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Inducted into the Cult of the Lamb

for NerubianKnight

by Draconicon

Gerion fell through the void, tumbling head over heels over head time and time again. All around him, red circles spun against the black, chasing him with laughter and growls and hisses through the emptiness. The pigeon screamed, but his voice was drowned out as he fell.

Something had gone wrong. Something had gone horribly, horribly wrong to send him falling through this emptiness. He didn't know what - he barely knew his own name. Other than that, all he knew was that something had gone wrong where he was, and this hole, this fall, was the only thing that had saved him from a fate worse than death. Yet, as he fell, he could only wonder what waited for him at the other end, if there was such a thing.

Time held no meaning, and Gerion continued to fall, until finally a light shimmered below-above. Directions were impossible to tell, but he was falling towards the white light that beckoned so sweetly among the black and red, and the pigeon let it pull him away, throwing his arms forward and pulling his wings tight against his back.

The air rippled as he passed through, and he flew for nearly five feet up before gravity reasserted itself. Normally, the pigeon would have caught himself as he reached his heights, but his wings didn't want to work. Too long a fall had thrown him off his guard, and he fell back to the ground.

When he landed, the hole was gone, and he was safe. Or at least, safer than he had been.

As the pigeon struggled to catch his breath, casting his eyes all around him, he couldn't help but wonder where he was. He had vague memories of a satchel at his waist, of a city far away, then nearer, more terrifying memories of being in a hooded robe, a knife in hand -

They faded. He let them. They were too scary to keep.

Wherever he was, it was not there, and the air was still and calm with a warmth that blew through the trees around them and along the grasses of the clearing. Other two-legged beasts like himself wandered from tent to tent, from structure to structure. Some hawks watered the farms at the far end of the clearing, while some bees bustled themselves going from one 'muddy' patch to another, cleaning it up and getting rid of the mess that came from the simple existence of people.

It was calm, almost serene, and it stayed that way just long enough for Gerion to realize that he couldn't actually leave the stone circle he stood on.

Just as he was starting to freak out about the fact that his talons wouldn't let go of the ground, the air shimmered. He turned to the far edge of the clearing, where stone steps led up and away from the open ground, and he yelped as red light spun into the sky like a cyclone. Through it, a silhouette fell, and from the column of blood red light...

Stepped a lamb.

He blinked in surprise, feeling a sudden wave of connection and - well, it was almost adoration for the red-cloaked, white-wooled creature that stepped from the spiraling light heading towards the heavens. It hopped down the steps, and Gerion blushed as the new angle gave the pigeon a perfect view beneath the lamb's cloak, and...well, there was nothing there. Nothing but a low-hanging dick that swayed back and forth as the lamb bustled his way down the steps and, surprisingly, right towards him.

Gerion leaned back as much as the strange circle allowed him, half-wishing that he'd be allowed to fall out of it, but there was no such luck. Instead, the lamb looked him right in the eyes...and smiled.

"Oh, you made it here safely!" he said, grinning. "I'm so glad. You almost died, you know."

"Did...did I?" Gerion asked.

"Yes, yes, you did. It was bad, but I saved you."

There was an inkling of something. Was there pain? Something else? There was certainly the memory of terror and peril, but was the lamb the one that stopped it, or -

The lamb looked him in the eye with the brightest of smiles on his face, and Gerion couldn't bring himself to keep wondering. There was so much sweetness and gentleness there, he didn't know how he could bring himself to disbelieve his rescuer. He nodded, slowly relaxing just a bit.

"Where am I? What is this place? Who...who are you?"

"Me?"

"Well...yeah, you."

The lamb smiled, putting his hands on his hips. Despite his smaller stature, coming three inches shorter than Gerion's own height, the lamb suddenly seemed to put off a completely different aura. The red-eyed crown on his head glowed, and there was a hint of the same red that burned in the portal that had dropped him here in the lamb's eyes.

"I'm the Lamb."

And he even talked different, different enough to send a shiver down the pigeon's spine. Maybe staying here wasn't the best of ideas. Perhaps it'd be a good idea to -

Then the Lamb shook his head, the red eyes disappearing and that friendly smile coming back. It was hard to explain how it felt to see that. On the one hand, the pigeon was terrified. On the other, that adorable smile made it hard to remember that fear after the first few seconds, and soon, it was gone completely. He just smiled back, nodding.

"So...do I just call you Lamb, or -"

"Oh, you can call me 'master.'"

"Uh -"

"Oh, and we're going to need to do something about that."

"About - about what?"

"That. That whole...feather thing," the Lamb said, gesturing up and down Gerion's body. "We've got enough birds around here. We need something with a bit more variety."

Variety? What did that -

The Lamb snapped his fingers, and just like that, the stone circle opened again. Gerion yelped as he felt his ankles get snatched, dark tentacles wrapping around each of them and yanking his legs all the way apart. He blushed as it forced him to expose himself, his tail feathers trying to go down before another tentacle seized hold of them and yanked them right back up. No sooner had he been completely exposed than the Lamb leaned down, looking him over.

"Ooooh, you have different parts down there."

"What are you - this is - mmmph."

It was hard not to whimper as he was stroked from asshole to cock slit, particularly as the latter was already weirdly sensitive. Every time that his shyness tried to reassert itself, the Lamb seemed to be taking steps to keep him from doing it. He didn't understand, but -

"You'd look better as a bear."

Another statement out of the blue, and another moment that left Gerion sputtering trying to keep up. Admittedly, the gray-feathered pigeon wasn't the best looker in the clearing, but he thought that he looked okay. His cock slit hid a shaft that reached a reasonable size, he had a good, lithe figure, and his legs ended in rather beautiful talons, if he did say so himself. The fact that his wings came out of his back rather than running down his arms probably put him at odds compared to some of the other avians, he'd admit that much, but did it really matter in the grand scheme of things? Did him not looking utterly perfect really matter that much?

"A b-bear?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. Big, burly, the kind of muscly guy that would look really hot around here."

"But -"

"Yeah, I think bear's going to be your new body."

"But -"

"Just hold still."

"I -"

"Actually, I'll just hold you. Don't worry. This is going to be fun."

The tentacles around his legs started slithering further up, gradually creeping past his knees and along his thighs. His breath caught in his throat, and the little change in the Lamb's voice was almost enough to make him panic. He lifted one leg -

And then the red eyes faded, and the smile came back, and it was impossible for him to challenge that happy little face. He just stared down at the Lamb as the tentacles climbed ever higher, smaller ones weaving between the talons of his feet, wrapping around each clawed toe and locking them to the ground. He stared, unable to look away, as the Lamb reached out and hugged him gently.

"You're going to look great."

"But..."

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

Gerion hoped so. He really -

The pigeon gasped as he felt something rubbing back and forth along his pucker, tickling his asshole and nudging upwards ever so slightly. He couldn't really turn, not with the tentacles wrapping his legs up from ankle to upper thigh, but he could feel another tentacle rubbing its way from his taint, right behind his cock slit, all the way back to his ass cheeks. The tentacles pulled his feather rump cheeks apart, showing off his ass to the world, and he blushed worse as he wondered if there were other members of the group standing behind him, staring as he was getting fondled, groped, molested.

He looked down at the Lamb again, using that smiling face as the distraction that he needed not to worry about what was happening to him. All he had to do was keep his eyes on that face. All he had to do was keep looking at that smile, and nothing else in the world mattered.

Certainly, that hypnotic smile held his attention even as a slimy, narrow-tipped tentacle forced its way past his asshole. The pigeon felt it going in, but that was as much as he noticed before it was gently rubbing his prostate, sending little shivers of pleasure through him and up to his cock. He panted ever so quietly, his head spinning slowly as he felt the slimy thing oozing in, pulling out, and oozing back in again.

As he shivered, his legs trembling, the Lamb reached up and cupped his cheeks. He leaned into that grip as the Lamb petted his beak.

"That's it. Just enjoy it. It's fun, right?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Then just let it happen...let yourself enjoy it..."

"I'm...trying."

"Give in...become mine."

The scary voice came back, but with that smile, he couldn't entirely feel it. All he felt was the constant rubbing, the teasing, the petting. The comfort of the smile and the pleasure of the tentacle had him all floaty, leaning against the Lamb's hands and letting it just...happen.

As the slime pooled inside of him, getting messier and slimier with each passing thrust of the strange tentacle, he could feel himself fading further and further away. He stopped paying attention to anything but his new master -

Master?

His new master helped him, made him feel good. He was...supposed to help...yes...

In, out, in, out, the squelching fluid running down his legs, and as it did, he could feel his feathers falling out. They tumbled down around his legs, hitting the ground, falling beneath his talons for a short time before being sucked away into the hole under him. Where they went after that, he didn't know, but he doubted that it mattered any longer. Not as much as keeping the Lamb smiling did.

Squelch. The tentacle went deeper for a time, and he groaned as he felt his cock sliding out, falling into the open. The Lamb touched it, squeezed it, and he moaned as it started changing, too, pulling upward, getting pulled into...something. Something fleshy. Something thicker than he'd had down there before.

He moaned, feeling that same thickness, that same substance spreading through him. His ass felt...heavier, as if the tentacles were having to work harder to hold it spread, and his hips and thighs felt the same. Gerion groaned, feeling off-balance, his legs aching ever so slightly as the change continued downward, making his thighs...then his knees...then his calves feel heavier, more...present, more full of power and muscle and -

"Mmmph..."

The pigeon didn't know what was happening to him, or how it had started, but he knew that it felt good. His eyes closed to slits, but they never left that happy lamb face. Staring at him, staring down at the master of the cult, was the only thing that made him feel good.

Stare.

Stare.

Stare.

And with each thrust, the staring got easier, the ooze inside of him settling in, running down his legs and filling his ass. He felt so good, so open, so sensitive, and the Lamb whispered to him, saying something that he couldn't understand, but made him feel even better.

"Just stop thinking...you don't have to think here. Not with me. You just have to listen. Listen and love me, listen and love me."

"Listen...love you..."

"And you love me already, don't you?"

He'd been interested in the Lamb since he'd walked down the stone steps and shown himself off, but this was something different. The more he stared, the more that he found himself falling in love with the impossibly-innocent male before him. He just wanted to keep listening to him, obeying him, serving him.

As the ooze continued, he swore that he could feel more feathers falling off, drifting to the ground, leaving him chilled for but a moment before something took the place of the feathers. What, he couldn't quite tell, but it was soft, and warm, and that was nice enough for him.

And even as his legs thickened and his cock throbbed and a new fleshy, furry sac started falling between his legs, the rest of his body transformed to match it. His tailfeathers fell out, leaving behind a thick, muscular ass and a small nub of a tail right over it. He groaned as he felt the muscles creeping up his stomach, running up a new gut that hadn't been there before and up to his chest. His nipples - something that he had barely been aware of before, but were now so sensitive that it was impossible to ignore them - popped out of feathers that were no longer there, showing themselves for but a moment before sinking back into a new layer of fur.

He had a muscle gut, and a bit of chub in the chest, now, though not so much that it felt heavy. It was more like a layer of warmth, a hint of curves over his new muscular core. It spread further, his neck thickening to match his wider shoulders, and as his head was cupped, gently caressed, he could feel his beak changing.

"Nnngh..."

"Just keep your eyes on me...you want to obey me..."

"Want to...obey you..."

"You want to love me."

"Want to...love you..."

"Such a good bear."

The Lamb giggled, his eyes going bright red before leaning in. Their lips met but briefly, but it was enough to hit him hard, sparking pleasure up and down his spine and making his cock jump up in desperation. His eyes rolled back in their sockets and his breath hissed past his teeth. His toes - toes, yes, toes, no longer talons, but a bear's toes - dug into the earth as he moaned. His cock jumped, twitched -

And cum.

"Mmmph! MMMPH!'

The Lamb didn't let go of him as he rode out his climax, keeping his head down and letting him just moan and spurt and moan some more. His eyes were closed tightly now, but he could still see the Lamb in his head. That soft smile, that twinkle of red behind the eyes that was both powerful and terrifying, the way that he was cared for and wanted in a way that he just wasn't anywhere else: it made it all the easier to call the Lamb by the name that he asked.

Master.

Master was there.

Master cared for him.

When the pleasure passed, when he was no longer cumming his brains out, the tentacle in his ass and the others around his legs retreated. He panted for breath as he felt them going, shivering from head to toe, and he finally opened his eyes again.

What had been avian was now ursine. He looked down at his new muzzle, feeling the difference between it and the hard beak that he'd had before. His hands came up, and he stared at them, too, at the thick, furred fingers that had replaced his more delicate digits, at the padded palms that replaced the feathery ones. Everything was different, everything was changed from head to toe, and he didn't know what it meant for him, or what would happen to him in the future.

"Hee hee, you look great," the Lamb said.

"I..."

"Come on. I think that you need to meet the rest of the group."

"What...what is this?" he asked, looking around. "What is this place? Who are they?"

"They? They are the Cult of the Lamb."

"They...belong to you?"

"Why is that so surprising?" the Lamb asked, looking up at him. "Don't you belong to me?"

"..."

Gerion realized that things really had changed, and that, deep down, he didn't mind it as much as he expected to. Being 'owned' was something that felt familiar in its own strange way, and he smiled slightly as he compared the Lamb to some of the other memory-feelings that hung around in the back of his head. When it came right down to it, the Lamb was a lot safer than most of the people that he remembered having a claim on his tailfeathers in the past.

"Come on. Let's take a walk."

"Yeah...Yeah, a walk sounds nice."

It was embarrassing to walk around completely naked, at least at first. Getting used to having his 'stuff' hanging outside the way that it did, even though it hung inside of a furry sheath, took more than a little bit of getting used to. He squirmed, trying not to let it get to him as much as it wanted to, but it took looking around and seeing that everyone else was just as naked to really drive the lesson home.

And there were plenty of other cultists to take a look at. He blushed as he looked at a bull coming out of the outhouse, stretching his arms over his head and looking like a sweaty farm laborer all the way from his head to his hooves. His cock hung low and heavy, even swaying from side to side as he walked. He had no shame, either, clearly turning to face the Lamb so that he could show himself off, front and back, and even took a little time to flex and show off those thick arm muscles.

Gerion turned, looking at some of the hawks that were tending to the farm plots at the other end of the camp. They were naked, too, but their tailfeathers were fanned and raised, showing off their asses from behind. As they walked by the wet earth, he saw the Lamb take a look at them, licking his lips and teasing his own low-hanging cock.

He didn't understand why, but he wanted to reach down and tend to it for his master. He wanted to make the Lamb happy.

As they walked along, he felt what remained of the slime in his ass shifting, running down to his hole and oozing out of him. At first, it embarrassed him, but all it took was one glance from the Lamb to make him feel differently about it.

It was from the Master.

The Master only gave gifts.

This was good.

In a matter of just a few steps, he went from clenching his cheeks together to letting it run free. The creampie from the tentacle was a badge of honor, and the only thing that he regretted was that it would only last for so long before he would be empty again. But, Gerion decided that he would show it off for as long as his body would let him. He stood a little taller and smiled a little broader, still not used to the feeling of a mouth that moved in any way but a clicking up and down fashion, and pushed his ass out just that little bit further as he walked.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The sensual feeling of the slime slipping free of his pucker was just that much hotter, making him more conscious of his own sweaty state, and with that, of the sweat and musk that clung to him, his Master, and everyone else around them. It was hard to get away from the scent of hard work out here, and the farm, the construction going on past the tents, and everything else that the Cult was doing just kept everyone busy, everyone sweaty.

Not in a horrible way, he realized, but just...nice. Hard-working. A day or so of hard work before they could get around to showering, sometimes skipping a day here and there, but no more than that. His cock was back to stiffening in short order, and the Lamb turned to look at it, giving it a playful squeeze.

"Hehehe, does my big bear love what he sees?" the Lamb asked.

"It's yours. I love it."

And that was the truth, he was surprised to realize. It was appealing, and there was something to it all that struck him down to the core, but it was really just the fact that it all belonged to the Lamb. His master owned it all, which meant that it was all the better for it. They were all better for...following...

He almost questioned it, but the red eyes of the Lamb met his, and he slumped back into that devoted headspace, happy, open, eager to be there for his Master and willing to listen to whatever he was asked to do. If that was all that he had to do, then he was in good hands.

They kept walking around the clearing, eventually reaching the only tall building that stood between the boughs of the forest. It was a large church, a full level taller than any of the other buildings around it, and the door was cracked. He looked inside, seeing some sort of creeping set of tentacles that were rapidly retreating to the walls nearest them, fading away until he wondered if he had somehow dreamed them.

"I'm so glad to have a bear here," the Lamb said, and he blushed as a smaller hand started kneading his ass cheeks. "I mean, a pigeon isn't that bad, but we already have a lot of hawks."

There was something so casual about the way that the Lamb discussed changing him the way that he'd done. To anyone else, the idea of just altering someone's species out of boredom or because they already had others of the same species would have been completely impossible. Yet, this Lamb had so much power that he could just casually alter someone to make them look the way that he wanted without batting an eye. He wanted them to be this way...

Which meant that the Lamb wanted him to be this way...

Big...

Burly...

Thick...

Horny...

Musky...

But not as musky as the Master. Not as lovely as that low-hanging cock between the Lamb's legs. Not as hot as the thing that was even now bobbing up to demand his attention and his service, just as he had fantasized of giving it just moments ago.

"Master..."

"Hmm?"

"Can I -"

"Oh! Yes, yes, please."

Gerion fell to his knees, all too aware of the size difference between him and the Lamb. Even now, on his knees, his head rested above the other male's waist, and he blushed as he looked down at the bobbing, throbbing thing that was rising up to meet his lips. He leaned down, kissing the head, and immediately got his first taste of Lamb cock.

"Mmmph...mmm..."

"Oh, yeah. You love it as much as you love me, don't you?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

It had that heady, wonderful male smell that he had been craving without even knowing it. Gerion leaned in, opening his mouth wider and wider to fit the head past his lips, the rubbery bear muzzle working surprisingly well for getting a good dick into his throat. His broad tongue eased it in, and the Lamb moaned for him - for him - as it went deeper, deeper, deeper.

As it settled into his throat, he moaned happily, his eyes rolling back as his lips pressed against the base of the shaft, his chin against the Lamb's fuzzy sac. The dark flesh was nice and hot in his mouth, throbbing, rigid, possessed of a tautness that he had never really noticed that flesh could have. It was his first time properly blowing someone, considering that a beak was all too dangerous for most people to risk for a blowjob. For the first time, he really loved his new form, and was grateful for the fact that he had been changed.

But he needed to do more than just swallow around the head. He needed to suck.

And so, Gerion did, putting his new bear body to work as he delivered as much pleasure as he could to that cock. He pressed up with his tongue, ensuring that the head of the Lamb's cock worked against the roof of his mouth time and time again, feeling it grinding against the more textured top every time that it went back in his throat or pulled back out of it. The bear reached up and grabbed hold of the Lamb's hips, guiding that big, dark dick over his tongue and helping encourage his master to thrust away, to use his mouth and throat as the toys that they were.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

It didn't take long for him to start getting high off the Lamb's pre-cum, feeling it going down his throat and helping him relax in much the same way as the tentacles had earlier. Whatever concerns he might have had faded away, along with any questions about what his life would be like now that he was part of a cult. So what if it was not the life that he might have imagined for himself in the past? So what if he was doing something that didn't make a lot of sense from an outside perspective? All that mattered was that his master was happy, and as long as the Lamb was happy, Gerion would be happy, too.

In, out, in, out, that shaft popping between his lips again and again, and he moaned as his own cock throbbed untouched between his legs. He sucked hard, swallowing every time that the tip popped into his throat, feeling his thoughts going quiet, feeling all that need for thinking fade away. He didn't need to think here, didn't need to plan things out.

All he had to do was worship the master, the Lamb. That was easy, and fun.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

The Master was enjoying him, which meant that they had to be getting close. Gerion gripped the Lamb's hips tighter, pulling him closer, using his greater strength to make the Lamb fuck his face that much harder. In, out, in, out, the Lamb's balls all but battering his chin, the pre-cum flowing down his throat rewarding him for his service and making it all the clearer just where he belonged.

Here.

On his knees.

Sucking off the best man that the world had ever seen.

And he loved it.

The End

Summary: A pigeon is pulled into the Cult of the Lamb, only to be shocked by the sudden transformation at the summoning circle as he is customized for the Lamb’s tastes.

Tags: M/M, Transformation, Tentacles, Musk, Pigeon, Bear, Lamb, Cult of the Lamb, Character Transformation, Anal, Oral, Blowjob, Size Difference, Mind Control, Sweat, Nudity, Exhibitionism, Rule 34, Pre-Cum, Cum, Orgasm,