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This story commission was written for Shakal. It contains M/M sexual acts between consenting adults, as well as bondage, mind control and elements of transformation/growth. :3

Tiggiana Jones and the Shackles of Eternity

There were two kinds of people in this world. Problem solvers, and the people smart enough to let the problem solvers make their lives easier.

Rene watched as the runt of a tiger's hands moved carefully over the smooth temple wall, the white furred rabbit peering through a pair of binoculars from a nearby ridge overlooking the jungle clearing from which this temple was protruding. At first, he had been angry when he realised that he wasn't merely following his rival on some wild goose chase, ready to step in at the last minute and humiliate him by claiming to have gotten to the treasure... real or imagined... first.

Now though, he was glad that Tiggiana had beaten him to this location. That he had been smart enough to stay back, to be patient, and to see what it was that the feline was searching for in this mosquito ridden, hot and muggy hell-hole of a jungle. After all, fumbling over walls looking for secret doorways that surely did not exist was beneath a smart and talented archaeologist like him. It was exactly the sort of dumb, grubby-fingered work that an amateur like Tiggi would leap upon time and time again. Moron.

Through the binoculars, Rene's eyes widened barely a split-second later.

"N-no fucking way."

He stared. He watched as to his horror, to his amazement and almost admiration before he remembered who he was looking at, Tiggiana stood back as a deep rumbling echoed up from that jungle clearing and a whole section of the smooth ancient stonework simply pulled back, what once had appeared to be seamless walls now revealing themselves as the hidden doorway he had sought. Rene was back to his scowling disapproval before long though, for Tiggi showed none of the grace and decorum which should have befitted a true aficionado of history and ancient cultures. He didn't watch. Didn't observe and study as the door withdrew, but began to leap around before the door, jumping up and down upon his paws and throwing his hands skyward in obvious celebration of his own supposed genius.

The rabbit rolled his eyes through the binoculars, and snorted in derision which was definitely not tinged by jealousy and frustration. Nope. No way. Not at all.

He watched as Tiggiana gathered up his gear, spent a few minutes writing notes in a small leather-bound journal, and then with his hat clutched respectfully against his chest and a large mag-light clutched in the other, stepped forward and vanished into the darkness of the temple interior. Rene held his breath. He waited for the inevitable flood of leathery winged bats to pour forth. He waited for the distant, echoing scream of pain from the idiot who had decided to go it alone without anyone to act as booby trap fodder to go in before him. He waited for something, anything for a minute. Then two. Then five.

When the tiger failed to re-emerge however, the rabbit groaned in frustration as he realised something.

What if the idiot actually made it inside, and found something?

What if Tiggiana actively succeeded in his goals, and beat Rene to it because the bunny was playing it smart and waiting to see what happened.

"Dammit."

The rabbit pulled the binoculars away from his eyes and slipped them back into their case. Looking out over the forest canopy below, Rene figured it would take him at least ten minutes to climb down the rest of the rock face and navigate his way to the temple. That gave Tiggiana at least a fifteen minute head start. Fifteen minutes in which to get himself killed, or in a less optimistic scenario at least to disarm any traps which might have gotten in Rene's way. He smirked to himself, and began to climb down the cliff towards the jungle floor below. No matter the outcome, he trusted himself to be smart. To be ready for whatever the tiger could throw at him.

If he was unlucky, he might have to make use of the pistol on his belt and relieve Tiggi of whatever treasures he had already acquired. But, if fate was on his side today, Rene could already imagine far more pleasant ways that this little adventure could come to an end. If he was very, exceptionally lucky... he might even arrive just in time to see Tiggiana succumbing to some ancient trap, and find himself in the position of reaping all the rewards of the other archaeologist's efforts in the only smart way. With as little actual effort as possible.

***********

Tiggiana laughed, adrenaline flooded his system as he dodged past the last of the dart guns concealed within the temple corridor's walls. The final needle-like projectile, not metal but a shard of bone or perhaps a quill from a porcupine-like animal, rapped against the opposite wall of the temple just behind him, and he turned, panting and grinning, to examine it now that he was beyond that particular source of immediate danger.

Plucking the needle from the ground, Tiggiana chuckled as he regarded the glistening white substance, no doubt some fast acting toxin, shimmering upon its tip. He pulled a small vial from his leather bag and slipped the needle inside. When it came to exploration of ancient temple sites, there was only one smart way to do things. To give the maximum possible amount of effort in all respects. To examine and explore everything, and to retrieve as much evidence as possible for study after the fact. If he made it back out of this place alive, the toxin on that needle could give clues as to the builders of this temple. The species of animal from which the needle was taken would narrow it down geographically too, and that was important. It was important because thus far nothing which Tiggiana had seen about this place made any sense from a historical point of view.

The temple was ancient, yet it was in perfect condition. It looked old and run down, but... almost purposefully so. After all, if it were truly thousands of years old, the venom on those needles would long since have dried up. If it were thousands of years old the mechanisms through which the needles were fired would doubtlessly have fallen into disrepair. And perhaps most obviously of all as he looked at the ground beneath his footpaws, the stone tiles smooth and clean, if it were thousands of years old... why was there not so much as a speck of dust in this entire place?

Slowly, carefully, Tiggiana pushed on forward with those questions at the forefront of his mind. He didn't have to continue for long however before those queries were set aside by a more immediate, more important concern. He clutched his torch tighter within his grasp, and carefully flicked its bright light off for a moment. Just now he thought he had seen something up ahead, and as he shut off the light source, he was now sure of it. Up ahead, perhaps some fifty or so metres down this long and gently curved corridor, he could see flickering light. Not daylight through the tree canopy. Not some other entrance out from a different portion of the temple. The orange-red glow of fire.

Proceeding carefully, highly aware of any pressure differentials upon the tile below him and looking out for any of the myriad different trap designs that he had learned to identify and overcome through his many years of fieldwork, Tiggiana eventually found himself standing at the entranceway to the independently lit chamber beyond. There was no denying it now, he could not only see the flickering light of the fire reflected against the ground before him, he was close enough to hear the gentle hiss and roar of fire cast by oil-burning torches. Slowly, very much aware that if there were other people here they might well be protective of what could easily have been an ancient and holy site to their culture, Tiggiana stuck his head out into the room and looked around. He didn't speak, and he did not set foot into the room in case the ground was sacred. He had no desire to disrespect any culture's beliefs or traditions, and if someone saw him and made the slightest suggestion that he should leave, then he would do so without question.

But, there were no people in this chamber. No people, just torches in sconces upon the walls and further into the room, towards its centre, a series of stone braziers within a ring of pillars, themselves surrounding what looked like a raised area of carefully marked and crafted stone. A ritual area. An alter.

Tiggiana took a deep breath. He steadied himself, and took a moment to say a silent word of respect to any spirits, deities or ancestors which might have been guarding or inhabiting this place. Then he stepped forward, wincing slightly as one bare foot came to rest against the smooth stone floor. There was no reaction. No response from anyone or anything within the room. He removed his other foot from the corridor, and entered the chamber in his entirety. The tiger's small, lithe form remained tense, ready to leap back or dodge some trap at any moment. No such immediacy proved necessary though, and as he took another step, then another into the room, Tiggiana found himself confronted by yet another fact that simply didn't add up about this entire place.

He moved close to one torch upon the wall. Then another. And another.

They were all fresh. The bundled, oil-soaked cloth around their heads was still mostly intact, as though they had been lit mere seconds before. But, there was no-one else around to have lit them. And as Tiggiana waited for a minute, then another, then another and another beyond that, he found his eyes widening as they stared, watering with the effort of gazing into the flickering fire. The torches were burning, but... not naturally. For even now, minutes having passed by, the oil-soaked fabric by which they were lit was still just as intact as it had been before.

The tiger padded away from the sconces around the walls, and after examining the rectangular pillars surrounding that more central area of the room for any concealed traps of their own, he approached the brazier burning at the nearest edge of the alter. Tiggiana looked down into the stone-carved recess from which the flames were rising, and growled in a mixture of wonder and confusion. He had seen strange things before in ancient ruins. But... this, it was beyond any modern technology of which he was aware, never mind anything from hundreds or thousands of years ago, as much of this temple architecture suggested. There was nothing in the base of the brazier. Nothing visible at least producing the flames. Thus, either there was some sort of natural gas being fed up into the base, which had been lit and was burning constantly ever since, or... well, Tiggiana wasn't quite ready to out and out call it supernatural after just a few minutes of confusion, but it was most definitely a form of process or technology beyond his modern understanding, no matter how ancient.

Eventually however, even Tiggiana's interest in the ever-burning flames contained in this room could not match up to the curiosity and archaeological instinct that was ever present within the feline. He raised his head, and with a flicker of a smile cast through the burning brazier before him, glanced towards the alter with his full attention at long last.

It was relatively low against the ground, and relatively small too, about the size of a large body, certainly one larger than himself. The stone was the same as that which formed the walls and ceilings and floors and pillars of the rest of the room, just as smooth and flawless despite its apparent age within this jungle-surrounded and overgrown structure, and though it had slight groves and indentations marked across its surface, they appeared unstained, making Tiggi fairly certain that they had never been used for anything akin to ritual sacrifice. At least, not one from which blood draining was a consequence.

The three objects resting upon the alter however... they seemed somewhat out of place here. They looked as though they should have been housed upon some grand table with tapestries behind them. Or, to the tiger's mind, they looked as though they should have stood in pride of place at the centre of a museum exhibit.

'Mysteries of the Time-Lost Temple.'

He could see it now. Dozens of school children, teachers, members of the public, tourists all gathered around and looking at that set of golden jewellery. A pair of anklets, matching wrist bracers, and a jewelled, ornate piece of neck-wear too thick to be a necklace. More akin to a collar, almost. And below a description of where they were found, below photos of the site and an explanation of how he had come to find it, a black and white headshot of a very handsome tiger indeed.

Tiggiana grinned, and reached out for the golden treasure.

He plucked one wrist-band from the alter, carefully waiting to see if anything happened.

Nothing did.

He picked up the other one, and regarded them more closely. They were beautiful. Flawless in their simplicity, and... he chuckled softly. Almost exactly his size, too.

Rather guiltily, not an expression that was given reason to cross his face all that often, Tiggi looked around. He was a professional. He was an academic. He respected ancient cultures, their traditions, values and relics. But... could he resist the urge to try these on? Could anyone resist the urge to try on what might well have been the garb of some ancient empress or king or high member of the priesthood?

The twinky tiger blushed. Maybe some could have.

Maybe some... but not him.

He slipped one wrist-band on. Then the other, and without even pausing to admire them upon his body as though physically compelled to do so, he stepped up onto the alter and bent over to begin adorning himself in the anklets.

***********

Rene arrived at the edge of the chamber just in time to see Tiggiana examining the brazier, and within a few minutes the rabbit was watching the small, skinny tiger looking at the alter. He frowned in confusion as he saw the wondrous, giddy look upon the feline male's face. Was he missing something? Was there something he couldn't see from where he was currently standing? As far as Rene could tell, there was nothing of interest on the alter. Just some thick metal chains with black iron manacles at their ends, each one bound to a different section of the alter.

The more he waited and watched his insane idiot of a rival admire those iron restraints however, the more he began to wonder if Tiggi hadn't been pierced by one of those needles he had found as he followed in the tiger's wake, a trap already sprung by his unknowing advanced scout. He should have laughed. He should have wished for some popcorn to sit back and watch Tiggiana trip balls and spend the next few hours doting over nothing but solid iron as though it was shining gold and jewels. But... to his horror, to his absolute disgust, he actually found himself considering whether or not he should step in and help the tiger.

Of course, he didn't. He was smarter than that. But, the thought did cross his mind, to the rabbit's undeniable shame.

He just watched, smirking, one eyebrow raised as with an almost sexual moan of delight Tiggiana slipped on one of those rough, wrought iron manacles and closed it around his right wrist, then did the same with the other one, the chains clanking loudly as he stepped up onto the alter and began to affix the others to his ankles.

It was only as he wrapped the last of the metal manacles around his neck, as Rene was wishing that Tiggiana had found something of value before tying himself up and making himself so very, very easy to rob blind, that the situation changed.

The iron chains stretched out between the manacles themselves and the alter began to tremble, to quiver and jangle loudly. Tiggiana himself looked around in confusion, and though Rene couldn't see what the tiger had or had not been seeing, the way that the tiger was suddenly looking down at his wrists and ankles made the rabbit rather certain that whatever state he had been locked into, he was no longer. What happened next however, neither of them could have possibly predicted.

With a yowling cry, Tiggiana was lifted clean off the ground as the manacles and their chains began to glow. Like living serpents the chains rose up until the tiger was flat on his back, legs and arms spread out in the same arrangement as the alter beneath him. A white glow began to shine in the air around the tiger. It grew brighter and brighter, it flickered and seemed to spark, and as Tiggi cried out in shock and confusion, Rene could only watch in stunned disbelief as an explosion of pure white energy tore Tiggiana to shreds.

No.

Wait...

The rabbit blinked. Frowned, and stared. He had seen the tiger's clothes tearing, ripping, melting as though being burned away by a white hot inferno. And yet... there he was. Tiggiana, utterly unharmed, un-singed even as he continued to glow faintly with a white radiance, though now entirely naked and devoid of clothes.

Slowly, gently, the chains holding Tiggi aloft began to pull downward. To lower the male's naked and trembling form down to the alter itself, and as they did so the glow surrounding Tiggiana faded. At least, it faded in part. In one particular place however, the glow intensified. It burned brighter and brighter, until within the male's eyes there was nothing left but a blazing white hot fire.

"Aaahh..."

Rene heard Tiggiana cry out, but not in pain.

"A-aahhhh... god! Ohhh god!"

The rabbit's eyes widened, and he felt his cheeks flushing beneath his pale fur as he watched Tiggiana begin to writhe and buck against the alter, the twinky tiger's lean, not hugely impressive cock standing bolt upright from his crotch and throbbing, twitching, straining visibly as he cried out again and again. Rene watched in stunned wonder as the tiger thrashed and roared in what was obviously extreme pleasure, as he cried out mindlessly with his eyes glowing and his cock twitching, drooling pre-cum all over its pink, achingly hard length. The rabbit had never seen anything like it. Never heard of any trap or chemical capable of doing something this overwhelmingly intense to a person before. And the more he watched, the more he stared and blushed and felt his own cock hardening within the confines of his clothes at the sight of his rival's unrestrained, uncontrolled lust, the more Rene realised that incredible and impossible a sight as this was... it was still only the beginning of what was happening to Tiggiana.

Over the next hour, Tiggi grew.

At first alone his body began to swell. His lean frame grew toned, then began to thicken as his muscles stretched and sprouted as if fuelled by the fire burning in his eyes. His cock grew, too. His balls swelling beneath as the length and breadth of his member grew ever more impressive. He went from a mere five inches of skinny, twinky cock to six. Seven. Eight inches with no sign of the growth stopping yet. And it was then, perhaps twenty or thirty minutes after he had begun to writhe and thrash in constant but as yet unsatisfied pleasure, that Tiggiana felt a hand come to rest trembling against his throbbing, achingly needy member.

Bulging eyes blazing with white fire stared up over his growing, ever more powerful body, and saw between his legs a figure kneeling, cast in shadow by the brazier burning behind him.

Rene moaned softly, but his voice was steady and taunting as he gripped the tiger's cock and gave it a firm squeeze, pre-cum bursting like a fountain from its tip.

"Look at you. Idiot. S-slut. What kind of archaeologist are you? What kind of archaeologist gets themselves into a situation like this? What kind of archaeologist would ever l-let themselves be distracted from the work they're doing by playing dress-up. What were you seeing then, anyway? Or... were you not even seeing anything at all? Maybe you just saw those chains, and knew that you had to live out all those bondage fantasies that probably dwell in that dirty, dumb mind of yours."

No matter how mocking he may have been behaving towards Tiggiana of course, there was no denying that Rene was himself rock hard as he continued to stroke the other archaeologist's cock and watch wide eyed as the man before him grew larger and stronger with each passing moment. The bunny moaned, shuddering in lust as he reached down with his free hand and squeezed Tiggiana's balls, then immediately moved his paw over to rub and squeeze his own far smaller package through his tented khakis.

"F-figures... you'd be the one to find this place. You're an idiot, but a lucky idiot. And now... look at you. God, just... look. Do you know what I'd give for a body like that? A-and... you just stumble into it. You get the body. The cock. E-everything... and... I could have had it too. I could have been here first. But I had to be smart. I had to be sensible, and trust that you'd get yourself killed before you could claim your prize. How are you so lucky, Tiggi?! And why is it t-that right now... when I've never hated you more... all I can think about is how I'm only stroking your big, thick, hot cock, instead of licking it. Or... or f-fucking riding myself raw on it."

Within minutes, Rene wasn't talking any more. He was too busy suckling upon the huge cock between his soft, eager lips. Flicking his tongue over the tip and gulping down muzzleful after muzzleful of sweet, rich pre-cum while wondering how the hell Tiggiana was holding on this long. He worked the tiger harder, he squeezed and rubbed and fondled Tiggiana's balls while slurping and suckling as greedily and skillfully as he knew how, and the more he did so, the more Tiggi thrashed and roared and bucked his hips... but still did not cum.

By the time that first hour had passed, Tiggiana now so large in stature that he filled up the alter entirely with his powerful studly form, Rene knew that whatever unnatural force was causing the tiger to grow in size was also responsible for preventing him from cumming. There was no way any man could last this long. Not against him. Not against his skilled paws and muzzle. But... that didn't mean he planned on stopping. Far from it.

Indeed, soon the tiger was roaring and grunting in anguished ecstasy as Rene's tight, twinky body sank down around his cock. The rabbit moaned and whimpered as he was filled up by the huge member of his rival, but despite the one being fucked he was grinning from ear to ear, still very much aware of the power he wielded before his bound and helpless lover.

"A-ahh... c'mon. What's wrong, Tiggi? Can't cum?"

He rocked and humped himself against the powerful male, eyes rolling back into his head as he watched Tiggiana drooling and groaning in unabashed desperation while feeling his prostate being pounded by that incredible thick cock.

"Don't you wanna let it all out? Pour all that cum out into my tight ass? C'mon... do it. Cum in me. Cum..."

He wasn't begging. He wasn't pleading for the tiger to cum in him. He was taunting him, teasing him, seeking to drive the other archaeologist ever more wild and unrestrained as Tiggiana was forcibly edged by a combination of his touch and whatever it was that the manacles and the alter to which he was bound were doing.

Huffing and whimpering, it wasn't much longer at all before Rene felt his own orgasm building, and with a devilishly giddy grin spread across his flushed and pleasure stricken face he moaned to the buff tiger once more.

"You can't do it, can you? I... aaahh... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot my load just from feeling your cock stretching my ass and hammering my prostate. I d-don't need to touch myself. I don't need any help, and you... w-with my hot, tight bunny ass stretched all around your big, thick cock... it doesn't help at all. You have the perfect body. T-the perfect cock... but you still can't cum. It must be torture. It must be agony to be so close... to be so ready."

Tiggiana roared, thrashed and snarled within his restraints, but could do nothing more. He couldn't do anything but let the intense need to cum crash over him, unrelenting and building ever more potent and savage and impossibly desperate with each passing second. Every time Rene bounced upon him, every time the bunny's tight ass squeezed against his cock, every last cell and fibre of Tiggiana's being knew that he was about to cum. That he was going to cum. That he had to cum.

And yet... he didn't. He remained locked, trapped on the very brink, not just teetering upon it but desperate to fall, yet hanging, tied and unable to escape, by the tip of one twitching toe just forcing him to hold on.

"Yes! A-aahhfuck, T-Tiggi... I..._ yes _!"

Tiggiana's body bucked and shuddered as he heard Rene cry out, and mere moments later felt hot, thick cum raining down over his buff, white furred torso while the rabbit let loose. Rene's body bounced and bucked upon the tiger's huge cock throughout his orgasm, draining his balls of every drop they possessed as his prostate continued to be rubbed and pleasured to perfection by the throbbing shaft within his tight, twinky ass. He wailed and moaned happily, all frustration and rivalry with the tiger momentarily forgotten and forgiven as Tiggiana granted him one of the most spectacular orgasms of his life.

And then, just as he was beginning to come down from that almighty high, Rene heard something over the tiger's constant snarls of lust and his own ragged, heavy breathing.

A metallic tinkling, accompanied by a more rocky crumbling sound.

He looked down, towards the source of those noises as identified by his sharp, twitching ears, and moaned in confusion.

The chains affixing Tiggiana to the alter were falling away. Rusting, breaking, crumbling before his eyes. He only had a moment to look at them, then another to look back at the tiger himself, then his eyes bulged. His gaze met with Tiggiana's own, and within the feline explorer's burning white eyes, he saw a renewed intensity. A renewed heat. A flame glowing so bright and hot it went beyond white, and began to burst forth as a pale blue flickering of ethereal fire as Tiggiana tossed back his head, roared in pure and maddeningly intense ecstasy, and began to cum.

"_Yes! Yes _! T-take it! Aaaaaahhhhhh take every drop!"

Free from his chains, though still with the manacles wrapped around his ankles, wrists and the collar around his neck, Tiggiana rolled himself over, pinned Rene to the alter beneath him with his far more large and powerful body, and began to hump the bunny savagely as he felt the hot cum already pouring its way out of his cock. He just kept going harder, faster, striving to somehow press deeper even when he was bottomed out entirely inside the rabbit, and though he could feel cum gushing from his cock in quantities far beyond anything his body should have been capable of producing even now in its far more huge and abundantly virile form, he could feel absolutely no sign of it beginning to slow or lessen.

Face down against the alter, gurgling and blushing and whimpering in pure pleasure as he was fucked and filled so completely that Rene would have begged the tiger to keep going if only he'd had the breath to do so, the rabbit soon realised just how good being pounded this way was making him feel. Tiggiana might have been the one cumming as his body moved with unnatural haste and force, and his eyes burned with otherworldly fire, but Rene could feel his own second peak building as he was filled to overflowing by the thick ribbons of Tiggi's ceaseless cum. He scrabbled and clawed at the alter beneath him. He writhed and squirmed and wriggled as the tiger shamelessly and ceaselessly humped him towards fresh rapture. He was so close. He might have cum mere minutes before, but that didn't matter. He was on the verge of an orgasm that would put the first one to shame. The most sensational climax of his life. He was so close. So close.

"G-gonna..."

He gurgled mindlessly to the tiger snarling and fucking him.

"Gonna!!"

It was at that moment he felt something heavy and cold snap into place around his wrists. Around his ankles. Around his neck where it lay against the alter. Instinctively, he pulled his arms away. Instead of free movement however, he felt the jarring sensation of restraint as heavy iron chains rattled between him and the alter from which they had sprung anew.

Rene's body was already bare, having stripped clean before mounting Tiggiana. His eyes however began to glow, and he could feel the heat, feel the light emanating from within as his mind was consumed by pleasure. By the need to cum. A need that had been so within reach before, but now...

"Gonna cum! P-please... let me... make me!"

With his coherence already melting away under the intensity of the pleasure surging through him the twinky rabbit wailed in desperate bliss and frustration all at once. He was still locked right on the edge of orgasm as Tiggiana continued to pound and fill his ass, but now the bunny found himself utterly unable to get over that final tiny fraction of a hurdle. Before it had seemed so close. So easy to seal the deal. But now... now he was an eternity away, no matter how far over the edge his body was hanging.

He could feel his whole being shaking with pleasure. He could feel something welling up inside himself. A great, almighty, almost divine force burning in his bones and blood. Strengthening him. Making him bigger. Better than he had been.

He felt Tiggiana humping him, filling him with cum that seemed endless in its abundance, and as he wailed and shuddered beneath the studly tiger's constant and passionate fucking, he heard Tiggiana's voice address him for the first time since he had revealed himself to the then trapped and helpless feline. His voice was deeper than before. More filled with rumbling base, intense and powerful. It made him want to cum even harder just hearing it, but still, he couldn't.

"Join me, Rene."

Tiggiana's hips slapped loudly, sloppily against the white rabbit's backside, cum flooding out of his over-filled, overflowing ass every bit as fast as the tiger was still pumping it in.

"Grow with me. L-let... let the temple's light fill you, so that you might guard it alongside me. Now, and forever."

And in his rapid descent into blissful madness, as Rene swore he could already feel his own modest, twinky cock beginning to grow, the rabbit wailed back.

"Anything. Anything , T-Tiggi! Just... please... please, let me cum!"

By Jeeves

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