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I had a lot of fun emulating the actual Journey to the West style with this one, but if it annoys you, don't worry - it fades away very quickly when the actual horny stuff starts. The characters still talk like themselves though, because otherwise what's the point?

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We were telling you about how Tripitaka Tang had been kidnapped by a ferocious Fire Demon, and how the three disciples were plotting to rescue him. Let's find out how they free their master and return to the right path.

“It's easy, it's easy!" chuckled Sun Wukong. “So what if he's stolen the Jade Emperor's Celestial Rope? His fighting ability cannot hope to match with ours. Listen to this, Elder Brother has a plan - we know this Fire Demon used to be Guanshiyin's torch-bearer. I will use the power of my 72 Transformations to assume the form of his master, and when he sees me, he'll be overcome by fear and won't dare refuse when I command him to release our Master!"

“A great plan, brother!" cried Sha Wujing, but Zhu Eight Rules just laughed. “Monkey," he said, “How can a miscreant like you ever imitate the illustrious Guanyin? As soon as you open your mouth, the Demon will know you're just a creature with no manners putting on a play."

“What's this, you think Old Monkey can't play the part of a celestial goddess?" Monkey King laughed.

Zhu waved his hand. “No disrespect, no disrespect! I only mean that Brother Wukong is far too brazen and strong-willed to match the grace of the great Guanyin. Listen to Brother Eight Rules: your plan is almost perfect. You need only distract the Demon long enough for old Zhu to sneak up behind him with his rake, and I'll bring it down right on his head! Then when we cry out, Brother Sha can force his way into the Demon's lair and steal back our Master before anyone knows what happened. Now, isn't this a good plan?"

“Indeed, indeed!" said Monkey, secretly pleased. “Let's do it this way. Idiot, your intelligence has grown by spending time with your Elders!"

Sun Wukong stepped back and made the mystical sign with his fingers, and at once he was transformed into the beautiful form of the goddess Guanshiyin. They saw:

Eyes like twin jewels-

Skin like painted silk-

Eyes like twin jewels twinkled in the slender face,

Skin like painted silk dazzled their minds,

A sweet scent filled the air.

Gazes were drawn to slender limbs

And the two delicate breasts,

Scarcely concealed by the finest garments.

Could any doubt the divine Guanyin's beauty?

Could any doubt Mind Monkey's skill?

A monkey plucks fruit without a care,

But this monkey's fruit will soon be plucked!

The other two were shocked, and then Eight Rules laughed out loud. “Brother!" He cried, “How bold of you to impersonate the beauty of a god so perfectly! Perhaps too perfectly!"

“Just so!" said Sha Wujing. “I almost felt compelled to bow to you! We mustn't let Guanshiyin learn of this, or she'll surely put you back under the mountain!"

Sun Wukong laughed with them, then pretending to be the Goddess herself said, “If it's to assist your Master with seeking the scriptures, I will forgive Old Monkey for his impropriety."

So saying, he leapt upon his luminous cloud in order to make a proper entrance, and the other two hurried to take their places according to Zhu Eight Rules' plan.

Soon after, Sun Wukong descended on his radiant cloud to the entrance of the Fire Demon's lair, and loudly called, “Demon! Why do you not come to greet your master?"

There was a great commotion from inside the lair, then the gate opened and the demon strode out boldly and bellowed, “Who dares call me their master?"

“Impudent torch-bearer! Don't you recognize me? Release the Tang Monk so he can go on his way. If you utter even half a 'no', I'll have need of a new torch-bearer!"

At that the demon began to laugh. “I recognize your face, but I don't recognize you! You can wear a mask, but you can't mask your stench, unless the Great Guanyin has started mucking stalls as meditation."

“What's this! I'll muck out that head of yours. Watch my rod!" Dear Monkey! He leapt out to strike the demon with his metal rod, but the demon quickly retreated and blocked his blows. They struggled for several rounds, and when the demon began to falter, he shouted “Strike!"

At once the demon's belt, which was actually the Jade Emperor's Celestial Rope, stretched forth and wrapped around Sun Wukong from foot to neck, leaving him immobilized. As the Great Sage struggled vainly in his binds, the demon laughed.

“See what I've caught! Who is the master now, smelly goddess?"

At that moment Eight Rules leapt at the demon's back and struck him upon the head with his nine-toothed muck rake, and the demon fell dead upon the ground.

“What great timing!" Sun Wukong cried at his grinning brother. “Another minute and I might have been in trouble."

Zhu Eight Rules continued to grin. “In another minute you may still be in trouble. How do you think you'll free yourself?"

“So you laugh at Monkey's expense! Well, Idiot, you've had your laugh, now remove these ropes!"

“This Idiot knew enough to slay the demon, and to observe the secret of his rope before doing so." said Eight Rules, and then he shouted, “Strike!"

The rope loosened at Zhu's command, releasing Sun Wukong. He stood up, and put his rod away. “A marvelous toy you have now!" he said dismissively, and started to make the mystical sign with his fingers once again, chuckling. “I should transform back, before Master sees me and is angered by my sacreligious appearance."

“Not yet, brother, for I have another toy in mind," Zhu said, and once more he cried, “Strike!"

The rope on the ground again wrapped around Sun Wukong, this time tying his hands to his knees so that he was unable to make the sign to transform back, and he fell to the ground, unable to move himself.

“What mistreatment!" cried Sun Wukong. “You Idiot, to attack a goddess while our dear Master is still imprisoned in the demon's lair."

Zhu laughed, and knelt beside Sun Wukong. “I admit you do look as good as the real Guanyin, but what goddess would allow herself to be tied up in the dust like this? I'll teach you who's the Idiot, and I'll make it up to our Master later."

Zhu lifted the protesting Sun Wukong until he was supported on his knees and face, calling for the ropes to be tied even tighter when Monkey struggled.

“Now, let's see how good your transformations truly are!" Zhu cried triumphantly, and roughly flipped the divine robes over Sun Wukong's back, and tore the delicate undergarments from his legs.

Monkey King tried to get away, but the ropes held him fast in place, and he could only tremble in place while Zhu admired his prize.

“You must be commended on the skill of your 72 Transformations," Zhu said mockingly. “I would almost believe this was the real Guanyin's cunt glistening before me!"

Sun Wukong tried to fix him with a glare, but was unable to move his head around. “You've had your fun, brother. You've earned your win over me! Now stop this foolishness!"

“Our fun hasn't even started, dear sister," said Eight Rules with a lecherous grin. “And it won't be finished until you've learned your new place!"

Great Sage could do nothing but wait. He couldn't see Eight Rules behind him, but he could hear the pig moving around. Suddenly there was a breath of warm air on his exposed backside, and he gasped as Eight Rules began snuffling around his untouched womanhood. Wukong closed his eyes as Eight Rules took one last, long sniff, and then yelped aloud and squealed as a hot, wet tongue stroked his dainty pussy.

Zhu Eight Rules laughed boisterously. “That's a more fitting sound for my new sister to make!" he said, then smacked his lips. “Although I expected a goddess to taste a little better."

“Enough, please!" Wukong pleaded again. “No more!"

Eight Rules made a satisfied grunt. “I was hoping you'd say that," he said. “You think you're clever with your tongue, but I'll show you what a true master can do." He gripped Wukong's slim thighs with his rough hands and spread them apart, burying his tongue deep in Wukong's virgin snatch.

Wukong whimpered and sobbed, unable to free himself from the rope and unable to bring himself to call for Sha Monk's help. He ground his eyes shut again, trying in vain to ignore the long tongue digging into his depths. It writhed in places he had never felt before, sending confusing sensations through his body. Even the rough bristles on Eight Rules' snout rubbed against his puffy lips and clit with every motion, an electric tingling that filled his mind with static. He gasped and cried, overwhelmed by the onslaught of unfamiliar sensations.

Eight Rules ate the false goddess's pussy like he ate all things - eagerly, but quickly. After only a minute, he pulled his thick tongue free of Wukong's delicate cunt. He had a much more pressing appetite to satisfy.

Wukong moaned as Eight Rules pulled his tongue out, shivering and mewling pathetically. His mind struggled to keep up with what was happening, but through the haze he heard Eight Rules laughing again. “'Great Sage Equal to Heaven?' The gods should have asked me for help all those centuries ago - I could have put you in your place back then, and all this time I'd be a hero in the Heavens. They would have made me an arhat, and I'd get to use you every day!"

Wukong's senses were slowly coming back after the initial assault, although he only vaguely understood what Eight Rules was saying. There were more shuffling sounds behind him, and then one of the hands returned to his thighs, thumb crudely spreading his cunt.

“Oh well," Eight Rules continued, “After all, spilt water cannot be gathered up again, but my cup is still full!"

Something thinner and harder than Eight Rules' tongue jabbed at Wukong's pussy. His eyes shot open as he realized what it was. “Please, no! No-" he cried, which turned into a long, strangled squeal as Eight Rules shoved the entire length of his corkscrew cock deep into his cunt.

Eight Rules threw his head back and groaned in ecstasy as he plumbed Wukong's depths. In one thrust he easily hilted himself, large testicles gently slapping against the bound monkey's mound. The work with his tongue had stretched Wukong and provided plenty of lubrication for his long, thin member. He looked back down and admired the view of his prick buried in the soft, pink snatch. He slowly pulled his hips back, and then thrust forward roughly, enjoying the squeal from Wukong as he did so. He repeated the motion, pulling back tauntingly slow and then slamming forward hard enough to make his dark, bristly thighs slap loudly against Wukong's soft milky ones. Every thrust brought a pitiful new sound from the transformed monkey beneath him, and he reveled in them almost as much as he did the feeling of the plush folds giving way to his powerful cock.

He started to pick up the pace of his thrusts, falling into an easy rhythm that he knew he could maintain for several long minutes. “Hey, sister," he said, without stopping his thrusts.

Wukong just cried quietly, grunting and moaning softly with every thrust.

“Monkey Queen," Eight Rules sneered. Still, Wukong didn't respond - his eyes were closed, completely oblivious to anything but his own misery. Eight Rules raised a hand, and slapped it across Wukong's shapely ass. The monkey yelped, and his eyes finally opened - he looked back fearfully at the pig raping him.

“It's not good for you to ignore your Elders," Eight Rules said, rolling his hips a few times at the apex one thrust to accentuate his point. “Don't think you can get away with just lying there, you put some work in too. You can't always make Brother Zhu do all the work, you know? Carrying the luggage, beating demons, fucking your cunt - you have to do your share too."

Sun Wukong didn't say anything, just stayed frozen in place.

“Too lazy to put the work in?" Zhu said, pausing his thrusts. “That's alright, Eight Rules knows more than one trick." He started muttering a prayer under his breath, and suddenly there was an unbearable tightness around Wukong's head as his golden headband began to tighten. Somehow he had learned the secret of the Headband Tightening Spell! Wukong yelped in pain and began to thrash and writhe in his bonds, and as soon as he did Eight Rules laughed and stopped reciting the spell.

“That's more like it!" he said, thrusting greedily into Wukong's writhing. “You thought Master was the only one who knew the secret of that spell? Eight Rules is less of an Idiot than you thought! Now, work!"

Eight Rules grabbed Wukong's hips, pulling him back at the same time as he thrust forward, setting the rhythm for their fucking. After a few thrusts he let go, and Wukong continued to push back against him on his own.

Eight Rules laughed again, and gave him another slap. “That's good, bitch! Just keep it up and you'll get your reward soon enough."

Wukong closed his eyes and sobbed into the dirt. He could feel a sharp pain in his stomach as Eight Rules's cock jabbed against something deep inside his cunt, but he continued to thrust back as ordered.

Eight Rules started to pick up his pace and forced Wukong to match it. “Can you feel that, sister?" he grunted as he thrusted deeper than ever. The sharp pain in Wukong's stomach grew more intense. “My prick is knocking on your womb. I told you I had a reward for you, didn't I?"

Wukong clenched his jaw, but said nothing.

“What, sister, nothing to say after all this time?" Eight Rules jeered. “You're going to carry my child after all! It's a great honor! You should be begging me to fill you!"

Wukong turned his head to the ground and tried to ignore Eight Rules' taunting, even while he continued to push his hips back against him. Suddenly Eight Rules slapped him again, harder than ever, and then again. Wukong couldn't help but cry out in pain.

“I said beg for it, Monkey Queen! Unless you want me to start reciting the spell again?"

Wukong choked back a sob, and then whimpered out a quiet, “Please."

Eight Rules slapped him again, and Wukong could feel hot red welts forming on his pale, delicate ass. “Speak up, old Eight Rules' hearing isn't so great!"

“Please!" Wukong gasped. “Please, Eight Rules, please fill me!" He sobbed once, but managed to say, “Please give me your child."

Eight Rules' thrusting became even faster, short rapid thrusts that hammered at the wall of Wukong's cervix. Wukong was unable to match the rhythm, but Eight Rules didn't seem to care anymore - he grabbed Wukong's waist tightly and slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself unthinkably deep into the Great Sage. Wukong uttered a strangled cry as he felt the tip of Eight Rules' twisted cock pierce his battered cervix, and then he felt a sticky warmth begin to fill his abdomen. Eight Rules groaned in ecstasy, hands still gripping Wukong's thin waist to hold him in place, filling the deepest part of his new anatomy.

After nearly a minute, Eight Rules relaxed his grip. Wukong could feel bruising on his waist from the pig's thick fingers. “You're a decent fuck, sister, but you'll get better with practice," Eight Rules said, still buried inside his cunt. He sighed and flexed his cock a few times, and Wukong whimpered as he felt it corkscrewing inside him. “And you'll have to learn better patience - it takes a long time for a pig to finish!"

Wukong could feel the truth of it deep inside, he could feel more of Eight Rules' essence slowly pouring into him. His prick was no longer lodged directly inside his womb. The tip of it was now just outside, and coating his cervix in the thick gel that would ensure none of Eight Rules' fertile seed would leak out of him - at least not until he was safely impregnated. And once he was, Wukong would be stuck with this body at least until he had delivered the child.

At long last, Eight Rules slowly extracted his softening prick from Wukong, who barely reacted to the removal. Eight Rules stood up, and Wukong heard him stretching behind him. “I wonder what our child will look like! A pig and a monkey, or a pig and a goddess. I wonder!" he said happily, then, “Ah, but there's no time to think of the future right now. When have you known me to turn down a second bowl of rice, after all?"

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Wukong lay on his back, with his arms tied behind him. His clothing had been removed, so that all of his fair skin was exposed - though it had clearly suffered in many places by Eight Rules' rough handling. Eight Rules was kneeling between his legs now, with Wukong's legs tied in place around him, sucking one of his slight breasts into his mouth as he fondled the other one with his calloused fingers. Wukong squirmed as the tongue and fingers rolled and pinched and teased at his sensitive nipples - he had given up fighting, but the sensations were enough to drive his body to writhing.

Eight Rules pulled away after a time, trailing a thick strand of saliva from his tongue to Wukong's breast, then wiped his mouth. “Ah, these too will get better with time, once you've had to nurse one or two of our whelps. After all, it's said that the milk from the mother's breast is like the Buddha's gift of the body, and it's the gift from my body that makes it possible! Now, I think it's only fair if I get a gift too."

Eight Rules sat back slightly, tugging against Wukong's legs and pulling their naked groins together. He grinned down at Wukong and shook his head, which made his features grow even more piglike. “It's been a long time since I could do this, so I think this time I'd like to take you in my natural state."

Wukong's eyes went wide as Eight Rules shook himself all over, and soon where Eight Rules had been was instead a large four-legged pig, with Wukong's legs wrapped tight around it.

“That's much better," said Eight Rules with a distinct squeal in his voice. “I haven't been able to relax in my true form in all the years that I've been traveling with Master, but you'll be seeing plenty of it from now on."

Eight Rules shook and shifted his hips, jerking a defeated Wukong along the ground until their hips were lined up once again, and Wukong once again felt the strange corkscrew cock prodding at his rear.

“In the future, my dear sister will have to guide me in when I'm in this form, but since you're in no position to do that right now, I'll have to do it myself," he said, then shouted, “Strike!"

The bonds around Wukong's hands and feet shifted slightly, and then there was a rough tickling sensation on his backside, which he recognized as a rope sliding between the two of them.

“That's right Celestial Rope, guide me in! This rope is where Gods once met, and now it's where my prick will meet this false goddess!"

Wukong started to thrash as he felt the tip bumping against him - except this time it wasn't aimed at his new cunt. “Eight Rules, stop, not there!"

“That's enough from you!" Eight Rules said, and lowered the front half of his huge body, smothering Wukong and cutting off any further protests. “Brother Eight Rules knows what he's doing. After all, we wouldn't want to risk undoing all the work I put into filling your womb, would we?"

Eight Rules gave a slight jerk of his hips, but now that he was a true pig, most of the motion of his cock came without the need for thrusting. His thin prick speared forward, and spread Wukong's tight ass. Wukong shouted in pain, but his protestations were muffled by the bristled bulk of Eight Rules' torso. Every breath he took was hot and heady with the virile smell of pig, and he felt himself going lightheaded from the pheromones and lack of oxygen. Eight Rules settled down further on top of him, almost crushing all of the air out of his lungs, and pressing his legs nearly back against his chest.

“This time I will let you just lie there," Eight Rules said, “since I don't have to do much work either. Ha! I forgot how easy it all was in this form, truly even a stupid monkey like you has to acknowledge that this is a superior method of mating."

Wukong moaned into the large pig's chest. Eight Rules barely shifted, but the thin rod still pistoned into his ass. His passage burned at the unlubricated and inconsiderate intrusion, the pain flaring every time the prick twisted into him. The only mercy was that the pressure on his lungs made it difficult to breathe, and the lack of oxygen was a small distraction from the pain in his abdomen.

“You're so tight, sister, and you grip me so powerfully! I'll have you use your 72 transformations to make sure you always stay this tight."

Guanyin was not a large woman despite being a goddess - it had been bad enough when Eight Rules bottomed out in his cunt, but now Wukong could feel that long prick pushing his intestines aside. He clenched his fists to endure the pain, grateful that Eight Rules' prick was just long, and not also thick.

Eight Rules shifted his hips lower, pressing Wukong's legs even further into his chest and making it even harder to breath - and the pistoning cock picked up even more speed. Wukong struggled for air, only able to fit quick shallow breaths of musky air into his compressed lungs.

“I hope you're ready for another gift, dear sister!" Eight Rules said, and actually thrusted his hips forcefully to accentuate his point, slapping his massive tentacles against Wukong's ass and plunging even deeper. The thrust knocked what little breath he had from Wukong's lungs, and he found himself fruitlessly gasping for air.

“What's the matter, Great Sage? Finally at a loss for words? That's okay, Brother Eight Rules likes you better this way!"

Wukong's vision swam, and he felt his vision slowly growing dark from lack of oxygen. He struggled weakly, tightened his legs around Eight Rules, but the pig just laughed.

“I didn't realize you were so eager for it! Well, take it then!" With a loud grunt and a final short hump of his hips, Eight Rules released, filling another of Wukong's holes with his thick, potent cum. Eight Rules moaned as Wukong's pathetic struggles continued. “Yes, sister, milk out every last drop of your gift!"

Even though he had climaxed, Eight Rules made no motion to lift his bulk. A tiny, rational piece of Wukong's mind knew it would be a long time before the pig finished filling his ass, and that was the last thought on his mind when he finally succumbed to the lack of oxygen.

Consciousness came to him in a gasping rush, as Eight Rules finally lifted his massive bulk and allowed Wukong to fill his lungs once again. Eight Rules laughed loudly, and shook himself, changing back to his bipedal form. He was still between Wukong's bound legs, and his cock was still buried in his ass, slowly filling him up. “Forgive me, dear sister, I didn't realize you were so fragile! I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you, I will have to be more gentle with you in the future."

Wukong continued coughing and gasping, trying to satisfy his still-aching lungs, and turned his head from Eight Rules. He could feel the thick gel from Eight Rules' cock filling him up, could still feel the bloated sensation of the pig's cum plugged up in his womb. Eight Rules, apparently not having received the response he wanted, wiggled his hips, which caused Wukong to whimper again.

“Don't rest just yet, sister," he said. “We still need to take care of our Master."

Eight Rules explained his plan, and Wukong's eyes grew wide as saucers.

“Brother, please don't ask this of me, I can't betray our master in such a way!"

Eight Rules said nothing to Wukong's protests, but began to recite the Headband Tightening Spell once again. Wukong began writhing in pain again as the pressure on his head increased.

“Enough! Please! No more!" he cried, and Eight Rules stopped reciting. Wukong laid panting in place, feeling another small surge of thick cum spill into his bowels in response to his movements.

“Have you decided to listen to your Elder Brother?"

Wukong did not look at Eight Rules, but said quietly, “Brother, I have already submitted my body to you, is this not enough? Don't make me defile our Master's spirit in this way. We can no longer walk the Right Path, but we can still watch over him. Must we lead our Master astray as well?"

Eight Rules laughed, then casually pulled his cock from Wukong's hole and stood up, releasing the ropes that bound the helpless Monkey. Wukong hissed in pain at the abrupt motion, then finally looked up at Eight Rules. His gaze fell upon the pig's long prick - he stared at it for a moment, marveling that the length of it had fit inside him, then looked away in shame.

“Why do you think Brother Zhu would abandon our Master? Master is a good man, and I've grown fond of him. I've become accustomed to this life on the road, but when the journey ends, so does Eight Rules' fun. I've seen the way Old Monkey looks at our Master," Eight Rules said with a lecherous grin, and prodded Wukong sharply in the side with one finger. “You've longed to take his seed yourself, but you know he would never concede no matter how much you pleaded with him. When he obtains the Sacred texts, Master will leave Monkey too - or do you think he will take your hand in his in front of Buddha himself?"

Wukong's face burned even hotter at the truth in Eight Rules' words, and he curled on his side, but Eight Rules quickly yanked him to his feet.

“Come, sister, our Master is still awaiting rescue. Eight Rules is generous! He's taken two of Monkey's fruits, but he'll leave the third for Master."

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“Master! Master!" cried Eight Rules, kicking down the gate of the Demon's lair.

“I'm in here, Disciple! Oh, please, my life is at its end! I'm sure to be a Demon's supper if you don't save me!"

Eight Rules laughed loudly, saying, “Master, there's no need to fear any longer! Something incredible has occurred!"

Wukong, still in the guise of Guanyin and once more looking as perfectly divine as he had before his rape, followed demurely behind the bellowing pig. They found Tripitaka Tang enclosed in a large chest in the kitchen, where the Demon had surely been planning to chop him to bits and consume his flesh. When Eight Rules smashed the door of the chest and released the Monk, his eyes grew wide and he fell upon his face, crying, “Guanshiyin! What has this unworthy monk achieved that one as illustrious as you would come to my aid?"

Eight Rules chuckled, and gave Wukong a crude slap on the ass, which sent a sore ache through his abdomen. “This is the marvelous event I was telling you about! Brother Wukong and I were unable to defeat the Demon's rope trick on our own, so we ascended our luminous clouds to visit Guanyin on Potalaka Island. This and that happened, and now she says she must be my wife!"

Tripitaka raised his head in astonishment, and looked between the serene - if bashful - face of Guanyin and the boisterous snout of Eight Rules. “Disciple," he said incredulously, “Someone who has left the family shouldn't make up such irreverent stories! Now, tell me truly what has happened."

Eight Rules just grinned, but pinched Wukong's ass roughly, slipping a finger between his thighs where Tripitaka wouldn't see. Wukong jumped in surprise, but quickly swallowed and took a small step forward.

“Your disciple speaks truly," Wukong said, and with a heavy heart watched belief and disbelief war in his Master's eyes. Still, he kept his voice serene as he told the tale he knew his Master would have no choice but to accept. “It was a portentous occasion that your disciples arrived in when they did - I read in the stars that I must take Sun Wukong's place as your disciple, and that Sun Wukong must ascend to the Celestial Court to guard the royal gardens. What's more, I read that I must submit in body and mind to your disciple Zhu Bajie, to bear the fruit of our union and ensure a sacred lineage that will bring spiritual prosperity to the Heavens."

Tripitaka stared in confusion between the two figures again. “I hear it, but I can't understand it. If the great Guanyin says it is so then it must be so, but I don't see how it should be so!"

Wukong, smiling outwardly, crying internally, stepped closer to Tripitaka. “My dear Master, even the gods are subject to the Wheel of Life." He slowly knelt in front of the monk until he was eye level with his crotch, and the monk stiffened in fear.

“Illustrious One, I don't understand! I don't understand!"

“It is not for gods or men to understand," Wukong said, and gently untied the belt around Tripitaka's waist.

“Bodhisattva!" Tripitaka cried in anguish.

“Please, master, call me your disciple," Wukong said smoothly, interrupting the monk's protests. “As I was once a bodhisattva and have now become your disciple, there is a necessary obeisance I must perform." So saying, Wukong slipped his nimble goddess fingers into Tripitaka Tang's robes and began pulling his lower robe down.

Tripitaka hurriedly covered himself with the trailing end of his upper robe. “Please, disciple, if disciple you are, heed your master! Do you seek to destroy my original yang? I will fall from the Right Path if you persist!"

Wukong's heart broke, but he continued smiling. “Peace, master," he said, and looked up at Tripitaka with the most divine gaze he could muster. “Your dedication is admirable, but how could a bodhisattva destroy your yang? Your feet will not stray from the path, I must only accept your essence to counterbalance my own to become your true disciple."

Before Tripitaka could formulate any further arguments, Wukong gently lifted a hand to cup his master's testicles. The monk gasped, and for a moment Wukong thought he would collapse, or faint. He managed to maintain his footing however, although he seemed to shocked to do much more than stand frozen in place. Despite that, Wukong felt a near instantaneous response to his touch, and the monk's manhood stirred in his palm.

Wukong used his other hand to gently lift Tripitaka's robes, and the member in his hand finally came into view. It was rapidly swelling, and Wukong licked his lips in anticipation as it grew and pointed directly at his face. In his secret dreams through the years he had wished for just such a moment, and despite the circumstances he felt a stirring in his chest at the fulfillment of this deepest desire.

“Disciple Zhu," Tripitaka said in a strangled, pleading voice, as he tried one last avenue of escape, “This is your wife, is it not? Surely you can't mean to allow her to proceed!"

Wukong's face flushed, and he heard Eight Rules guffaw behind him. “I don't mind, I don't mind! It's only right that what a disciple owns belongs to the master as well. You know I'm not given to jealousy, I'm sure you and Brother Sha and many others will receive her righteous ministrations whenever it's appropriate. Those who have left the family must keep no possessions after all - if a wife's body belongs to the husband, then I must also give her body away!"

Wukong closed his eyes, forcing tears not to form, and decided he had to act before Tripitaka had any more time to see through the deception. Once this was done, it would be sealed. He leaned forward, and took his master's erection into his mouth.

Tripitaka gasped, and doubled over, unprepared for the sensation around his member. “Disciple!" he gasped breathlessly.

Wukong ignored him. He ignored everything except the thought that he was finally embracing his master as he had dreamed, that he finally had his lips wrapped around his master's glorious cock. He reveled in the taste, in the salty pre that was already dribbling from the tip.

Tripitaka was trembling, still hunched over, and awkwardly wrapped his arms around Wukong's head - seemingly more to support himself than for any other reason. Wukong just kept bobbing back and forth, rolling his tongue over his master's girth, saliva dripping down his chin from his over-exuberance to please the monk. He was rewarded by Tripitaka's shudders and moans, as the monk was unable to control his outbursts in the midst of this new experience.

Tripitaka's breath quickened, and Wukong felt him groping at his head, but he didn't stop his suckling. “Disciple Zhu," Tripitaka gasped out, “Why is Guanyin wearing Disciple Wukong's headband?"

Eight Rules laughed again. “What's this, Master? Did you think that's old Monkey there in disguise, with your member in his mouth?" Wukong's eyes went wide, but he didn't dare stop sucking his master's cock. Eight Rules was playing a dangerous game, but as long as he kept his master's mind occupied with pleasure he wouldn't be able to think it through logically. However, at the suggestion, Wukong thought he felt Tripitaka's member stiffen further. Wukong squeezed his eyes shut again, once again feeling tears welling up.

“No, no, master," Eight Rules continued, “I said Guanyin must take Monkey's place, didn't I? And that means she must also take up his golden headband as well, so you can discipline her as needed."

Tripitaka seemed to accept the explanation, or else was too far gone to be able to consider the point any further. His moans became sharper, his breaths quicker, and he tightened his grip on Wukong's head. After a life of celibacy, and with a master of the tongue working on him, of course he couldn't last long. With a final cry, and a gentle jerk of his hips, Tripitaka Tang climaxed in Wukong's mouth.

Wukong remained still, letting his master's semen paint the back of his throat, swallowing whenever his mouth began to fill. Tripitaka was a virile man, and his load was hot, rich, and prodigious. His Sage tongue could discern the taste of the strong yang essence he had stolen from his master with his trickery.

He tried to deny the guilt he felt, tried to blame Zhu Bajie for what he had done, but in his heart he knew he had willingly gone along with this plan. He could feel himself already taken pregnant with Eight Rules' child, knew he would not be able to transform back, knew he was trapped in this farce for the foreseeable future. His master would never see through the deception - he had been stolen from the Right path without even realizing it, and now he would never see Western Heaven or obtain the Holy Texts he sought. The gods would never appear before him again, so he would never know that Wukong was not the true Guanyin.

Tripitaka panted above him, slowly recovering from the giddiness of his first sexual encounter. In spite of everything, Wukong felt a small stirring of happiness in his chest - until Eight Rules snorted behind him. “Well done, master! Now, I think it's time we call Brother Sha for his turn!"