because he had been the one to suggest the separation but out of all the soldiers he had the most experience. His figure was also impressive, at 6'2" his entire body was well muscled from the years that he had spent as a loyal soldier. He had his iron shield and curiass glinted brightly as a reminder of his ranking, a ranking that he had been as proud of as his skill with the round shield and sword that hung off him. But much like the reason his squad was there in the first place he had become enamored with the idea of enough gold to spend his life in luxury.

But his self-led expedition had its share of problems as well, one of them was the disappearance of one of their advanced scouts. Diego had volunteered with several others in order to try and steer the group in the right direction, but while the others had come back the young soldier had not. After they waited a day for Diego to come back Miguel ordered the rest of them to mount a search party at the first light of dawn. It wasn't for any concern of their fellow man that they tried to track the missing solder down either, but as they continued to walk whispers that their scout had found gold and abandoned them started to circulate. As much as the impromptu leader had quelled the rumors he heard he couldn't help but think them himself, especially as they heard two of his forward scouts yell out for him to come to them.

As soon as Miguel arrived at the same location as his scouts he immediately saw the reason he was called over. The two scouts were huddled over a small pile of gold coins, the glint of them shining off the light of the sun that streamed through the thick canopy. He knelt down as well and picked up one of the coins, examining it for a second before he put it in his belt. Before he could gather up the rest of the treasure though he felt a tap on his curiass and looked out to where his scout had pointed. Miguel's jaw nearly dropped to the ground when he saw several more coins go off deeper into the jungle.

“Go back and gather the rest of the men." Miguel nearly growled. “We've got a trail to follow."

A few hours later the band of Conquistadors moved faster through the jungle, every so often they stopped to pick up yet another golden coin. The trail was out in the open and easy enough lto follow, but no one thought about anything but where the trail might end. Some within the ranks whispered that Diego had found the stash of coins and had made off towards the coast with him, not knowing that he had a bag that leaked his treasure out. In either case now if Miguel or any of the other men in his squad found Diego they were going to be sure to give them a very 'warm' welcome.

The soldiers continue on and slowly the jungle began to transform into the ruins of an ancient civilization. It wasn't much, just a few vine choked walls and old masonry that had already showed advanced decay from time and the elements. Were it not for the continuous trail of gold coins they would have expanded out and searched the landscape, but instead the entire troop remained laser focused on the path at hand.

Finally the trail seemed to end in the only intact structure there seemed to be in the entire stretch of jungle. It was a small room for a temple, hardly enough for them all to fit, and with nothing in it save for a decent-sized hole in one corner. Miguel would have totally ignored the area were it not for the two golden coins that adorned it on either side of the hole. Once they had pocketed their latest findings Miguel ordered his two scouts to traverse down the abyss first, and with lit torches and long lengths of rope they went down.

For a few minutes the other soldiers waited anxiously as the flame of the torches grew dimmer and dimmer until they were nothing more than a pair of pin pricks of orange in an otherwise black expanse. For a while the others waited with baited breath until they heard shouts from those below to come down. Once they heard confirmation from the other two that it was alright the rest of the men started to descend as well. As soon as everyone was down Miguel lit his own torch and commanded the men forward.

As Miguel and the others started to move forward he couldn't help but look at the architecture of the building that they were about to enter into. Unlike the worked stone ravaged by the jungle the temple was in rather good condition, in fact though it was hardly pristine it appeared to have weathered much better underneath the ground. But such beauty mattered little to him, all that he could keep his focus on was the potential prizes of a greedy deserter and the pile of treasure that he had taken. All the other men also had the same singular focus as they worked their way down the grand hallway, then down a staircase, then another hallway, and another hallway… and another staircase…

Finally after what felt like hours the squad of soldiers stopped when they reached what appeared to be the pinnacle of the temple; it was a strange hall, comprised of stone that was a blackish material that seemed to absorb the light from the torches and give nothing back. Miguel felt as though he were surrounded by the void, a creepy feeling not helped by the fact he couldn't see more than a few feet in front of his face. All the soldiers began to draw into the strange hall, weapons drawn, and when the light from their flames was able to illuminate more of the room all they found was the statue of a giant statue of some humanoid creature that Miguel figured was one of the deities the savages worshipped. The statue was near the back with for smaller statues that looked like its guardians in front of it.

As they continued to search the area though one thing that slowly began to dawn on Miguel and his troops…

There was no Diego here…

And there definitely was no gold here either.

Miguel looked around as he heard the angry mutterings of his fellow soldiers, and though a stern look quieted most of them it didn't completely stop the whispers. What did cause everyone to suddenly fall silent was as they started to walk back towards the entranceway they witnessed the pitch black stones above it begin to melt and ooze down like tar. Before any of their brains could register the absurdness of the situation the black liquid stone formed a thick curtain that solidified as quickly as it had become liquid. The soldiers were stunned at the sudden obstruction, but that confusion turned to full blown panic as the statue in the center of the room began to move.

Everyone that was close to the statue suddenly backed away and their training instinctively took over. Those with muskets and crossbows aimed at the formerly inanimate object while those with swords and shields formed a blockade in front of them. Three men, however, had a completely different idea in mind and bolted straight for the blocked exit. One of them banged his fists in a furious panic while the other two tried to use the stocks of their crossbows to dislodge the stone as they cried out for help that wouldn't come. Miguel shouted at the scared men to get back into formation, but his orders fell on deaf ears as the statue turned slightly and seemed to look at it.

Suddenly the black material deformed once more, but instead of yielding against the blows of the three terrified men it seemed to suck them in. The rest of the soldiers watched with wide eyes as their fellow squadmates were pulled into the shimmering black liquid by an unseen force. In mere seconds the three disappeared into the wall, the obsidian liquid continued to ripple in their wake for a while longer before it too became still. Miguel was the first to recover from the surreal spectacle and tried to regain the focus of his men and to shore up their defenses, especially when the statue slowly turned back towards them again. The commander felt his stomach knot as he realized the dire nature of their situation, but he refused to let it show as he tightened his ranks to form a hardy defense should the creature or his sentinels attack.

But as Miguel continued to organize his men a shape reformed in the liquid wall and reached out towards them. It the unmistakable shape of the head and torso of one of the soldiers that had been sucked in, his rubber covered mouth open in a silent scream as his outstretched hand waved wildly in the air. Miguel demanded that no one break their ranks, but one of the soldiers on the end made a run past the statue and towards the trapped man. He lets out a valiant shout and drops his sword, reaching out his hand to grab the rubber-covered appendage to drag the human out to safety…

Except as soon as the would-be rescuer made contact with it the head of the trapped soldier began to distort and his skull quivered as it was pushed out into a feline shape. The thin veil of black material that had been over his mouth was sucked in as the transforming human's face pushed out into a muzzle, latex lips curled up into a bright grin. Before the other soldier can react a pair of big black latex paws clamped around his hand and wrist and began to drag him in. The ambushed man shouted for help as he tried to pull away, reaching back towards the rest of the squad for support.

As Miguel could feel the others start to move towards their comrade he commands them to stop and warns that any who attempt to help their foolish cohort will join him in the wall with a kick of his foot. They looked at each other as the soldier continued to kick and scream, but none of them moved a muscle to come to his aid. No sooner had Miguel issued his order then two more latex panthers stretched out from the wall and began to assist in pulling their struggling victim inside. By now thick black rubber had quickly cascaded over the human's flesh, spreading on his skin wherever the three touched as his armor seemed to dissolve away under the substance.

Soon the naked male human was dragged deep inside the wall and though the soldiers could see his mouth the latex that covered it completely muffled his cries as he struggled but by then his face had already started to deform and a huge latex cock jutted out between his legs. By now all four creatures were nearly halfway into the wall as the one that had trapped his prey in the first place positioned itself behind the humanoid figure. It wasn't a stretch for the seasoned soldiers to know what was happening as the rubber human began to twist and morph before their eyes, body shuddering and twisting as it gains a similar form to the other three. As the two rutting creatures began to rock back and forth a grinning panther had taken the place of the panicked human, and as the other two caressed and stroked their bodies the newly changed human was willingly pulled into the wall with the other three until once more the surface of the wall was nothing more than smooth stone.

The remaining humans stood there in shock and fear until a heavy growl snapped their attention back to their current danger, the statue that had now moved as fluidly as any of them. Miguel ordered everyone to keep a healthy distance away from the wall and shifted his whole sword line to a more open space in the room while they still faced the creature. The anguish of losing four men already hit him worse than any weapon, but he continued to keep his composure as he ordered his ranged fighters to aim right at the creature's head. Everyone's guns and crossbows went up at the same time, and once he was sure they all had a bead on the former statue he ordered all of them to fire.

But as the seconds passed and no weapons discharged Miguel realized his situation had gone from bad to worse. When he looked to his firing line everyone seemed frozen in their stance, as though they had become the statues now instead of the giant panther creature. He marched over to one of his musketeers and shouted directly in his ear to fire, but when nothing happened once again he looked at his face and felt his jaw drop slightly. The pupils of his man, as well as the rest of those that had made the mistake of looking directly into the creature's swirling multi-hued eyes as they aimed, had begun to dissolve and glow in a similar fashion. Faced with such a dire problem the half-terrified, half-enraged Conquistador did the only thing he could think of to snap his soldier out of it; he punched the other man as hard as he could in the face.

The simple but brute tactic seemed to work, the soldier closed his eyes as he recoiled backwards and when they opened again Miguel saw that they had returned to their normal coloration. As the dazed musketeer stood there disoriented Miguel ran up to the second man in his firing line and did the same thing. He continued to punch his way down until he got to an empty space in the line, only the two discarded weapons an indicator that anyone had been standing there. The owners of those armaments had already moved past the shield defense line and made their way to the large panther creature that had continued to sit on its rubber throne.

Miguel watched dumbfounded as the large rubber panther grabbed the entranced human and picked him up before he sat him on his lap. The befuddled human didn't resist at all, all he did was continue to stare into the rubber panther's eyes as it pulled something out from behind him. As soon as the light glinted off the surface Miguel knew that it was made of gold, and when it was placed on the human's face they all realized that it was an ornate mask. The guardians of the panther continued to hold the Conquistadors at bay as black rubber began to ooze out from the sides of the mask as the human's eyes became the same scintillating coloration as the demonic panther that stared into his eyes.

As the soldiers were kept at bay they watched in horror as a second, smaller panther came out from behind the throne of the larger one with his oversized rubber feline cock between his legs. In his hands was a mask just like the one on the human in the larger panther's lap and he shoved it onto the other befuddled soldier's face. The other Conquistadors could only watch in horror as their comrades were stripped of their clothes and armor, the latex quickly cascading down the two humans as their own members became erect under their ministrations. It didn't take long before Aktor took the mask off of the male in his lap and revealed the muzzle of a new rubber panther as his eyes were completely assimilated into the same colorful mess as the one who gazed longingly into his eyes.

At the same time the smaller panther Sole had almost completely removed his victim's clothes as well, one paw rubbed the man's bare chest as his clothes fell away to the ground. The rubber slid down the human's shoulders and chest as the soldier let out a loud moan, his exposed underwear tented with a larger than average bulge. Miguel felt himself get stirred into a rage as Sole grabbed the linen and ripped it away, revealing a pair of grapefruit-sized balls accompanied by a plump, furry sheath. Musk and rubber began to leak out from it as Sole took his latex paw and massaged the sensitive package.

Aktor wasted no time though and picked up the second converted rubber panther, placing him on his lap along with the first one as he pulled off the mask and set it next to the first one. The soldiers could only watch as the panther god took his fingers of each hand and pushed them into the transformed human's foreheads. They saw Aktor's fingers push impossibly deep into their skulls, then pull out a plume of white mist from each of them that formed into a shape. From the distance Miguel couldn't tell what the shapes were, nor what they were turning into as the smoky forms went from white to black. What they could see however was when the monster shoved the ethereal images back into the new panthers and their eyes shined as brightly as the panther god.

The panther god took the one that had originally been captured by Sole and set him back down on the ground, focusing entirely now on the one in his lap. The two original rubber panthers began to stroke the transformed human's sheathes once more and with a low moan devoid of any uncertainty they began to plump up and the tips opened with a thick plume of heady musk. Their thick, oversized latex cocks quickly slid out as the male on Aktor's lap enjoys the strokes that his new deity is giving him, willingly spreading his legs out even wider to give him better access between them. At the same time Sole and his new playmate lick each other's snouts passionately as their bodies press against one another and their cocks are pressed between their rubbery bodies.

The lewd display is quickly halted however as Miguel snapped himself out of it enough to order his musketeers and crossbowmen to fire. The air is filled with the thunder and smoke of the firearms as they go off, the metal balls aimed right at the largest panther's head and body. At first the monster recoils slightly from the impact, but as the soldiers watch their hopes sank when they saw their bullets only make dents in the rubber skin of the creature that quickly reformed back into their original shape. The arrows had even less effect; the arrows that normally sliced through flesh and buried itself into its victim deflected off the shiny surface of the panther and either banged against one of the walls or clattered to the ground.

A wave of panic visibly shot through the soldiers as Miguel ordered them to reload as he picked up one of the dropped guns and took a shot himself. The humans fumbled around with their powder and shot and began to back away in fear, and as two of them moved too far several panthers came out from the wall behind them and wrapped their arms around them. The two hardly had time to scream before they were dragged backwards, rubber already covering their bodies as Miguel shouted for the others to stop dead in their tracks. Now that they were closer the soldiers could see that the wall panthers were almost identical to the ones in front of them, save for the fact that instead of glowing multi-hued eyes they were a solid black rubber just like the rest of their bodies. As the two soldiers were dragged into the wall they could see their latex-covered bodies reshape as they go from soundless cries from their rubber-covered mouths to soundless moans from their rubber snouts.

Miguel turned away from the spectacle as they realized their situation grew direr by the second, and as he took out his sword he realized that if he was going to act it would have to be now. He held up his sword and shouted a rallying cry, then broke right through the middle of the shield wall the other soldiers had formed and charged straight for the panther. The others followed suit and ran full speed towards the monstrous creature with their swords drawn and ready to strike. At this point nothing else mattered to Miguel as he aimed his own blade straight for the creature's chest, focused on that spot to avoid the panther god's gaze as he was ready to kill it or die trying…

…except that none of the soldiers had seen the particularly wet nature of the floor that surrounded the throne. Miguel was only a few feet away when his feet sank into the stone like it was made of mud and tendrils rose up from the surrounding material and wrapped around his legs. A cry of alarm came from the other soldiers as they found themselves in a similar predicament until all eleven humans were stuck in place with thin rubber tentacles wrapped around their limbs to keep them in place. Even though Miguel made a valiant struggle and managed to hack off several of the encroaching tendrils they soon wrapped around his wrists as well and shook the sword out of his hand where it clattered to the ground next to him.

Once all the humans were secured the panther god finally rose from his throne, he lovingly put the minion from his lap down and rose up from his throne, both masks in hand. His newest convert continued to cling by his side like a devoted pet and pressed his latex cock lustfully against Aktor's body as he put the masks over each of the trapped human's faces. The process of their conversion didn't take long, as each of them stared into the eyes of their new master any resistance they still had melted away like the thick liquid that spread out over their bodies. Each time Aktor was finished he would smirk at the remaining humans and pull the mask off with a flourish, revealing the new willing latex panther underneath it before he moved on to the next one.

Miguel was saved intentionally for last and all he could do was stare as one by one his men were turned from human soldiers to rubber felines. When at last it came to his turn the large panther was joined by Sole, both of their gazes leveled at the former captain as he felt the cool metal of the mask press against his face. He tried to resist it, but with him unable to move and the constant glow of the two pairs of eyes in front of him he could quickly feel his will begin to erode just like his human form. He could feel his breath get pushed through the mask as his face stretched forward like some invisible hand pulled it, his ears migrated to the top of his head as his armor and clothes were quickly dispatched of.

Though Miguel had limited mobility he could see his weathered, battered body firm up and grow more muscular wherever the black rubber touched it. As he continued to transform Sole continued to keep their gazes locked on one another as Aktor walked around the room once more, this time he pressed a claw into each of the converted human's foreheads. When he withdrew his claw the hole remained and a blueish white smoke began to pour out into the open air. Once again their leader was last and as the panther god pulled the mask off of Miguel's corrupted head he pushed his claw into him as well. Miguel's entire body shuddered as smoke wisped out of the hole and joined the others as it coalesced into the image of a female human.

Aktor smirked at Sole, who returned the look before the deity plunged his hands into the white smoke and began to reshape the image. Black webbing leaked off of his body and into the mist and darkened it as he took the breasts of the smoke woman and reformed them into a pair of powerful pectoral muscles, the transformed humans watched in glassy-eyed wonder as a thick, barbed cock pushed its way out of the smooth area between the image's leg while a ropy tail formed from the other side. After several more manipulations a shiny black cloud of a panther male had been formed, and with a wave of Aktor's hand the smoke reversed and was pulled back into the heads of the creatures that had formed it in the first place.

As soon as the last tendrils of smoke were back in their owners all the rubber panther's sheathes began to plump up and release their musk as thick erections formed from them. The tendrils that had tethered to the floor retreated from their bodies as the panther god walked up to the wall and six panthers formed out of the stone. He took the mask and briefly placed it over each of them and as he did their blank eyes gained the same golden rainbow coloration that the other had.

Once he had finished his work he walked back to his throne and sat down while Sole brought his newest acolytes one by one and each one took a turn getting mounted by their new master. It was the final act that marked them as his, that their devotion was now under him in mind, body, and soul as each one's tailhole stretched wide over his massive member. Once each one was properly broken it Sole was the last and unlike the others their rutting was far slower as the two watched their newest creations play with each other, all of them enjoying their new rubber forms as tailholes and mouths were filled and the smell of rubber, cock, and sex anointed the chamber once more…

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Several days later Sole ran tirelessly through the jungle underbrush on all fours; though he could just as easily do it on two legs it somehow felt more natural and allowed him to run faster. A large grin was plastered on his synthetic muzzle as he ran up one of the crumbled ruin walls and bounced from stone to stone effortlessly. Though it appeared he was aimlessly running his path had a purpose, which he quickly came upon as he saw the small building that had become the gateway to the outside world. After a few more jumps and a small sprint he had fallen through the hole that lead to his paradise: the kingdom of his master.

His entire body tingled as his extremely swollen sheath and balls rubbed pleasurably against his inner thighs. He had been scouting the surrounding area for two straight days and it had caused him to be very pent up, but he knew that time would soon be ending as he walked into the entrance of the temple. By now the whole complex had been touched by his master's will; all the stones had been changed to shiny rubber and the statues and art that had portrayed the pitiful human body had been transformed into erotic panthers in lewd poses. When he got into the hallway Sole's stance changed to a bipedial one, his hands rubbing over the perverted reliefs of what had been both his and his comrade's fate of becoming loyal followers to the panther god and the ensuing orgy. Even though had only been a few days he no longer felt any connection to the human he had been, something he didn't miss as his finger rubbed over the image that represented him.

Suddenly the scene before him began to distort and with a smirk he watched as two latex felines formed out of the wall to stand guard over their entrance. Sole gave a playful stroke over their hard cocks that bounced in front of them, his own starting to slide out as they nuzzled and licked each other. Soon Sole's cock was completely erect and throbbed wildly and he felt like he hadn't had sex for years as he pried himself away from the two guards and went further in and eventually reached his master's chambers.

The chamber had changed drastically since the last time he had been there; throne had been moved all the way to the back wall and the middle of the room had been filled with large latex pillows, some of which bigger then him. The four panther statues with the lights had been moved to each corner of the room to provide illumination as he walked in. At the center of the 'bed' laid his master along with all of his minions that weren't out on guard duty or performing other tasks. The whole scene was a mass of feline bodies that rocked and grinded against one another while needy tailholes were filled with quivering cocks or long flat tongues licked over shiny rubber muscle. The air was filled with such a heady aroma of feline males in heat that it was palpable as Sole took in a deep breath of the delicious scent.

The big latex panther smiled when he saw Sole and waved him over with an outstretched hand. The smaller male didn't have to be asked twice and reached for it, letting out a happy growl as he was pulled in and his master began to groom and clean him of the outside world. When Sole feels that large tongue lick between his ears he knows he's back where he belongs and is loved and wanted. The feline deity gave him the feeling he was special, just like all of his pets as Sole began to purr.

Once Aktor had finished his ministrations he pressed his forehead against Sole's and saw what the other rubber creature had seen on his travels, getting all the information he wanted from his loyal follower. His smile widened on his muzzle when he saw the natives had fled their village, which meant that no one had the knowledge to stop him now, and he was even more amused to find that a big troop of soldiers had started to march through his territory. The panther god purred as he saw the humans, just like the ones that had freed him and become his pets, and it caused him a great amount of pleasure. He knew that soon he will be able to set up the kingdom that he deserved, one that was dedicated to him and him alone. It would be a land filled with endless lust and perversion, none of his pets would age or grow ill and they would never leave him nor his perfect world of need and fulfillment.

With a contented growl Sole feels his master push his thick cock into his tailhole while another mounted Aktor at the same time. Soon the others joined in the fray as well, the three slowly sank into the mass of wriggling latex bodies as they celebrated with their love for one another…