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Kapson and Marshall lead the team of archaeologists into the temple, their time finally come to enter. The dig team had been outside the place for who knows how long, getting everything together in order to enter without disturbing the place or making any serious mistakes. Everything had finished being in order earlier in the day, but they then had to gather their cameras and supplies to enter the place with.

They made their way through the dark area, flashlights shining on a variety of different paintings on the walls of the place. Kapson thought they looked very similar to some things that his parents had made themselves-which wasn't surprising since this place had been quite important to his ancestors. Marshall's, too, but they had left the area long before and lost touch even more so than Kapson's family.

There wasn't much known about the place now. A lot of the various writings and meanings of pieces they saw were lost over centuries of hardship and strife. It had only been fairly recently that their community had the resources to return to areas like this; quite isolated from where they lived and worked due to some difficult paths and extreme weather. Still, perhaps some traditions in their families could be explained by this place.

They came to a large, spacious chamber, with an altar at the center. There were a variety of artifacts on the altar, things that Kapson couldn't begin to understand. This hadn't been anything like they'd been expecting, and nothing like what writings did survive mentioned. The horse made his way up the stairs to said altar, Marshall, a much smaller cat, tentatively following behind.

He inspected the items without touching, wondering what they were. He couldn't think of a way to describe them, besides 'alien.' Or at the very least, 'unknown.' It would take quite a bit of studying in order to understand their use and purpose, and they would have to be very careful transporting them out.

He heard something behind him; what was likely a stumble and a "fuck!". He turned, seeing Marshall having apparently fallen while coming up the steps. He reached his hand out, the cat taking it, stopping when he got back up and gaping behind him. He turned back around.

One of the artifacts was glowing, now, before rising into the air. Kapson's jaw dropped, staring at it as it glowed and rose halfway to the ceiling. Eventually it seemed to get brighter and brighter, before its shape slowly started transforming. Both of them watched, trying to piece together what was happening as a humanoid figure was slowly formed, limb by limb. Eventually, the glowing subsided, and they saw what was definitely another being above them, before they started to slowly come back down, stretching their limbs as if they had been sleeping for a long time.

They seemed to be a horse as well, judging by the duo of horse cocks the being had. Kapson's face blushed a deep red, looking up his body to see the stallion smiling down at the two of them.

"My my, what do we have here? Who spoke the necessary word to release me?"

The two below looked at each other, frowning.

"I... uh, nobody?" he answered, looking back up. They both were clearly nervous, and the dig team hadn't said anything at all. The creature frowned.

"Hmmm... possibly an accident then? This won't do." The creature reached out, something that looked like the artifact he had come from in his hand. Only, this time, Kapson couldn't look away.

"I can sense my blood in both of you, morseo in the one that looks like me. I am happy to see that my mortal spawn have continued my bloodline, but it seems you are... much different than I. I must change that."

Kapson felt something odd, like someone was flipping through his mind like a book. He felt a little dazed as some things were forgotten, like the concept of differing sexuality or 'not being in the mood.' He also realized, a moment later, that something was coming from his pants. He would have looked down if he could, but he was too entranced by the glowing object.

It was obvious what it was, though. His pants ripped open, and a second cock had joined his first. He felt Marshall move, out of his grasp and somewhere else. But a moment later, he felt something else- his cocks being pressed against something. He moaned, dicks jerking to attention immediately.

"Hm, an improvement. Perhaps a few more adjustments."

He heard more clothing rip, and felt fur against his cock. His hands came up, grabbing an ass that felt much, much bigger than Marshall's usual ass size. Then the fact he knew that was erased, and replaced with thinking he had been fucking him forever. That they were both insatiable, like everyone was. Of course, he thought, lining both dicks up with his colleagu- no, his bitch's hole. Of course the slut has a fat ass. All the more for pleasure.