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[b][u][center]Converting or Converted?

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Khamerernebty was all but fed up with this journey. She and her companion, Bintabast, had left Egypt over two months ago with the trade caravans, and had been trying to spread the word of their goddess for nearly that same amount of time. So far, they hadn’t had much in the way of luck.

Admittedly, part of that was down to her own…issues…regarding the folk that they encountered. The further from Egypt they traveled, the less like the cultural hub around the Nile the various cultures were. She had gone from seeing men and women that worshiped regularly to seeing other men and women that barely seemed to grasp the concept of what gods were, who believed that their crude idols and shrines were enough for them.

It was a futile task to try and bring them into the fold, but Bintabast continued to push for them to continue, and Khamerernebty was forced to go along with it, if only for the fact that she was the weaker of the two of them.

They sat in the back of a covered wagon as the trade caravan traversed the mountains far to the east of their homeland, and she sighed as she lowered her head into her hands again. Her taller companion chuckled.

“What’s the matter? Missing home again?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Not really. We have been blessed with wondrous…variety.”

Khamerernebty rolled her eyes, not wanting to think about what her companion had been doing every night. For all that she had been trying to convert other people, Bintabast had been doing her ‘preaching’ in a very different way. The moans and groans from the shadows beneath the wagons every night had told her what her fellow traveler had been doing to spread the word of Bast.

She understood; Bast was a goddess of fertility as much as she was a goddess of music and dance, but this was ridiculous. It was like Bintabast had decided to use this journey as an excuse to be a total whore, and no more.

It would have been a disgrace to Bast if it hadn’t been what allowed them to keep going. The food that the caravan allowed them to have came from the stores of what they were able to buy and trade, and those that fucked Bintabast were quite willing to trade at good prices.

The slender woman across from her in the wagon smiled at her, gently guiding her hair towards the back of her head and a long, knotted style that would keep it together when they stopped for the night and she began her dance for the men, and women. She doubted that it would stay up for long, but she knew that it helped her companion dance when it was pulled back.

She, on the other hand…

Well, she was trying not to lose the marks on her face that she had so carefully applied during the journey, dabbing her forehead and along the corners of her eyes as sweat threatened to wipe it away as the days got hotter. She had expected it to get cooler outside of Egypt, but there had been no such luck.

As she reached up to dab her head again, she caught a flicker out of the corner of her eye. She twisted her head down, and glared at the hint of a tail that was starting to slide out from behind Bintabast, pointing at it.

“Change back. No turning until we know it’s safe.”

“Come ooooon. It’s not like anyone peeps on the women’s wagon while we’re traveling,” Bintabast said, chuckling. “And if they do, I’d prefer them to see something different than that.”

“You are insatiable.”

“Of course. Such is part of the worship of Bast.”

“And the way to get us killed, if you aren’t careful,” Khamerernebty said, shaking her head. “Just…change back. You can change later, after your dance…in private…”

“You would be a better devotee if you changed more often, you know. It’s not like anyone would judge such a cute kitten as yourself.”

Her cheeks burned almost immediately, and it took everything she had to keep from curling in on herself.

The pair of them were both were-cats, with Bintabast having the form of a cheetah, and herself the form of a serval when they transformed. The were-cheetah enhanced the already-slender, already-tall body that Bintabast had, and it made her all the more desirable to those that liked her form. For Khamerernebty, on the other hand…

Well, turning into a serval actually made her that little bit smaller, and she already had little height to work with. The fact that her curves were all the more understated, the fact that she had massive ears to grab attention rather than womanly shapes, and the fact that she almost looked childish from the way that her body was proportioned…Well, it really did make her look like a kitten. And that wasn’t something that she particularly liked.

She rubbed her cheeks, trying to get the burning embarrassment out of them, but it was tricky to say the least. She managed to make herself feel less embarrassed, at least, and that would have to do.

She was just about to dab away a bit more of the constantly-produced moisture on her forehead when there was a sudden thump outside. Bintabast blinked, her tail disappearing as fast as it had appeared, and the tall woman walked to the edge of the wagon.

“What’s going on?” Bintabast called through the slit.

“Negotiating passage, ma’am,” someone else called back. “There’s a raider clan up here, and we want to make sure that they’ll let us through safely.”

“Oooh. Tell them that we will dance for them tonight.”

“Bintabast!” Khamerernebty bit back her yelp. “We are not –”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And just like that, the offer was being sent. She could hardly believe that she had been volunteered like that. She was still staring open-mouthed at the were-cheetah as the other woman sat down again, grinning like the cat who’d got the cream.

“How could you do that?”

“Can’t you smell it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been in the wagon too long,” Bintabast said, shaking her head. “Smell the air. It’s thick with it.”

Khamerernebty arched an eyebrow, but did as she was asked. She tilted her head back, sniffed the air –

“Oh…oh…”

“Yeah…there’s one of our kind out there,” Bintabast said, grinning. “Another were is out there…”

“…”

“We’re getting laid tonight.”

“We are not here to get laid. We’re here to preach.”

“Say that when you see him.”

#

[i]…Okay, we’re getting laid tonight,[/i] Khamerernebty thought, staring at the big man as he came down with the rest of his tribe. [i]We are SO getting laid tonight.[/i]

Not that she could think that without blushing, but there it was. She stared at the big, muscular man as he hopped down from his mount, looking at her and Bintabast before the rest of the caravan. He was a tall man, probably just topping six feet, and he had a sheen to him that was either oil or sweat, it was hard to tell. He was shirtless with a turban on his head, and her eyes just devoured every bit of exposed skin, leaving her blushing worse as she realized how wanton she was starting to be.

It might have been permitted by Bast, but that didn’t make it easier to permit it of herself, particularly with other people around.

“You are welcome at my fires,” the stranger said. “I am known as Raja. You will join me tonight with your dance?”

There was a slight wiggle in his eyebrows to go with his knowing smile, and Khamerernebty knew that he meant the word ‘dance’ differently than they did. That did not help her blush in the slightest, and she nudged Bintabast to speak for her.

“Yes, oh Raja,” the other woman said, bowing her head. “We look forward to dancing and sharing our goddess with you.”

“And I look forward to gracing you with the chance to allow me to experience her through you.”

There was so much double meaning that it hurt, and she didn’t know how much more of a blush her face could take. It already felt like her cheeks were burnt under the sun of great Egypt, and the fact that she wanted to do this…goddess, that was new. That was very, very new for her, and she pressed her thighs together to try and hide it.

Raja looked past them to the caravan drivers, and he barked something in a different language than their native Egyptian or the trade language that the caravan drivers had been using. There was something spoken, something agreed, and then he looked back at them.

“You will stay with me and mine tonight. We will have a gathering, and in the morning, you may leave.”

“And…if we…”

Khamerernebty didn’t know what she was going to say, but she stumbled over her words worse than a kitten over yarn. She blushed worse as she realized just how out of her depth she was, and bit off the moan that was trying to come past her lips. It was embarrassing enough that her sex was wet beneath her dress.

Thankfully, Bintabast finished the question for her.

“And if we would prefer to rest with the caravan?” the taller woman asked.

“Then you will be giving up a night with myself, wouldn’t you?” Raja smiled. “It will be your choice, but I trust you to make the right one for the sake of hospitality and…companionship.”

He bowed his head, gesturing for several mounts to be brought forward for them. Bintabast and Khamerernebty looked at each other, then succumbed to the inevitable, getting on the horses as the rest of the bandit clan did the same. This was a place where the smaller woman felt more in her element, and she allowed herself a small smile as they rode higher into the mountains.

#

It turned out that Raja was hardly the only were in his tribe. They weren’t entirely made of those that could change their form, but there were many of them, and the humans that were in the minority were thralls and slaves, unable to leave and spread the secret to other settlements. Raja himself was a weretiger, which explained his muscles to the smaller woman.

Khamerernebty shook her head as they sat around the great fire on the side of the mountain, looking up at the stars and down at the fires of the caravan further down the slope. On either side of them, other werecats were dancing, throwing their hips from side to side in rapid shimmies, and then bringing their other curves into play, showing off their bodies from head to toe, tail to tip.

It wasn’t a bad view, she had to admit, but it wasn’t what she had been expecting when it came to preaching the word and belief of Bast. She could tell that Bintabast was more than willing to jump in and have fun with the dancing girls, but every time that the other woman stirred, she pulled her back down, making sure that they remained where they sat on either side of Raja.

Speaking of him, he was leaned back behind them, reclining as he watched the dancing girls and their furry display of their curves and their bodies. He chuckled to himself, looking between her and Bintabast.

“I believe that the pair of you wished to spread the word of your goddess. Would you like to start?” he asked.

“I will,” Khamerernebty said, clearing her throat and turning around. Her white robe draped over her shoulders and over her lap. She opened her mouth –

“Not like that,” Raja said, holding up his hand.

“…What?”

“You are priestesses of Bast, yes?”

“That is what we’ve said, yes.”

“Then preach with your body.”

“…”

Khamerernebty could hardly believe her ears. For all that she definitely had the willingness to lay with this man, she couldn’t believe that was how he wanted to hear the words of her goddess. The very idea –

“I’m up for it,” Bintabast said.

“Bintabast!”

“Oh, come on. I’ve been smelling you begging for it ever since you saw him,” the other woman said, slowly stripping off her robe and tossing it to the side, revealing her dark skin and pleasurable curves. “Just live a little and enjoy it.”

“Your friend speaks truly,” Raja said with a chuckle. “And is quite lovely to the eye. Are you so lovely?”

“…some would say so,” she whispered.

“Then allow me to be one of them. Strip, please.”

“…You are cursed with good looks.”

“You’ve seen them all day. Let me see yours.”

She couldn’t believe that she was about to do this, but the whole thing was out of her control, now. Khamerernebty had little choice but to at least give it a try, and that…that, she had to admit, she wanted to do.

The young woman pulled at her robes, gradually opening them and sliding out. The cool mountain air immediately had her nipples stiffening, and she blushed as the little nubs stood out on her chest. She wanted to cross her arms and hide them, but she knew that would only make her feel that much more embarrassed in the long run. She shivered as she slowly brought her arms down to her side, looking down at the ground.

[i]Oh Bast, why…[/i]

Her cheeks burned all the hotter as she could feel Raja looking her over, and wondered what he would say. Her thighs pressed together all the tighter, her cheeks feeling like little suns, her toes curling behind her as she tried not to just display herself, to have some dignity. She glanced to her side, looking at Bintabast –

And immediately slapped a hand over her eyes. The other woman was already masturbating, fingering herself to the show.

“Must you?”

“Well, we’re going to be doing more, soon,” Bintabast said with a chuckle. “There’s no reason to hold back now.”

“She’s not incorrect, young one. Now, if you will change, so will I.”

“…” Khamerernebty whimpered. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“I can,” Bintabast said.

“Shut up.”

She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the other two transforming, at least, not yet. She didn’t want to be any more distracted than she already was, and she was plenty distracted right at that point.

As soon as she let go her control, she could feel the change begin, the fur strands of the goddess’s blessing running down her arms and along her hands, along the backs of her legs and along her spine. The tickling feeling of the fur coming through her flesh, replacing her hair with proper, thicker strands, she felt a little bit closer to the goddess, reminded that she was special. Khamerernebty smiled slightly through the transformation, letting herself relax as the fur crept up and along her back, over and around her shoulders, down her arms and legs.

Her fingers flexed as she felt the change running down her hands, feeling her digits thicken slightly, but only slightly. After all, servals were not large animals, and did not have the larger paws of some of the bigger cats.

The pressure of her fingers rubbing against each other was followed by the warmth of her pads growing in, a soft roughness that popped up along her palms and fingers. She kept her eyes closed, savoring the feeling rather than the sight, enjoying the hardening sensation of her claws popping in along her fingers, her hands slowly morphing into something that was quite a bit more inhuman than she ever could be.

As her thighs warmed from the fur spreading from the back of her legs to the inner swathes of skin, she felt the soft prickles sweeping in towards her sex. The feeling of the change down there was always so itchy and yet pleasant, so strange and yet enjoyable. She moaned under her breath, curling her toes a little as the furs sprouted along her lower lips, feeling them getting wetter and wetter.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, looking down at her chest. Her breasts had always been small, and while the transformation helped them grow a bit, it didn’t do anything to make them look big. Not the way that some of the werelions did, or other big cats. White fur spread across her chest, turning tan and creamy with spots along her collarbone and up her neck. The black spots and cream fur spread along the rest of her body, running along her sides and arms, and along her back and thighs. She smiled as she reached up, cupping her breasts, almost forgetting that there were others around her.

Almost.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Bintabast slowly pulling out her tail, stroking her hands down her back and then along the emerging limb. Her spots were already thick and heavy along her back and sides, and her slightly more bristly fur was already very present. Her ears were slowly moving up along the sides of her head, and despite the popping, cracking sounds of her feet turning to paws, she was getting to her feet, dancing in imitation of the women around them.

Keeping her eyes mostly closed, Khamerernebty turned her attention to Raja. He was already mostly transformed, as well, his fur crossing his body, his height even greater than it had been in human form. He would tower over her by almost three feet, now, and his cock…

She blushed as she saw it between his legs, watching as fur and flesh knitted together to form a sheath for his shaft. It was large enough on its own to be intimidating, but as it grew, it only grew more so. Her sex dampened further as she imagined how that thing would feel, barbs and all, inside of her.

[i]Bast. Remember. You are here to preach of Bast.[/i]

He was the first person that was interested, though a part of her knew that she was just fooling herself. He didn’t want to hear about the goddess. He just wanted two sensual werecats to dance for him.

She closed her eyes again, focusing on the popping feelings going through her legs, her bones shifting slightly, her ankles starting to rise up and her heel shifting to a subtly different role. The balls of her feet expanded, becoming soft paws, and her toes fattened, some of them absorbing bits and pieces from the other as they became more like proper feline toes rather than human ones.

Her back cracked, and she grunted as she felt the start of a tail running out of the base of her spine. She had to lean forward, resting her head against her legs, showing off some of her flexibility as her spine continued to lengthen and grow. A tail that was as spotted as the rest of her slowly pushed out, gracing her rump with a soft, flexible whip of a tail.

Her claws dug into her legs as she felt the last of the prickly bits of her fur grow in, followed by her ears slowly rising up along the sides of her head. They always itched a bit as they grew in, becoming longer and more flexible. There was something to the way that the muscles grew in before the ears did that always gave her a slight headache, but it faded quickly as her ears grew in.

She opened her eyes again as her muzzle started growing, doing her best to ignore the other two werecats that were beside her, knowing that she’d only grow more aroused. If she got any more embarrassed with what was going on, she was sure that she’d end up screwing up the transformation, somehow. It just felt like that sort of night.

As her muzzle pushed out, her mouth and nose melting together to form a smaller, softer mouth, she felt her teeth growing in. Soft fangs that became harder, sharper, sharper than any words she might have said. She patted her mouth as it all came in, flexing her jaw a few times to make it pop and clear up any space that it had left.

Finally done, she looked up, and found both Bintabast and Raja staring at her. She blushed.

“What?”

“You look better than I thought you would,” Bintabast said.

“Mmmph…don’t lie to me,” she muttered.

“I’m not lying. I haven’t actually seen you transform naked before.”

“That’s because I usually avoid the orgies…”

“You have orgies?” Raja asked.

“Lots of them, honestly,” Bintabast said. “It’s part of the faith, really. Gives us all the chance to bear kittens.”

“A noble goal.”

“Heh, care to try and give us some tonight? You look like you could praise Bast with the best of them,” the werecheetah said, rubbing her hand along his thigh.

“I will be giving my all…but not to just one of you.”

Khamerernebty blinked, looking up.

“What do you mean? You have enough…stamina…for both of us?” the were-serval asked.

“Oh, it is not a matter of stamina, though I have that in plenty. Rather, it is a matter of…positioning.”

Bintabast and Khamerernebty looked to one another, blinking in confusion. They had both been in various encounters with different werecats before, but it had always been with the idea that there would be many males on a single female. The idea that there was a male that might believe himself capable of satisfying two women at once was a new thing to them.

Perhaps there were places outside of Egypt that were less barbaric, after all.

“What do we need to…”

Despite her curiosity and her arousal – a warm, wet thing that she didn’t feel nearly often enough, apparently – Khamerernebty couldn’t quite bring herself to ask directly what they needed to do. For that matter, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to look down at Raja’s groin since the full transformation. She was almost afraid of what she’d see, not sure if she would be able to handle it.

The weretiger smiled at her, his whiskers bouncing slightly.

“I will lay back. Your friend, elegant as she is, will take a seat upon my face, and I will bring her bliss with the touch of my tongue. You, on the other hand, will ride me…and I will guide you for a proper pace.”

Ride him. That broke the spell that kept her from looking down, and she did. And immediately, she stared, her eyes widening.

His cock was massive, particularly compared to her smaller body. There was no getting around the fact that she was sized much differently than him, her height less, her hips narrow compared to his muscular set, and her sex…

Well, she stared at his shaft, and she imagined that he might just fit…if he forced it…

[i]Oh, Bast…[/i]

She leaned in towards him, her eyes locked on that massive barbed cock. It looked almost as big as her forearm, and that was saying something. She slowly moved between his spread legs, and she laid her arm against his cock.

It was as big as her arm.

“Oh…my…”

“I know you can take it. We are hardy creatures, after all,” Raja said with a smile. “Now, come here…I will make you feel things that you have never felt before.”

“If I can feel things ever again after this…”

Despite her own fear and discomfort, she allowed herself to be guided onto his lap. She could hardly believe this was happening, let alone that she was going to be filled with that massive shaft. Bintabast had already taken her position, rolling her hips forward to press her sex against the weretiger’s mouth, and she moaned happily.

“Ooooh, he’s got a good tongue, Khamerernebty…he really does…”

“Lucky you…”

“Oh, don’t say that. I envy you. You will be taking something Bast herself would envy.”

[i]And Bast herself would struggle with,[/i] she thought, looking over her shoulder at the massive shaft that was sliding between her legs, up under her tail. [i]Goddess, will I even be able to walk after this?[/i]

Yet, was there a choice now? Her body felt more in control than her mind or soul, and her body wanted [i]something.[/i] That cock was something.

She felt the big hands of the weretiger grab her, and choice went out of the equation. She was pulled back until she was sliding back along the curve of his cock, sliding her pussy down towards the head. It raked along her lower lips, curled up, and then –

“Ah!”

Khamerernebty yelped like a kitten being pulled from the cream, only this time, she was getting exactly what she wanted. His hands were firm, his grip iron, and he pulled her down his cock as if she was his possession. There was something to it, something powerful to the sense of losing control, that she had never known she wanted. Her mouth hung open, a soft, raspy mewl coming from between her lips as she was dragged ever lower on that thick shaft.

Bit by bit, she came down to the base, and the barbs inside were conditioning her, changing her, warping her pussy. She was gaping by the time that he hilted inside of her, her belly stretched forward as his cock claimed her womb as much as it did anything else. She could barely breathe, and yet, at the same time, she could hardly believe how good it felt, how much it finally satisfied her.

And more than that, he didn’t let her stay there. Somehow, Raja had the presence of mind to not just keep licking at Bintabast – something that was going incredibly well, from the sounds of things – but also keep moving her up and down his cock. She moaned out loud every time that he moved her so much as an inch, and his huge cock kept pulling at her tiny insides, dragging along her sex, making it feel like she might turn inside-out if he ever moved her too quickly.

The world started fading away. It was almost like her meditative trances back home, but this was focused entirely on the pleasure between her legs. Not in service to Bast, but for the first time, service to herself. She could feel every bit of it, every bit of him rubbing between her legs, his sheer girth grinding on her clit, the barbs – oh goddess, the barbs – giving her the attention and stimulation that she had never thought she’d feel. Her head rocked back, and she helplessly gave herself to his control.

Up, down, up, down, up, down, each push and pull making her reacquaint herself with that cock again. His barbs were almost like a poison to her, taunting her, breaking her, making it painful but making her want it all the more. The little wereserval took everything that had, and wanted more, her toes curling and her tail thrashing.

“Oh, goddess, his tongue is so good, and it’s going so…so deep…”

“Ugh…ah…ah…” was all that Khamerernebty could say in response.

And they weren’t even done. Not even close, as he started picking up speed, slamming her down faster, harder, further than ever before. She was taking it up to the hilt and then some, feeling his sac slap against her ass every time that she came down. Thought fled. All that mattered was pleasure, pleasure and cock.

Khamerernebty panted as she was bounced up and down, up and down, her small breasts rising and falling with each passage up and down his cock. Raja used her, and he used her hard. Her mouth hung open, her short tongue sticking out as her eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy was abused. This was not the use that a priestess of Bast should be put to, but she craved it, more than was seemly.

Bintabast sucked on her tongue in a wet, messy kiss, but she barely noticed. All of her attention was on the hands at her waist and the cock inside of her. It was the cock of a god, a godly, studly man that was making her feel like a goddess herself.

“Ah…ah…”

“Let it go,” Bintabast whispered fondling her breasts. “Let it go, and feel the pleasure again…”

Whatever Khamerernebty wanted to do, it was cut short by the sudden explosion of pleasure that came from inside. The latest thrust went right into her womb, opening her from pussy to core, and she could not resist. She arched her back, and she came, and hard.

As her pussy clenched down on the cock inside of her, as she felt the sudden pleasure of Bintabast in the way the werecheetah gripped at her chest, as she felt the sudden warmth in her that was pre-cum flowing into her depths, she could not help but moan more. She prayed to Bast, gasping for protection for her womb, but she did not know if the goddess was listening to her anymore.

For that matter, she didn’t know if she wanted Bast to protect her from kittens. A cock this good deserved them.

And he hadn’t stopped. Even as she came, she was still riding up and down, her arms and legs limb as noodles, only the sheer size of his cock keeping her from collapsing. Bintabast was moaning out loud, her spotted companion wobbling back and forth as her pussy was worshiped from below. She panted, her hands coming down on the weretiger’s stomach, supporting her and keeping her upright.

“Ah…ah…”

“So…good,” Bintabast whispered.

“Nnngh…” Khamerernebty moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head again as she felt another climax coming. “Can’t…can’t take…it…”

“For Bast…take it…”

For Bast. They were supposed to be converting. They were supposed to be bringing others to worship their goddess, and here they were, helpless to this mountain stud. She knew that they weren’t going to convert him tonight, but, maybe, just maybe, they could do it if they stayed here for another night…

Or two…

Or a week…

However long as necessary to bring this great stud into the fold, so that they didn’t have to give him up…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Khamerernebty, a follower of Bast, is on a journey with a friend named Bintabast, and they are trying to convert others to the worship of their cat goddess. Not a lot of luck so far, but once they cross the border to India, they find someone that might be willing…

Tags: M/F/F, transformation, human, werecat, tiger, serval, cheetah, vaginal, oral, cunnilingus, orgasm, threesome, stud, size difference, barbs,