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Britanny Diggers grunted as she pushed aside the massive stone door before her. Even with her powerful lycanthrope super strength, the door took significant force to force open. She sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She brushed dirt off her brilliant black-spotted gold pelt, tossing her long ponytail over her shoulder. Stepping back, she grunted in annoyance as her little sister swept past her without a comment, her nose buried in the readout of some device in her hand.

"Thank you, Brittany. I never could have opened that 10-ton slab of rock on my own without damaging the site! You truly are a magnificent specimen of Amazonian beauty and strength!" Brittany said in a passable imitation of her sister's voice, tinged with no small amount of sarcasm, before continuing with her own sardonic voice: "Oh, you're welcome, Gina! Honestly, your thanks and appreciation are all the payment I need."

"Uh-huh," Gina grunted, waving a hand in a vague gesture that approximated a distracted acknowledgement. The blonde haired human adjusted her spectacles and muttered to herself as she adjusted a setting on her handheld scanner.

"Geez, Gina. Someone's distracted," the tall werecheetah remarked, following after. Gina looked up from her device.

"Sorry, Cheetah. I'm just eager to get inside. I think this might be the final resting place of the Cult of Erash," Gina said, "I'm looking for a particular artifact, which will help me with some further studies."

"Uh-huh. And what is this artifact, exactly?" Cheetah said, bodily grabbing Gina and preventing her from falling into a pile of dusty rubble facefirst.

"It's an idol. It'll look like a fertility idol," Gina explained, finally looking up from her scanner, "And it has a sample of the Zeldaian script, a lost language, which I'm trying to translate for a separate project."

"So this whole rigamarole is just about something else entirely?" Cheetah asked incredulously.

"Well... yes. I'm just here for the idol, but I'm letting the University take over the site so my students can excavate and run things here. It's not like I'm just opening it up and looting it..." Gina said, defensively.

"Funny, kinda seems exactly what you're doing," Britanny replied, unimpressed. Gina's face turned red.

"Just... do your thing, okay? I'm in a bit of a hurry!" Gina muttered, embarrassed.

"Fine, fine. Lemme just cast 'detect trap' and we'll find your idol and get outta here," Britanny sighed, calling forth the magical energies inside her, molding them, and casting them forth into the world.

Gina hummed as she looked at her scanner, raising an eyebrow. "Odd. The readings here are familiar, but I can't quite place where I've seen em," She said, scratching her head. The hat she always wore tiled back a bit, as Gina looked up. "Any luck with those traps, Cheets?"

Cheetah lowered her hands, the celestial glow of Gaoblin hands vanishing from around her arms as she nodded. "Nuthin' here but some old doohickey in the back. Didn't seem too damaged," She said, frowning. "But I swear it feels.. Familiar somehow."

Gina paused; both of them were getting that odd 'deja vu' feel? "Hmm. Well, we'll know when we take a look," She said, brushing past and making a beeline to the other side of the chamber. A set of ornate steps led to a basin like bottom which seemed to gravitate everything to the center. Gina merely continued walking till she was in front of what looked like an altar of some kind, an ornate looking device behind it. "Now what do you do..?" She hummed softly, peering at the odd device mounted upon (And embedded into) the wall.

Cheetah followed, rolling her eyes as Gina once again, simply walked straight on in. "Ya know," She growled, "My Gaoblin magic ain't always accurate. A lot of these death traps can be hidden even from my senses, yet you come barrelin' through like it's nothin'! Why can't you ever be caref- What're you doin'?" Brittany asked, blinking as she saw Gina bent over, apparently trying to reconnect something on the device on the wall.

"Just gimmie a sec, Cheets," She muttered, her hands fiddling with what looked like a bit of tubing. "If I can just... reconnect this, and.."

The device suddenly hummed to life, the room lighting up in an oddly familiar pattern. "Hah! Success!"

Brit growled," Success?! You may have just reactivated all the traps!" She snapped, before her eyes widened. "Wait. I know these patterns.. This writing," She said slowly, looking around. "Gina.. there ain't no fertility idols here..." Cheetah said, panic in her voice rising, "This place is a Dynasty temple!"

Before Gina could respond, Cheetah had grabbed her about the middle, and thrown the smaller woman over her shoulder, before taking off like a shot back for the exit...!

All for naught. As soon as Cheetah and Gina hit the center of the room, both froze as a beam of light hit them, freezing them in place. The two hovered there for a moment, before simp[ly winking out of existence with a hum...

**** A ship orbited a world, far from Earth. The massive craft had the appearance of a Gothic cathedral or ancient castle, hewn of rough black stone and deep grey steel. Lines of color adorned the ship in arcane patterns, only adding to the menace. Smaller ships and large biotechnic creatures like dragons swarmed about, occasionally dipping into the world's atmosphere.

From inside a large, ornate room, a woman watched. She was tall, easily eight feet, with a slightly lanky build. Long white hair cascaded down her back, covering her bare rear. Her skin was a silvery-grey, adorned with circuit-like patterns that glowed and shimmered with her moods. Her long, dainty arms were cupped under a pair of breasts that were enormous, yet perfectly proportioned to her size and build. Crimson eyes stared down at the world.

A younger woman knelt obediently at her side. She had a heavier build, more muscular, but barely came up to the older woman's breasts when standing. Her skin was a deep, forest green. Her eyes were turned down at the floor, glowing yellow sclera with red-slitted eyes. She had no nose, her nostrils snake-like slits. Blue hair fell loosely around her shoulders as the same circuit-like markings glowed upon her nude form.

"Aebra has fallen, Matriarch. Its people fell victim to the Siren Song easily. Their wills are weak," said the green-skinned woman. The other did not speak, merely watching the planet below.

"We have begun the Culling. Many of them show potential to be great Servants. The others will make strong, obedient drones," she reported.

"Good. I expect to collect our price and leave to quasi-space in three hours," the Matriarch replied, her voice quiet enough that the younger woman had to strain to hear, "You have done well, Astara."

"I am a Gaoblin. Our race lives to serve you, great Matriarch," Astara replied, smiling. She frowned and looked up as another person entered the room.

It was faceless, wearing a full-body suit, and a blank mask. Crimson circuit lines traced its body as the mask did little to obscure the purple hair and rabbit ears that drooped from behind.

"Drone 117 reports: a beacon has been activated. Ancient. Seeded on a distant world millennia ago," it reported, a feminine voice muffled by the mask. Her voice was empty, drained of emotion, of thought, of personality.

"And? Why does this warrant disturbing my meditation?" the Matriarch asked. There was no malice, no anger behind her words, but the Gaoblin and the rabbit both backed away a step.

"It has brought two subjects. High quality subjects. Servant-worthy!" the rabbit spoke.

"Oh? Interesting. Astara, once you are done here, go and tend to our guests. See if the drone speaks true," she ordered.

"As you command, Matriarch," Astara agreed.

"Very good. Now. You may leave, drone. Astara, tend to your duties," the Matriarch commanded imperiously. As the drone turned on its heel and marched away, the Gaoblin dropped to her knees. She reached up and wrapped her hands around a long, thick log of swollen, throbbing flesh hanging down towards the Matriarch's knees, beginning to stroke slowly as it hardened....

*******

Cheetah groaned as she rubbed her head. The ground beneath her felt cold, hard, metallic. She shook her head as she sat up, looking around. It was a metallic cell, with nothing inside, and a red energy barrier serving to keep her inside. She got shakily to her feet, before realizing that she'd shifted to her human form.

"That's just... great.." She sighed, wincing as she rubbed her head, before moving to the barrier and peeking out, wincing as contact with the field zapped her sharply! "Gah! Friggin' energy wall.." She winced, morphing back to her hybrid form. "Gina. Psst! Gina! You awake?"

A moan came from nearby, followed by irate complaining. "Five more minutes... an' turn the heat up!"

"Gina, wake up!" Brit snapped, growling, looking over at the half-conscious human.

"I'm up, I'm up, I'm... freakin' naked!?" Gina squealed, as she looked down at herself. "What's going on? Where's my clothes? My gear? What is this place?"

Brittany frowned, ears folding back as she finally began taking things in. "It... looks kind of like the old Dynasty warships interior... but this place looks... different." She frowned. "The metal from that place alone was reddish black, and had a.... Foreboding feel to it." She frowned, running a hand over the side of the cell. "This place feels and looks different. Metal feels... oddly tingly." The color was different as well; everything was a lightish blue with a metallic sheen. "Still.. Place feels just as fortified as the Dynasty warships were."

Gina frowned. "Then that temple wasn't for housing a fertility idol, but.."

"Looks like it was serving as some teleporting gateway or somethin'," Cheetah said, frowning. "And you, little miss genius, set it off by fixing it," She snapped, clenching her fist.

"Sorry...?" Came Gina's meek reply. Cheetah sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Nevermind that. We gotta find a way out of here," Cheetah said, sighing. She concentrated, trying to call her magic into play, only to find it suppressed. Even her latent Gaoblin skills weren't responding. "Crap. Looks like my magic's out. Any luck trying to hack the door or something?"

"Sorry Cheets. If the cells all work like they do opposite of us, then the panels on the outside." She said, before frowning. "Hey.. there's someone across from me... But I can't make it out. Definitely female though."

Cheetah frowned. "Maybe she can help us. What's she doing?" She asked, ears perking.

"Looks like she's just kind of standing there. Hey!" Gina said, trying to catch the other female's attention. "Hey, can you help us?"

Gina watched as the girl turned around slowly, that distinct violet and white fur very familiar....

"Jinkies!" Gina gasped. "It's... it's the Archon!"

"Jaliera? The ruler of Aebra?!" Cheetah yelped, rushing forward.

"Yeah! It's definitely her. But..." Gina said, frowning.

Cheetah narrowed her eyes and peered through the energy barrier. Sure enough, it was her. She was a Kryn, the same felinoid race as Britanny's husband Stryyp. She was tall, though not nearly as tall as Cheetah. She had light, lavender fur striped in white, with deep green eyes. Her pastel violet hair was pulled back into a long long tail, leaving long, loose bangs in front, which paled to white at the tips. Her body was lithe, almost skinny. She was naked, her small, round breasts on display, pink nipples poking through the soft downy fur.

What made Cheetah gasp in surprise was what was between her legs. Above her furry vulva, a long, throbbing rod of pink flesh jutted straight out. It bobbed and twitched, clear liquid oozing from the fat tip onto the floor. It throbbed visibly, veins bulging along the sides. Above it, a second, identical shaft pulsed and dribbled. They twitched in unison, the heads bulging slightly under a thick hood of skin that covered all but the head.

"....That... is... is that...?" Brittany stammered.

"Penises. Very LARGE penises. She has TWO!" Gina confirmed.

"She's a Kryn. All of their males have two..." Britanny explained, brushing a lock of hair out of her face.

"But SHE is FEMALE! And wait, does that mean that Stryyp..." Gina asked, suddenly staring at her younger sister. Britanny sighed.

"Yes. He has two, larger than hers. You know this. You've SEEN them on several occasions... since you have yet to learn go knock..." the feline groused.

"....I guess it just never registered..." mused Gina. Britanny sighed and turned her attention back to the other jailed woman.

"J-Jaliera! It's me! Brittany 'Gia! Stryyp's wife!" Cheetah called. The Archon gave no sign she heard her, staring straight ahead. Her chest rose and fell steadily, and she swayed on her feet a little. Her head drooped forward a little.

"She's sleepwalking or somethin'," Brittany said, frowning.

"I think she is in some sort of hypnotic trance. She heard you, but I don't think she knows where she is... or even who she is at the moment..." Gina remarked, peering at the Kryn ruler.

"What's she doing here? Do you think Aebra is being attacked again?!" Brit asked desperately, looking at her older sister.

"I don't know. We'll have to wait and try to find out... maybe break her out of her trance to ask," Gina said.

Whatever Cheetah might have said next was cut off as the sound of marching feet echoed down the hall. Brit pushed Gina back against the back wall protectively, slipping into a defensive crouch as a group of figures came into view.

They were all different races, many of whom Cheetah recognized. A Kryn, an Amarans, a Swallowtail... They were different ages, adults and children. ...but they were all wearing the same skintight bodysuit. It was lustrous black, with crimson circuit markings trailing up and down the body. The crotch was left open, exposing both the males'... And females' erect penises, which bobbed, twitched and dripped. And all wore the same featureless white mask, obscuring their faces from view.

"What the..." Cheetah said, blinking in disbelief, "When did the Dynasty of Stars get... perverted?!"

One of the masked figures turned stiffly, walking forward. Despite the mask being utterly blank, featureless, and having no visible eye-holes, the Amaran seemed to be able to see what it was doing. It pressed its hand to the keypad, typing in something. The energy barrier hummed, then faded, leaving the cell open.

Cheetah reacted instantly, charging forward, throwing a mighty punch at the nearest figure, a large Atlantean. She gasped in shock as it effortlessly caught her fist, twisted her arm, and yanked it behind her, pigeon-winging her.

"Violence will not be tolerated. Your physical strength is no match for drone enhancements and combat conditioning," a Kryn male stated. His voice was a monotone, utterly devoid of any emotion or inflection, as if he were nothing but a robot.

"Prisoners will submit and obey. Resistance will not be tolerated," the Amaran added, her voice equally droning and dull.

"Gah! He's ridiculously strong!" Cheetah gasped in pain as the Atlantean wrenched her arm.

"Those circuits on his clothes are glowing brighter! There's some sort of energy transfer enhancing his abilities!" Gina remarked, narrowing her eyes.

"Ow, ow, ow!!! That's very... nnnf! ... fascinating, but can you... y'know... HELP?!" Cheetah snarled, her tail thrashing as she struggled to try to free herself from the amphibious humanoid. The Atlantean strained to hold her, his stiff cock pressed into the small of her back, oozing precum into her fur. She threw a backhand with her free arm, but he ducked under it and trapped it under his armpit.

"This drone requires assistance. Prisoner refuses to cease aggression. Drone cannot restrain her for much longer," the Atlantean reported, his voice muffled by his mask. His voice was completely calm, as if he were making tea, not attempting to pin down an angry, naked werecheetah.

"Confirmed. Pacify," the Swallowtail agreed. The avian woman stepped forward, her talons clicking on the steel floor. Her large breasts swayed with the movement, her erection twitching.

"Pacify," repeated the Kryn, stepping in front of Britanny. She blushed involuntarily, reminded of her husband's anatomy, as not one, but two large, swollen penises stood proud from his hips. The heavyset green-furred feline's twin erections throbbed as a massive set of testicles hung below; not just two, but four swollen orbs churning.

The Amaran joined them a second later, her purple length aimed directly at Brit's face. Brit grunted and continued to fight, not knowing what was about to happen, but not ready to let it happen without a major fight.

The three repeated the word, "Pacify," nearly in unison. Then something strange happened. The three masked aliens clenched their fists, curled their toes, and threw their heads back. Almost at the same time, their erections gave a pronounced lurch. They throbbed, rippled, and without once touching themselves, began to erupt.

Britanny spluttered in surprise as four incredibly huge blasts of pearly white semen splattered messily against her naked body. She yelped in shock and surprise as she was hosed by the aliens, their cum glazing her breasts, drenching her face and hair, and dripping down her fur. Gina, watching from the sidelines, was equally as shocked as Britanny, both at what was happening and the sheer incredible volume of each ejaculation. She noted, in the part of her mind still not frozen with surprise, that circuit lines glowed brightly along the masked creatures' penises.

"ACK!!! PBBBLT!!!" Britanny yelped, "C-Cut that out, you humongous pervs!!! I'll n-never be able to get all of... this... out..."

Brit's complaints trailed off. She felt something strange. As literal quarts of spunk hosed against her, a warm fog rolled over her thoughts, muffling them. She felt strangely contented and comfortable, her anger draining away. She felt her nipples stiffen and thighs dampen as arousal rushed through her. It became harder and harder to form new thoughts, as they melted out of her head as soon as they began.

Brit's eyes turned glassy and vacant, her gaze becoming unfocused. Moaning softly, she slumped forward in the Atlantean's grip, no longer able to muster the will to fight. She couldn't remember why she wanted to fight in the first place. Her mind turned to nothing but fog and warmth and emptiness.

"Prisoner pacified. Pacify second prisoner," the Atlantean announced, gently pulling Britanny back to her feet, careful not to cut her with the razor-sharp fins along his arms or legs. The Kryn turned and marched into the cell, his penises continuing to spout fountains of semen.

"No! What did you do to Britanny?! Stop!" Gina shouted angrily.

"Pacifying second prisoner," the Kryn announced, gripping his cocks and aiming them at Gina. The human gasped as yours of thick, rich spunk hit her body in wet ropes. Gina yelped and tried futilely to ward off the blasts. The thick milky liquid drenched her pale skin, dripping from her, pouring down her curves in wet rivulets down towards the carefully trimmed blonde triangle of pubic hair between her legs. She spluttered and recoiled, but the Kryn merely gripped his erections, aiming them at her as they convulsed in his palms.

Gina's hands fell limp to her sides. They suddenly felt too heavy to keep up. Like Britanny, her mind fogged over, her brilliant thoughts fading away to leave her empty and content. Her knees buckled and she slumped onto them with a wet splat as she landed in a puddle of cum. She knelt there, hands in her lap, staring into space as she felt so warm and contented and mindless. The Kryn hosed her straight in the face, soaking her blonde hair, letting it drip from her face, but Gina did not react.

"Second prisoner pacified," reported the Kryn, milking his lengths. Like a faucet slowly being closed, the Kryn's ejaculations slowed and weakened to a slow, steady dribble. The Swallowtail and Amaran followed suit, their chests heaving as they attempted to catch their breasts.

"Obey. Stand," commanded the Atlantean. Slowly, awkwardly, Cheetah and Gina picked themselves up off the ground. Cum glazed most of their bodies, but they barely seemed to notice as they stood at attention.

"I will obey. I will stand..." Cheetah and Gina repeated slowly. They spoke sleepily, as if enveloped in a comfortable dream. The words of the drone had penetrated the fog in their heads, and became the only thing they could focus on.

"Follow," the Swallowtail ordered. She turned on her heel and marched down the hallway. Without hesitation, Britanny and Gina followed her lead, the other three aliens bringing up the rear. They moved with the slow, shuffling gait of sleepwalkers. They weren't really aware of their actions. It was impossible to disobey, or even consider doing so. They wanted to obey and feel the tingles of pleasure that sent through their loins.

An eternity later, or perhaps minutes, or even hours... time seemed to no longer mean much in their mental state, they arrived at a door. The Amaran again pressed a code into a keypad and the door hissed open. Gina and Brit walked past the purple-furred rabbit and entered the room.

The room was stark and nearly barren, with the same steel-grey walls and blue circuitry and lighting. Two tables stood in the center of the room, made of the same metal. The only other thing of note was a pedestal with a control panel racing the tables. The Kryn ordered them to lay on the tables, and Britanny and Gina did so without question or hesitation.

The women shivered as their bare rears made contact with the cold metal, but complaining required thought and willpower neither possessed. They lay back and stared straight up at the ceiling. The masked aliens turned and left the room without a second glance.

******

And then they waited. In their trances, neither Brit nor Gina had any sense of time, but neither did they need one. All they could do was lay and stare at the ceiling, drifting in the deep haze that prevented their thoughts and shivering as the fold tables slowly warmed with their body heat. The semen dripped off their bodies, pooling in puddles around them.

The door opened and two new figures walked in. Neither Britanny nor Gina could muster the willpower to bother turning their heads to look.

"These are the ones who came from the ancient beacon. The Matriarch has ordered their rebirth into servants," a woman spoke, her voice rough with a heavy guttural accent.

"They look strange, but... familiar..." a younger voice remarked, clearly that of a female child, high and soft.

"They are unknown to us. Who they were is of no concern. What matters is who they will become and how they will serve the Dynasty of Grace. Having been reborn yourself, you should understand this, Crescens."

The name broke through the cotton candy that used to be Britanny's mind. Hearing it was like being electrocuted. It was a name she hadn't heard in years, a name she rarely spoke herself, because the memories hurt so much.

Years ago, due to the machinations of her evil grandfather and the villainous wererat Gothwrain, Britanny was trapped on a world called Oblivion, trapped in the endless twists and turns of the space between dimensions. Travelling to escape back to her own world, her constant companion had been a former enemy. A Gaoblin Priestess of immense magical power, she sought to atone for the harm she had caused while working for Britanny's grandfather, and help Britanny get home. She had been everything to Cheetah: a friend, a companion, a sister, a teacher, an ally, and though she never would have admitted it to anyone, a lover.

But she had died. She had sacrificed herself to save Britanny's life. She had ensured Britanny could make it home, and left a piece of her essence in Britanny, granting her Crescens' signature magic: The Void Claws.

It took more effort than anything Britanny had ever done. She managed to gather the tiniest amount of willpower possible, and slowly turned her head to look.

There were two figures standing in the doorway, talking to one another. They ignored her, apparently too engrossed in conversation to notice that she had turned her head to look.

The older was a tall woman, slightly older than Britanny. She had green skin, the color of fresh, healthy grass. Long, vibrant blue hair fell down in a long braid down her back and down to her bare rear. Her features were reptilian; she had very large slitted red eyes with yellow sclera, and slitted nostrils instead of a nose. She was taller than even Britanny's seven feet and more heavily muscled than the werecheetah. She crossed her arms under large mammaries, each massive globe capped with a large, erect green nipple. Between her legs, a large swollen penis throbbed, jutting straight out well over a foot. Clear liquid oozed from the tip.

The younger figure, however, was a child, appearing about seven or eight years old. Her body was toned and fit, though still with a touch of baby fat; the body of a girl who worked physically much of the time. Her chest was flat as paper, with large deep green nipples the color of a pine forest. Her penis was flaccid, but hung down to her knees. The veiny length resembled the stem of a plant. The tip was the same pine-green as her nipples, but was mostly hidden under a thick foreskin.

Brit's eyes widened in surprise even through her trance as she saw the girl's most notable feature. She had no arms. Each arm ended at mid-bicep. From there, large masses of mystical energy projected into the shape of massive claws. The girl had diamond-shaped holes in her stomach and thighs, which Britanny instantly recognized as aether vents, a method of allowing the body to process magical energy more efficiently.

It wasn't just the vents, the energy claws, or that Britanny instantly recognized the child as a Gaoblin. There was something about her very bearing, her face, the way she held her body, the way she moved...

"This will be your first conversion, Crescens. So you understand what you just do?" The taller Gaoblin asked, crossing her arms.

"Yes, Astara. I remember," the child replied blandly.

"Then I will leave you to work. When you finish, or if you need aid, call for me. I will leave two Drones outside for security," Astara said, turning on her heel to walk out. The child watched her go, her face blank of expression. She turned and walked towards the control panel on the pedestal, which automatically lowered to her height.

The girl began working, the glowing, shimmering form of her arms tapping at controls with a slow, awkward cautiousness. She ignored the women on the tables, attempting to focus on her task, but she kept sneaking curious glimpses at the human and werecat.

A voice broke the silence, making the little girl flinch in surprise.

"...Crescens... Your name is... Crescens, r-right?" Britanny asked. The effort to form sentences and find the will to say them through her trance was monumental.

"Yes. That is what the Matriarch said my soul was named when I was Reforged," she answered shyly after a moment, "but I should not be talking to you..."

"P-Please... just... where are... we?" Brit asked.

"....You are in the Dynasty of Grace Star Citadel. You were brought here by an ancient Dynasty beacon," the child responded, trying to keep her gaze on her controls.

"D-Dynasty of Stars... you..." Brit struggled to say. Crescens shook her head.

"No. The ancient Gardener race had multiple offshoots, not just the dread Dynasty of Stars. I serve the Dynasty of Grace and it's almighty Matriarch. You have been chosen to be uplifted and gifted, to serve as well. Now, please, do not ask me more. I must work, and I could be in trouble for talking to you..." the Gaoblin stated.

"Wait.... Reforged... you said you... were..." Brit asked, fighting back the fog that threatened to leave her mindless and empty.

"...The Matriarch found my damaged soul floating in the midst of quasi-space. My former self had died somehow due to some sort of sacrificial protective enchantment. She took me in and placed me within the Soul Forge of the Citadel, rebirthing me anew," the girl said, "Now, silence. I command you."

Cheetah's mouth closed, and her will to speak drained away. She shivered on the cold steel table, watching as the girl worked. The child glanced at her, her yellow eyes narrowed in some enigmatic emotion that Britanny could not decipher, before she turned her eyes back to the console.

Above the tables, strange devices surged into motion. Spheres floated outward, hovering over Gina and Britanny's hands and feet. Spiked arms extended out of a central light, spearing menacingly down over their chests. Hoses snaked out and slithered around.

A holographic screen appeared above Cheetah's face, covering her entire field of vision, blocking any further view of the room around her, Gina, or Crescens. The screen began to flicker and spark, colors appearing, whirling, swirling. The machines began to hum loudly, and a sound like white noise filled Cheetah's ears.

Already in a state of dazed near-mindlessness, Britanny had no resistance to the hypnotic lights swirling and shining in her eyes. She moaned softly as her mind was engulfed in fog, and she thought no more.

*****

THROB. THROB. THROB.

The first way that Cheetah knew she was awake was a strange throbbing sensation. A pulsing. An aching. It filled the sparks of growing consciousness, flowing through her.

It was soon after that, that Britanny realized she was capable of conscious thought. And a few moments after that, she found the ability to open her eyes.

Moaning softly, Britanny slowly awoke and sat up. Her head ached as if she had been stomped on by a raging bull. Her body seemed strangely stiff and awkward. As the grogginess of sleep slipped away and her mind awoke more fully, she knew something was wrong.

Her healing factor should have taken care of a headache. Her muscles and joints should not have been stiff. As a werecheetah, Britanny was virtually immune to injury and disease. She had healed broken bones in minutes, near-mortal injuries in short hours. The only things that could leave any sort of lasting effect on her were the claws or teeth of other lycanthropes, silver... or magic.

The realization caused Britanny to bolt upright and fully take stock of herself and her surroundings, particularly as her memories quickly rushed back to her.

She was lying in a cot back in the alien cell. The blue circuitry pulsed in the white stone walls, floor, and ceiling. She was still naked, her only modesty being a small sheet that covered her lower half. Gina lay in the cot across from her, still asleep.

There was a large mass tenting the sheets between her legs. And an even larger one between Britanny's thighs.

Britanny gasped and yanked the sheet off, and gasped again, louder as she saw what was there. A large, pink, pulsing rod of flesh now stood from her hips, just above the mound of her feminine parts. The first two inches were covered in a furry sheath that melded seamlessly into the rest of her groin. From the sheath, inch after inch after inch of steel-hard flesh protruded, standing straight up. The length was almost a foot and a half, and ended in a bulbous head, a deep-red purple in color. All but the tip of this helmet was covered by a thick extra layer of skin.

Britanny recognized what it was immediately. The problem was understanding that she had one attached to her body. It twitched as she stared at it, dumbfounded, and she could feel the sensation. She could feel the blood pulsing within it. She could feel the cold air of the room rush over it.

"G-Gina... Gina, wake up..." Brit called, her voice shaking.

"Nnnf... C'mon, Brit... Scooby-Doo isn't on for another hour... Lemme sleep..." Gina groaned, flailing an arm in Cheetah's general direction.

"Geeee-NAH!" Brit growled loudly.

"All right, all right, I'm gettin' up, I'm gettin'..." Gina mumbled, slowly sitting up, "....J-Jinkies."

Brit plugged her ears and winced as her sister gave a high-pitched squeal at the sight of her new appendage. Once Gina calmed down enough to hold a conversation, Brit explained what she saw while they were entranced and taken to the other room.

"Dynasty of Grace? Crescens is alive? And we now have... penises..." Gina said, looking at her own length. Hers was a little over a foot long and as thick as her wrist. It pulsed angrily, the fat helmet swollen under her foreskin. She blushed as she gripped the base with one hand, moaning softly. Reaching up with the other, she pinched the hood, peeling it away from the head and pulling it down. Her cock throbbed, the head swelling visibly as a dribble of fluid leaked from the tip.

"I don't know WHAT'S going on. They were talking about doing something to us... but I only heard about every fourth word. Whatever they did to our minds just kept me rolling in and out of focus," Cheetah said, frowning, "And stop playing with that..."

"I can't help it! It feels WEIRD! Is THIS what it feels like for boys?" she said, blushing as her cock pulsed in her grip, "...So was it really her? Was it really... Crescens?"

"...I don't know. It could have just been a Gaoblin with the same name as her. She was a child, couldn't have been more than eight years old... but she had her void claws... and she... LOOKED like Crescens..." Britanny said, sighing.

"I don't know how it would even be possible..." Gina said, frowning as she stood up from the bed. She frowned, staring down at her crotch as her new penis stood straight out.

"...She said that she'd been 'reforged,'" Brit said, shaking her head, brushing her hair over her shoulder, "That the Dynasty of Grace found what was left of her soul after she... sacrificed herself for me... And they put her into one of their Soul Forges."

"....Brit, I..." Gina began.

"I know, if it's true, then she's not the same person I knew. Soul Forges transform beings completely, warping their bodies and souls into something entirely new in service to the Dynasty... But... she recognized me. She recognized you!" Brit said, looking up, "There's hope!"

"Maybe... But before we can worry about her, we need to escape. And... y'know... undo what they did to us?" Gina said, gesturing at Brit's erection. The werecat blinked and looked down at her own member, her cheeks turning red.

"Why would you WANT to get rid of our gift? It's the first step to being uplifted!" a voice interrupted.

Brit and Gina reacted in the same way at the same time. They dove for the sheets, yanking them off the bed and wrapping them around themselves, their faces bright red.

"Oh, please. It is nothing I haven't seen before. Your modesty is so cute, but you will lose it quite quickly," said the voice. It belonged to a young woman standing on the other side of the force field. She appeared to be in her late teens, with a curvy build. She had shoulder-length purple hair with bright red eyes. Her skin was a silver-grey, marked with circuitry that glowed bright blue. She wore clothing, of a sort. It was a skintight bodysuit of some shimmering black material. The suit had cut-outs that exposed her breasts and loins.

Like everyone else they had seen so far, she had a long, thick erection jutting from her hips. The swollen, pulsing grey flesh had glowing circuit lines along its length that throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

"Who are you?" Britanny asked, glaring at her.

"I am Neriel. Third daughter of the Matriarch of the Dynasty of Grace," the young woman said with a slight polite bow, "And I am here to judge whether or not you are worthy of being a Servant to our great house... or whether you shall be turned into faceless, nameless Drones."

"You're gonna what?!" Britanny snarled, climbing to her feet.

"Is that rhetorical? Because judging by your anger, you heard me clearly," asked Neriel, apparently unperturbed by the massive feline. Despite the fact that Britanny stood easily two feet taller than her, she showed not a hint of intimidation.

"Britanny, stand down," Gina ordered, stepping up to the forcefield.

"Yes, please do calm down. I would not wish to have more Drones come and pacify you," Neriel said cheerfully.

"What did you do to Jaliera? And Aebra?" Gina asked, glaring at the young woman.

"Jaliera? Oh, right. The new Kryn Servant..." Neriel muttered after a moment of confusion, "She has been uplifted into the service of the Dynasty of Bliss. Just like the others we took as tribute from Aebra."

"Is your translator working correctly? She's not making any sense," Britanny grumbled.

"I'm naked, Brit. They took my translator. But yes, she is making sense, even if she's being cryptic about it..." Gina replied, before turning her attention back to Neriel, "If I'm right, you go from planet to planet... abducting a portion of the populace and mind controlling them into slaves. Individuals with special gifts, you turn into 'servants,' and everyone else becomes those masked 'Drones,' right?"

"Fairly close, actually. I'm surprised. I thought I would have to spell it out for you," Neriel said with a smirk.

"Why give us... These?" Brit asked, blushing. A large tent in the sheet wrapped around her body twitched and pulsed for emphasis.

"They are the mark of Mother. All who serve the Dynasty have a maleness, regardless of their birth gender. Sometimes more than one. You should feel honored!" Neiriel said, smiling as she reached down and wrapped a hand around her stiff flesh.

"And where's Crescens?" Brit asked, menace beginning to creep into her voice. There werecheetah cracked her knuckles loudly, stepping closer to the force field separating her from the alien.

"Little Crescens? And what would someone as lowly as you want with our newest Gaoblin servant?" Neriel asked, leaning in and tilting her head curiously.

"She's not yours!" snarled Britanny, her rage boiling over as she lunged at the force field. Again, Neriel showed no sign of intimidation.

Instead, her expression that of mild annoyance, she lifted her hand and snapped her delicate fingers. The glowing blue circuit marks adorning her slight curves glowed more brightly.

Brit had opened her mouth to snarl a threat, but no words came out. Instead, her eyes went wide as her lips formed into a small, surprised "o.". Something strange was happening. She felt new muscles inside her tighten, even as her feminine tunnel clenched. Her thighs tensed, and her toes curled of their own accord. She felt a powerful building sensation, like a volcano about to erupt.

A second later, her new penis surged. The entire length jumped under the sheet as a pleasurable ache boiled up the length. Brit moaned involuntarily as a large wet spot formed at the tip of the tent in the sheet. Thick, pearly liquid burst through, splashing the floor in front of her.

Brit recognized the full-body tingles of her normal female orgasm; the stiffness in her nipples, her inner walls clenching and working rhythmically, her nectar soaking the spotted fur of her inner thighs. But it was accompanied by something new and more focused, and equally intense.

"B-Brit?! Are you okay?! What'd she do to you?!" Gina yelped in shock and concern.

"Stay where you are. She needs to learn her place," Neriel commanded, in a voice that brooked no disobedience.

Unable to stop herself, Brit tore the sheet from her body, her claws shredding the thin, silky fabric as if it wasn't even there. Freed into the open air, Britanny gasped as she watched her cock lurch violently, firing a powerful rope of pearly white liquid across the cell. This was accompanied by mind-rending, body-shaking pleasure. The thick goo drummed against the metal wall loudly, her shaft rippling as it pumped out of her.

Cheetah's legs buckled and she dropped to her hands and knees. Her tail thrashed back and forth as her hips thrust forward involuntarily. Her cum splashed in messy ribbons across her front, soaking the underside of her breasts. She drove forward again and again, stabbing her cock downward in time with each massive ejaculation. She could not stop herself, every gush accompanied by more pleasure than she thought possible.

Stryyp's orgasm usually left Cheetah drenched from head to toe, easily quarts of semen. Cheetah's orgasm was larger. She could not believe the sheer amount of cum bursting forth from her in powerful jets. Her breath came in short gasps and pants as her body shook in ecstasy. She could do nothing but ride the rising and falling waves of pleasure, unable to stop.

Minutes later, Britanny lay on her side, moaning and whimpering, utterly insensate. Her body trembled and shook as her erection finally spilled its last gushes onto the floor in front of her. She groaned, her eyes half-closed, while Gina stood and watched. The human's member twitched and dribbled with barely-restrained arousal, precum oozing from the slit; even as she looked down upon her sister with worry.

The force field dropped and Neriel stepped inside the cell, smirking. She leaned down over Britanny, grinning as she said, "...Well, that certainly calmed you down a little, didn't it?"

"Your new gifts came with figurative strings, of which the Gaoblin and we, the Family, hold the ends. You have both been infused with Dynasty symbiote nanites. We can control them with a mere thought," Neriel explained, prodding the half-conscious werecheetah with her foot.

"We can control you, paralyze you, make you have an incredibly powerful orgasm, as I just demonstrated... or keep you in a state of orgasm until your mind breaks," she elaborated, "I've done it before, but I'd prefer not to do it to such promising subjects as you two..."

Brit groaned and stirred, slowly coming to her senses as she sat up and wiped the semen from her face, coughing. Neriel smirked.

"Now, I suggest you both explore your new anatomy, and then rest... Tomorrow, we begin testing you..." she said. With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Britanny and Gina alone.

The human knelt beside her sister, asking, "Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine... I just... couldn't stop.... I've never felt anything like that before," Brit replied, shivering in the afterglow as her penis continued to drool messily onto the floor.

"Gina, what weirdness have you gotten us into?" Britanny asked after a moment.

"I don't know, but there's a better question, Brit..." Gina replied, "How are we going to get out of it?"

To be continued!