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“You’re reading that book again?”

Dieter looked up from the rather large tome that they had on their lap to see one of their co-workers sitting there across from them, the cobra man giving the synth lion a look while he unwrapped his sandwich. “Well, I haven’t quite finished it the first time,” Dieter confessed as they put their metallic finger in the binding to make sure they didn’t lose their page. “There’s a lot of stuff here and I keep having to go back to reread sections just to get them.”

“You definitely have more patience than me,” the cobra said after taking a bite of his food, Dieter moving the book away to avoid crumbs as the serpent gestured towards him with the sandwich. “Where did you say you got that book from again? Some sort of estate sale?”

“Actually, it was from my father’s things,” Dieter replied, the cobra once more giving the synth a weary look. “Yes, I know it’s strange, but I see my creator as my dad and he’s the one that left me this book. He said it was one of the most important things that he could give me but for the life of me I can’t understand why, most of the pages seem to talk about Egyptian mythology and while he was a bit of a nut on the subject I took this to a few museums and they all say that the book isn’t even real.”

“Huh, could have fooled me,” Dieter’s coworker stated as he used his non-sandwich holding hand to flick up the leather-bound cover before the synth lion once more pulled it back slightly. “Anyway I’ll leave you to your reading, just don’t forget to eat lunch again. Last time you did that we had a meeting and we could hear your stomach, or whatever synths have, growling through the entire room.”

Dieter just nodded and watched the cobra get up and leave while woofing down the last of his sandwich. With the immediate threat of having crumbs or mayo smeared over the book the synth lion continued to read, not only enjoying the stories but trying to figure out why this book was so important to their father. While they had told their co-worker that the museum curators thought that the book wasn’t real they did say that it was rather old, potentially a reproduction of some original mythological tome transcribed for viewing among the curious masses. They had offered them a pretty penny for it too but Dieter couldn’t bring themselves to sell it, not only due to this being something their father treasured but there was something about this book that they couldn’t quite put their finger on…

As they looked up at the clock Dieter knew that they only had about a half hour left for their lunch break, which meant that they would have to grab their food and quickly consume it just like the cobra had if they didn’t stop reading. At the moment though they were on the story of Horus and Set vying for control of Egypt, the context of which involved a competition that was not for children. They had just gotten to the part where it had been explained that both Horus and Set were attempting to show dominance over the other by attempting to get their semen in one another, but just as it was about to explain how Horus was going to do it they heard a beeping noise and realized it was their lunch alarm saying that their break was over.

“So much for getting my lunch in,” Dieter said with a sigh as they closed the book. “Going to have to wait until dinner now…” the synth lion quickly got up and made their way back to their cubicle, setting the book down on their desk before punching back in. As they started to get back to work they wondered if it would be alright to keep the book out like that, but it didn’t fit in their desk and this was the first time that they had even brought it into work in the first place.

Soon the after-lunch rush of his work was over and the synth lion found themselves waiting for a client to respond, their finger idly moving over the cover of the book. The rich leather had several gems embedded in it of different colors and from what Dieter could gather they were actually real, but being semi-precious stones mostly they weren’t worth much. As they waited for the response however they noticed that in the overhead light one of them in particular seemed to sparkle, which prompted them to put one of their fingers over the gemstone. To his slight surprise that caused a different stone to twinkle slightly, and since they had one hand on the phone the only thing they could do was move their finger over to try and cover that up too.

When it caused a third stone to sparkle Dieter wondered if it was some sort of optical illusion that was happening and moved his finger around the cover several times in order to try and keep their finger on the sparkle. When it finally reached the larger one in the center they suddenly felt it press down like a button, which caused the synth lion’s eyes to widen slightly as all the stones began to glow at once. “Um… uh oh…” Dieter said as they dropped the phone and put both hands over the cover, only for it to glow even brighter and a warmth to suffuse through their hands. “Not good…”

It wasn’t long before the light was so strong that it caused Dieter to close his eyes, and when they did the synth suddenly felt the somewhat chill air of the air-conditioned office was replaced with a blast of heat. The sudden shift in temperature caused the synth to open their eyes and when they did they gasped in shock as they found themselves standing in the middle of a desert with the book clutched to their chest. It all seemed like a dream but as they turned around wildly as though that would transport them back to their office all they saw was sand that battered against their metallic skin. It took a while before Dieter’s brain caught up but eventually they found themselves realizing that somehow the book their father gave them had somehow transported them into the middle of the desert.

Almost immediately Dieter went back to the cover and tried to see the sparkle or something that would get them home but after several attempts to just guess at it they found themselves still standing at the base of a rather large dune with the sun shining down on them. With nothing else they could think of doing they decided to climb up and see if there was anything that they could find that would help them get home. They doubted that they would be left a book and not told that it would teleport them to their deaths, which meant there was probably some sort of city somewhere nearby that they could walk to and ask for help. It meant a lot of explaining, including trying to tell their boss how they went from being at their desk to somewhere likely far away, but after a few minutes of making their way up the sandy slope they looked down on the other side and saw that getting back to work was the least of their problems.

Spread out before Dieter was an ancient Egyptian city… except that it wasn’t so ancient at that moment. Polished stone gleamed in the light of the sun as they could see people moving around the streets. At first they couldn’t believe it but the more they watched the more they realized that they were looking down at something no one had seen in thousands of years. If the book could teleport him across space it wasn’t a far stretch to think that it could do so with time too, and since it was a book on ancient Egypt it would be the most likely spot for it to take them. The problem was that everyone they had seen so far was human… which meant that it was going to be a hard sell for an anthro creature and even more so a synth like them.

As Dieter looked up at the sky they saw that the sun was starting to set, which meant that if they waited for a bit they could sneak in under the cover of darkness and try to figure out what was going on. They also heard their stomach growling and frowned when they realized that they were getting incredibly hungry, though they hadn’t accounted for time-traveling back to ancient Egypt when they had skipped lunch initially. All they could do for the moment though was hunker down in the shade of the dune and wait for the city to go to sleep. Hopefully there was some answers for them in that city, or at the very least some bread as they put their hands against their empty belly.

A few hours later Dieter slinked through the darkness through the alleys of the city while watching out for anyone that might see him. In order to take extra precautions the lion synth had gone by way of the river, only to be nearly eaten by a crocodile and bull rushed by a hippo before finally getting within the relative safety of the city and pulling themselves up on the dock. After taking a few seconds to make sure that the coast was clear they infiltrated into the city and looked around for something to eat and to help explain what happened to them. Unfortunately Dieter couldn’t read hieroglyphics and though they did get a bit of knowledge from the book they read it wasn’t enough for them to figure out where they needed to go next.

Eventually their aimless wandering did lead them to one of the larger buildings in the area, which even without the symbol they actually recognized the huge bird statues would have tipped them off that this was a temple of Horus. If there was a magic book that could take them back in time, Dieter thought to themselves as they made their way towards the entrance, then what was to say that the deities that were explained in such a book weren’t real as well? At the moment it was the only thing they got and at the very least if there wasn’t anyone there that could help there still might be food offerings that they could take advantage of. While they didn’t feel quite right stealing food from a god if they weren’t real then it would just go bad anyway, they reasoned as they went into the large stone building.

As soon as Dieter went inside the chill of the desert air was banished with the warmth within, and though it didn’t bother the synth lion too much it was a pleasant shift in temperature after scorching heat and shivering cold. Right away they could see the centerpiece was a statue of Horus that towered over everything else, the bird statue staring ahead in typical regal god fashion. There were a few lit braziers but no one seemed to be inside, including the deity themselves as they walked back behind the statue. They also didn’t seem to find any offerings, but just as they were about to abandon the idea and look somewhere else Dieter happened to see that there was an open door on the wall behind the statue and snuck a peek inside.

Inside was what looked to be like someone’s living quarters, and while Dieter wasn’t sure what accounted for lavish in this time period they found that this area was quite well-furnished and much bigger than they had expected. As they scanned around the room however they found something that caused their eyes to widen; it was a salad that looked like it was fresh from the garden, which for the desert had to be some sort of feat to grow such vibrant vegetables. Even though in the back of their mind Dieter knew that such a meal looked like it belonged to someone else they found their feet drifting towards it. Their stomach felt so empty after not eating all day, having skipped their breakfast too in favor of reading, that at this point all they could think about was getting the salad inside their stomachs.

As soon as they got close enough to smell it Dieter could no longer contain themselves and went to the plate, not bothering with the fork as they shoved the delightfully prepared meal into their maw. Not only were the vegetables the most vibrant that they had ever seen but there was also cheese and some sort of ranch-like dressing on it as well. The synth lion found the examination of the salad as an afterthought however as they chowed down the entire thing and left nothing behind, even licking up the last of the dressing in the bowl before setting it down. With their gnawing hunger finally satiated the synth lion could finally think properly again… which at that moment involved realizing that they weren’t alone in the room as someone moved around in the corner of their eye.

Dieter swallowed hard as they slowly turned their head, lettuce still dangling from their muzzle, and as they finally got who was standing there into their field of vision they felt their jaw drop upon seeing who it was. “Did you… did you just eat my salad?” the falcon man said as Dieter saw a feathered arm pointed in their direction. “You seriously walked into my temple and just… ATE my salad when I’m standing RIGHT HERE?”

“Oh God,” Dieter replied as the eyes of the avian man seemed to burrow into him as his own widened. “I mean, Horus! I am so, so sorry, but I hadn’t eaten all day and with the sun and the heat and the traveling I… uh… can I make you another one?”

“I highly doubt that,” Horus replied as the look of shock on his beak was replaced with a smirk. “Plus that wasn’t meant for me anyway, while I was the one who prepared it for my dear friend Set. You see, we have a little competition going right now and that was meant to give me the edge.”

“Competition?” Dieter repeated before they suddenly remembered what they had read in the book. “Wait, that’s right, I read about that! You two were trying to see who was the most dominant by getting your… oh… that wasn’t ranch dressing… was it?”

“Not unless that’s what kids are calling cum these days,” Horus said before rolling his eyes. “I guess I’m going to have to just make it a new one, it’s not like Set is going to find out about this.”

Dieter found themselves standing there in shock as Horus went over and collected the plate from the table while taking a second to flick the lettuce leaf that was still adhered to the synth’s muzzle. That seemed to snap the lion out of it and wasn’t sure whether to be more horrified that they had just messed up the plans of a deity or that they had just ate a salad that they had created with their semen. While Horus seemed upset about the former it seemed that the falcon god had already gotten over it as they put the dish in a basin. Perhaps this was a chance to maybe find out about the book that they were still clutching as they watched the deity move over towards his bed.

“Hey, as much as I appreciate the company of some strange metal lion guy I think it’s time that you head on out of here,” Horus said as he used his wing to motion towards the door. “I’m going to have to replace the salad you just ate and I’m not really feeling like having the one who ruined the first one watching while I make it, unless you intend on lending on hand in its creation.”

To the surprise of both Dieter and Horus the synth lion almost immediately moved over to where the falcon was sitting on the bed and before the god could react they slid their hand down into the hem of the garb that he wore. He found himself staring at the other guy in stunned silence as the two didn’t move an inch, though as the metallic hand pressed against the shaft of the other man they could feel it throb. “I… I don’t know what happened…” Dieter said, his shock turning to horror as he began to curl his fingers around the other man’s shaft and began to stroke. “I’m not trying to do this, I swear!”

“At ease,” Horus said, watching Dieter snap back like they had just felt an asp before their body relaxed. “Look, I think I know what’s going on here, kind of hoped that maybe since you ingested it instead of other means of introduction, plus the fact that you are some sort of strange creature, that maybe it wouldn’t work on you. Seems like that’s not going to be the case, it appears that my divine seed is having quite the effect from the little show you just did.”

“It seems?” Dieter asked. “How are you not sure?”

“Fornication with mortals among gods is forbidden,” Horus explained as he leaned back in the bed. “Been that way ever since Greece. Those guys loved playing around with mortals and let me tell you that it did not. End. Well.”

“I see…” Dieter said as they scratched their mane before raising a finger in question. “Wait, didn’t Ancient Greece come after Ancient Egypt by like a couple thousand years?”

As soon as Dieter said that they thought that perhaps they might have stepped over the line, only for Horus to chuckle. “Oh, you mortals and your linear view of time is adorable,” Horus said as he stood up and scratched his chin. “Nevertheless I now have a problem; you are clearly not of this time period and I can’t just up and toss you back into… the future? Either way you’re not going to fit in this time period and I can’t just release you into the wild with divine influence inside you… so I guess that I’m just going to have to keep you, I’m sure that I can make it work.”

Dieter felt his jaw drop as Horus went over towards his bed and more specifically a stone trunk that sat at the foot of it, the synth lion following the Egyptian god over towards it. “You can’t just keep me like some of pet!” Dieter said as they watched the falcon man open the lid and begin to dig around it. “There has to be some better way of doing this.”

“A pet you say?” Horus replied, Dieter sighing as they saw the falcon take something out the chest that looked like a harness. “I think we can certainly make that happen! That’s a good idea Dieter.”

“Wait, no,” Dieter quickly backtracked as Horus brought more stuff out of the trunk before closing it once more. “Being a pet isn’t what I meant when-“

“Shhh, just relax,” Horus replied as Dieter suddenly felt a finger get pressed against their metallic lips, causing the lion to look at it in confusion. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you. Now why don’t you go ahead and relax in my spa area while I help prepare you for what’s coming next.”

Though Dieter had more to say they found themselves unable to express themselves anymore, at least not verbally as they stood themselves back up and looked around the room. Just as they were about to mention that there wasn’t any sort of spa they blinked their eyes several times at seeing another room that hadn’t been there before, or at the very least that they had missed on their first look of the place. They walked towards the enclosed pool area and saw that off to the side there was an actual hot tub in the corner. At this point the synth lion knew better then to ask questions on how this deity managed to create such a thing and went over to the bubbling water to get inside.

Despite having been in the desert for the last day or so the hot water felt extremely refreshing to the synth as they sank down into it, finding that there were actual jets that came from the stone that agitated the water. Up until that point they hadn’t realized how the day had worn them down to the point their synthetic muscles had reached their limits and were finally able to relax. Just as the lion found a place where they could sit and still be above water they saw something getting poured into the water and looked up to see Horus standing there with several bottles in his arms. Once more Dieter attempted to ask a question only to find that whatever silence the falcon had imposed upon them was still in effect as the god emptied the entire bottle before throwing it behind him and starting on the next one.

“There’s no way that I can have a robot around me during this particular time frame,” Horus said after he poured out the contents of the last bottle and tossed it behind him. “So we’re going to have to soften you up a bit. Those potions plus the divine essence that’s still sitting in your belly should be enough to get you to the next step, and then we can work from there.”

Dieter just nodded and could already feel their body starting to tingle, feeling whatever magic along with the flowing water starting to affect them in more ways than one. Horus merely sat down at the edge of the hot tub and dangled his feet in, explaining that while the potions wouldn’t affect him that much they were heavy duty and normally used on people that got turned into statues. At this point the lion was able to speak once more and was about to ask what was happening to them when they felt the sensation on their body intensifying enough that it prompted them to stand up. As they both looked down at Dieter’s form they could see that the metallic shine they were used to having had changed and had fur sprouting everywhere while metal turned to flesh.

“Not bad…” Horus said as he leaned forward and wrapped his knuckles against the still metallic chest of the lion. “Mmmm, still a bit more work, and got to do your head as well, but it seems that the mental conditioning plus such a dramatic transformation will require a more drastic approach and much more divine essence. Since I certainly don’t intend on waiting let’s kill two birds with one stone, metaphorically of course.”

Horus gave Dieter a devious grin and before the transforming lion could ask what that meant they suddenly felt a pair of hands on their head as the falcon shifted forward and dunked them down completely into the water. The sudden shock of being completely submerged caused Dieter to thrash about for a bit but the powerful thighs and calves of the falcon wrapped around their body pinned them in place, and as the bubbles cleared from their eyes they found themselves right at eye level with the falcon’s cock. It appeared that Horus was about to give them more of his divine essence straight from the source, Dieter thought to themselves as the head of the cock bumped up against their muzzle, and though they knew that this would only further cement their fate as a plaything of the god they found themselves opening their maw and allowing the girthy shaft to slide inside of it.

Whether it was due to the cum they had already eaten or as a side-effect of the potions in the hot tub Dieter felt an intense rush as they began to bob their head up and down on the godly cock presented to them. Even though they were hooked in at this point the falcon continued to keep his legs wrapped around them, using their feet to stroke up and down the thick pelt of golden fur that was growing over their body. Most of the changes couldn’t be seen but as the lion continued to give Horus a blowjob under the water they could feel their insides shifting about, not just to flesh and blood though but in other ways as well. It made them wonder if they were just being turned into a lion man or if there was something more insidious in those potions, though at the moment all they could do was focus on the cock that was being thrusted into their maw from the hands that had tangled into the thick mane that they had grown.

After a few minutes and practically deep throating the hefty cock Dieter felt Horus cum, which only prompted the falcon god to push them further down to the root until their nose was pressed against his groin. With no way to move all the new lion could do was wait underneath the water as they felt the cock within their muzzle throb from jet after jet of deific cum shot down into their throat. They were unaware of how long they stayed under the water but as they felt the shaft inside of them soften the hands that had been against their head suddenly released them as well as the legs around their body. When Dieter was given the chance they immediately broke the surface of the water and came up for air, only to find that they didn’t need it even with having a body that felt like it was organic instead of synthetic.

“Yes, I made a few changes to your body while also turning you into a real boy,” Horus said as he watched Dieter brush their fingers over the new fur of their arms. “With my essence I made it so you don’t have to breathe, eat, or sleep as long as you’re in my presence, plus I made a few tweaks so that you can do things like you just did without having to worry about my hurting you or needing prep time. If I’m going to have you as a pet I may as well spoil you a bit.”

“Thanks, but my suggestion was not to be made into a pet,” Dieter quickly retorted as Horus got up from the water and prompted Dieter to follow him back into the main living area. “I know that you just put a lot of effort into me to keep me here but I really think that you should just send me back to… um…”

As Dieter stopped in mid-sentence they realized that they couldn’t remember where they had come from, except for the fact that they had traveled through time all they could get was hazy images of some sort of building and an office. “Yeah, that’s a side-effect of becoming the vassal of a god,” Horus said as he took one of the collars and put it around the neck of the lion, making a face before tossing it aside and picking up a new one. “The more of my essence you get the less you remember of your former life, and from the looks of it you’re a rather quick absorber of it. Pretty soon you’re probably not even going to remember your old name, much less where you came from.”

“Wait, no way…” Dieter replied as they took a step back as Horus put up another collar around their neck, prompting the god to frown slightly as one of the ends slipped from his hands. “Maybe my past life might be one thing, but you can’t just make me not be me, can you?”

“Look, it’s not up to me, that’s just the way this all works,” Horus replied with a sigh as he tossed that collar back as well before grabbing another one. “I don’t mind your identity at all, it’s just the whole mortal becoming immortal thing changes the soul and the soul is where the identity is and blah blah blah all that nonsense.” Horus sighed as they tossed yet another collar away and put his hands on Dieter’s shoulders as he gave the lion a smile. “Think of it this way, we’re going to give you a fun new identity and after I’m done molding your body you won’t even need to remember that you were a synth lion named Peter.”

“Dieter,” Dieter corrected.

“Doesn’t matter,” Horus replied with a chirp as he picked up yet another collar and put it around Dieter’s neck, letting out a coo as the gold metal glinted in the light. “Ohhh, this is perfect, it’s really going to accentuate the white of your feathers.”

“Feathers?” Dieter said as Horus went over and started to grab a few more items that had been piled up. “I don’t… have feathers…”

“That’s going to change soon enough,” Horus said, smirking when the lion just looked at him in confusion. “What, do you think I was just going to have you stay a lion? I sort of have a theme and I’m going to need you to match it, but also why overhaul the entire temple when you got a good foundation? Don’t worry, when I’m done with your body even the lion synth you were would approve of it, but since this is going to be a substantial change you’re going to need more essence and as part of my former analogy it would be good to get a little training in for you as well.”

While Dieter wasn’t quite sure on what Horus had intended for them there was a growing part of their mind that found themselves being onboard with what the god was saying and was almost starting to feel enthusiastic about it. It was no doubt part of the essence that they had been absorbing but they found that the falcon had a charisma and aura to him that made the lion want to do whatever he said, which included hopping up on the bed and allowing the god to put a gold and silver harness around their chest. As it settled into the fur they took a moment to not only examine the harness itself, which turned out to be a soft, supple leather, but also noticed that their body had taken on a more masculine tone to it. While it was nowhere near the Adonis-like form that Horus had it definitely felt like they were more handsome as the collar was put around their neck underneath their mane.

Horus wasn’t done decking the lion out yet and as Dieter watched they suddenly had a pair of gold cuffs around their wrists, a pair of silver ones on their ankles, and also had a silver ring that was slid over the base of their cock before it was nestled up against the base of their groin. Once that was secured Horus finished everything off by giving Dieter a silver leather jock to put on that was rather loose on them and a golden hood that was pulled over their head. The last piece looked like it belonged more on Horus than themselves as their feline muzzle didn’t even come up to the beak-like tip that the hood had, but the falcon god assured Dieter that they would grow into it before telling them to get on the bed. Once more they found themselves eagerly complying with the command and hopped up onto the mattress, finding the material to be extremely comfortable as they were rolled onto their back and told to put their arms and legs into the air.

Dieter let out a small moan despite themselves as they felt the hands of the falcon god stroke along their muscular chest, feeling their body shiver from the ministration of those dexterous fingers before sliding further up one of their arms and reaching one of the cuffs. There was a soft click and when Horus moved to the other side the lion found themselves unable to move their arm, looking up to see that the deity had hooked up the cuff to a chain that had been previously hidden until that moment. As they were about to turn to ask Horus about it they saw them do the same thing to their other arm before sliding down their body. Even with the pleasure flooding through their system Dieter managed to ask what Horus was doing, but all the falcon replied was that it would make them more comfortable as he pulled up their legs and hooked them up so they were not only suspended in midair but also spread out to leave his exposed tailhole open.

Once everything had been set up Horus continued to sit between the legs of the lion, slowly stroking his cock back to full hardness with one hand as he rubbed the bulge of Dieter’s jock with the other. With their arms and legs bound there was little that they could do but let the other man have his way with them, though as they thought about it that way it caused a tremble of anticipation to go down their spine. Already they could feel their fleshy cock contained within the jock hardening as well, pushing up against the soft leather as he could feel it begin to throb against the cock ring. They realized that the ring was going to keep them hard while the jock kept them contained, and as the look of frustration came over Dieter’s face they could see a small smirk come over the beak of Horus.

Before Dieter could mention it though they felt their back arch as the head of the other man’s cock began to push into his tailhole. True to the falcon god’s word as he was stretched open the only thing he felt was pure pleasure, groaning even more as Horus wasted little time in pushing his cock into him. As that thick shaft spread him open the only thing that the lion could think of was how right it felt, like it was only natural for them to be in this position with the falcon between their legs. It wasn’t even a matter of submission; it almost gave them a sense of pride that they were able to pleasure the god in this regard as their restrained body tugged slightly against the restraints that held them. It mattered little to the lion though as their mind was filled with pure pleasure from being stretched open by Horus, feeling their body tremble in his grasp as those fingers once more began to massage their stomach.

The strokes of Horus’ hips were slow and methodical and as those fingers continued to tease the fur of Dieter’s stomach the lion could feel something happening to the muscles that were there. It was more than just the flexing that occurred as the cock of the falcon pushed deep inside of them, they could feel the muscle thickening underneath the fur while Horus seemed to try to accentuate the changes through his thrusts. The midsection of the lion quivered as muscle began to pop out of their normally flat stomach, the fur and skin tightening around it to give them a set of washboard abs that would make most professional athletes envious. A similar sensation was happening around their groin and as Dieter was lifted up slightly from the thrusts of the other male they could see that their butt was growing more defined and tighter while their thighs tightened up and grew more muscular.

“If I’m going to have a pet I want them to be able to keep up with me,” Horus said as he continued his slow approach, though Dieter could sense that the deity was already leaking more of his seed into their body to fuel the transformation. “A strong, powerful creature that enhances me, not some servant that comes to my beck and call. I already have enough humans that do that for me, so instead I want someone that I would be more than happy to be at my side and to share my bed.”

“Share your bed?” Dieter said between gasps.

“Now now, I’m not making a parrot,” Horus said with a chuckle as he hooked his finger into the zipper of the hood and closed it. “Just enjoy, my dear Jiri.”

Jiri… as the eye holes of the mask were closed along with the hood it left the name lingering in their mind like a seed, which quickly began to sprout as the god thrusted into them and changed them further. That wasn’t his name, the transforming creature thought to himself, his name was… as the mental statement trailed off once more all they could think about was the name Jiri. Without even knowing Horus had implanted the first of their new personality, which started to spread and assimilate their old one as his hips were pushed up into the air from the falcon man beneath him. It was clear that Horus was getting very close and with their arms and legs bound the only thing that… that Jiri could think of doing was hold on as the deity orgasmed inside of their body.

The second that Horus climaxed the creature whose tailhole was spread open by the throbbing cock instantly knew about it as they let out a muffled squawk. Feathers sprouted over the top half of their increasingly muscular frame as the divine seed quickly suffused its power into their… into his body. The lion synth that had entered the temple was quickly overwhelmed with new sensations as well as new personality traits, Horus molding his new pet to be dominant on the outside but submissive to him, to be a pinnacle of masculinity and virility as well as a powerhouse to make the other gods jealous. As the transforming male felt his own growing cock begin to spurt Jiri quickly gathered why Horus had decided to suspend him in the air in the first place as he felt an intense pressure on his back before his new wings sprouted from it.

The greatest changes however were happening to the creature’s head, both mentally and physically as his feline muzzle began to stretch as the skin hardened. A beak… he was growing a beak, and that made sense to Jiri since he was a proud and mighty gryphon. He was the pet of Horus, a partner and plaything, a vessel of his power and receptacle for his lusts. All of that information continued to swirl around in his head as the god’s orgasm continued into the other man until the bound male was filled to the brim with his power.

“Fuck…” Horus said as he fell on top of the other male, feeling his body still growing as he continued to keep his cock inside of Jiri. “Haven’t had a lay like that in ages, this might work out well after all. How are you feeling Jiri?”

When all the gryphon could do was let out a muffled series of noises Horus smirked and unzipped the hood, allowing Jiri to speak out of his freshly transformed beak. “That was fucking awesome!” Jiri exclaimed, wiggling slightly in his bindings as Horus began to undo them including the eye patches so that the other man could see with his golden eyes. “I love the form that you’ve given me, it’s way better than the… um… was I always a gryphon?”

“You’re half right,” Horus replied with a chuckle. “But none of that is important right now, right now we have to make sure that you can handle all that divine energy of yours. Also we may want to put away the bondage gear for now, as much as it tickles me to have someone as bound up as you are with that hood on your head it won’t do for public appearances.”

Jiri nodded and together the two managed to get everything off, putting it away back in the chest and getting the gryphon to look respectable as the envoy to Horus. He knew as a pet to a god he would have to accomplish certain tasks and he was more than willing to do so enthusiastically, though when he finally did come in contact with others he didn’t say his actual relation to Horus. Most thought that he was either some sort of demi-god or a different type of divine being, including the others on the pantheon that came into contact with him. As the days passed however Jiri’s behavior had caught the attention of one of the deities in particular…

As Horus sat in this bed reading a book there was a knock at his door, which was something that caused him pause since he currently had Jiri at the foot of his bed with his feet pressed up against the masked beak of his pet that was in full gear. Fortunately the god had taken the time to make sure that it could be obfuscated and with a wave of his wing the gryphon suddenly didn’t look like he was wearing anything at all before he went over to the door and opened it. “Jiri,” a smooth, deep voice said as both Jiri and Horus saw the familiar visage of the jackal god of death standing there. “Horus around?”

“Oh, was not expecting to see you here,” Horus replied as he quickly got up from the bed and put the book down. “What can I do for you?”

“I was actually wondering if you could tell me the story about how you and Jiri first hooked up,” Anubis replied as he walked into the room, the glistening black fur of his chest on display as he wore only the lower garb as was his usual outfit. “I remember you told us once and I have to say that I missed a few of the details.”

“Of course,” Horus said as he wrapped an arm around the gryphon. “You see, I was just out flying when-“

“Actually I’d rather hear it from Jiri,” Anubis said as the jackal turned his head towards Jiri. “Go on, don’t be shy, where did you meet my dear friend?”

Jiri was at a loss for words; even after his new personality had been set as well as his identity it was hard for him to remember specific details about things, and after his beak opened and closed several times with no sound coming out it was clear that Anubis knew that he wasn’t any sort of demi-god or otherwise. “Listen, Nubi, I can explain,” Horus said as Anubis slowly turned and growled at the other god. “He just wandered in here one day, I didn’t even think that he could do that…”

“I have ONE rule Horus!” Anubis shouted, his eyes glowing red as the room suddenly darkened. “What’s the rule? Say it!”

“…don’t enthrall and transform mortals with our seed.” Horus replied with a sigh.

“And what did you do to him!?” Anubis asked in an even angrier tone, enough to make Jiri shrug back slightly as the forces of shadow coalesced around the jackal.

“I enthralled and transformed a mortal with my seed.” Horus once more responded.

“You enthralled and transformed a mortal with your seed!” Anubis shouted as he pointed to Jiri. “How in all the hells am I supposed to balance my ledger when you have a divine-corrupted soul being your personal pet? Does he even REMEMBER who he used to be?”

“I’m sure it’s still in there somewhere!” Horus shouted back. “It doesn’t even matter though because he was a time-displaced soul, plus he managed to get into my domicile without me realizing it, which means he had divine lineage in the first place! I can’t help it if he came in here and ate the salad meant… um… oh…”

The shadows suddenly fell away and the red glow disappeared from the eyes of Anubis as he looked at Horus in confusion, followed quickly by slight disgust. “Was this all about that stupid bet that you and Set had?” Anubis asked, Horus grinning sheepishly and nodding which caused the jackal to roll his eyes. “Well great… I mean at least you won, right?”

“Exactly!” Horus said.

“I WAS BEING FACITIOUS!” Anubis shouted, the room darkening to pitch black for a brief moment before the jackal turned to Jiri and everything returned to normal. “Well that’s just great Horus, a time-displaced soul with divine lineage and you turned him into your personal plaything. At least he’s not a brainless servant like Set had going there for a while, and this really all came about by him eating a salad?”

Horus had Anubis sit down and explain exactly what happened while Jiri waited patiently, serving drinks when his master asked him too as the jackal looked on in awe. Once everything was said and the story was told the jackal just sat there and shook his head. “Well you were right, there was nothing you could really do about it,” Anubis said. “Still hard to believe that fate allowed for a robot synth from the future to travel back into ancient Egyptian times to eat a salad you… seasoned yourself and enthralled himself to you. Does he really just do everything you say?”

“Yep, though I try not to abuse the privilege like some people we know,” Horus said before a grin formed on his muzzle as he turned to Jiri. “Hey Jiri, why don’t you go ahead and suck on Nubi’s cock while I take you from behind.” As Horus motioned his head towards the jackal the lithe male sat up and was about to shake his head, only to be stopped as the gryphon went over and slid his hands up the firm thighs of the other man and exposed his groin. It appeared that Anubis had already been somewhat interested in the idea as the rather thick member of the jackal man was already starting to twitch, growing even bigger as Jiri nuzzled his rubber-covered beak against the thickening shaft before he engulfed the other man’s member.

Anubis let out a groan as the gryphon continued to suck on his cock, the inside of his beak deliberately soft as molded by Horus who came up from behind. “Jiri, seal your beak around Nubi’s cock,” Horus said as he began to push in his own cock into the tailhole of the gryphon with practiced ease while the jackal nearly jumped when the suction of the beak suddenly increased tenfold around the sensitive flesh. “So what do you think, turns out when you pump enough divine seed in them you can start to warp their bodies on command.”

“I can see that you rather like this pet of yours then,” Anubis said as he continued to slide on his chair, trying not to fall off of it as he found himself thrusting his hips up in the air. When he put his hands down to grip the sides of the gryphon’s head it broke the glamour around the gear and caused the jackal to look up at the falcon, who just grinned sheepishly back while thrusting in and out. “Damn, he is good.”

The two spit-roasted Jiri for a while longer before they both orgasmed, and as they did the gryphon suddenly felt a bit strange while his mouth was clamped around the shaft of the jackal god. At first he wasn’t sure what was going on but when he pulled off all three were surprised to see that his beak had turned completely black, though tendrils of gold once more were starting to already to reassimilate it. “Looks like your divine seed isn’t the only thing that can affect him,” Anubis said as he got up, straightening himself up once his cock had softened. “You think he’ll listen to me too?”

“I’m not sure,” Horus replied with a shrug. “Probably?”

Anubis nodded and turned back to Jiri. “Hey Jiri, hop on one foot for me,” Anubis said, the gryphon quickly complying in order to serve his master. “Summon a tendril of ethereal shadow.”

“Huh, guess you do have a bit of control and lent him a bit of your power,” Horus said as Jiri held out his palm and a tiny tendril of darkness formed on it.

“It appears so,” Anubis said with a smirk on his face, which prompted Horus to tilt his head in confusion before the jackal turned to the gryphon once more. “Jiri, I want you to ignore anything that Horus says and dominate him with whatever power that you got from me.” The beak of the falcon dropped in shock as Jiri suddenly turned to Falcon with an equally devilish smirk on his face that Anubis had as the jackal left.

Being able to summon the tendril of shadow gave Jiri an idea on how best to fulfill his new order and before Horus could even have a chance of trying to override it he summoned a tentacle of shadow to form over the falcon’s face like a muzzle. Horus let out a muffled grunt as he suddenly had his own beak covered in darkness, but as he tried to pull it off the gryphon could see his throat shifting from the tentacle inside of it slithering its way down into him. Since he had a feeling that this power wouldn’t last for very long he decided to make the most of it and summoned another shadow, this one around the groin of the falcon that completely encased it. While Jiri thought about having dozens of tendrils stimulate the sensitive flesh he found out he could do something better and had the shiny black shadow tighten around the already half-hard member before it formed into a bulge around it.

Once Jiri was done he saw Horus quickly go from trying to get his beak free to his groin, but as he attempted to get it off of him there was nothing that he could do. Even when he dug his fingers in to reach the cock underneath the shadow muted the response, which meant that he couldn’t stimulate himself in that way as the falcon let out an uncharacteristic whimper. “Aww… I didn’t mean to make you feel sad,” Jiri said as he went up to the falcon, summoning two more tentacles that pulled the god’s arms over his head as he got more into his dominant mindset that Horus himself had given him. “Don’t worry though, I know what will give you the pleasure you need.”

The falcon’s wings fluttered in the air as Jiri came up behind him, feeling his heart pounding in his chest as he found himself in a position that he hadn’t been in before. Most of the time it was him on his back with his legs up in the air and Horus breeding him, but this time as his cock became fully erect it was time for him to turn the tables. As he ran his hands down the feathered abs of the other male he could feel him quivering, but he knew through the link that they shared it was from anticipation. It made Jiri wonder if perhaps he didn’t mind being in such a situation, though that explanation would be best left for after he had his fun as he slowly pushed the head of his cock inside.

Much like his own body Jiri didn’t need to prep Horus at all, and as he continued to slide in it almost felt like his insides were trying to draw him in deeper. The gryphon was more than happy to oblige and it made him wonder if he would have time to give the falcon a little gear of his own, and though he knew that the moment for standard fare had already passed it didn’t mean he couldn’t improvise with some of his power. Horus let out a muffled grunt as a collar of shadow appeared around his neck and a pair of cuffs appeared on his wrists and ankles. As much as Jiri wanted to do other things like a harness too he could already sense that the magic of Anubis he had gained was growing thin and instead opted to enjoy himself in the moment instead.

With his arms bound above his head the only thing Horus could do was let the gryphon squeeze and feel up his body while his shaft continued to sink in and out of his warm insides. Jiri wasn’t quite sure what was better, fucking a god or being fucked by a god, but he was just glad that he had the opportunity to try both as he could feel the bigger man squirming in his grasp. From the connection to the shadow the gryphon could feel the falcon straining for release, his body shuddering with each thrust as he felt the need to cum once more but was unable too. He was also fairly sure that the falcon was altering his body in order to make his cock even bigger, sliding it out and seeing that it looked thicker than before as he thrusted in and got even deeper into the other male.

Jiri continued to stand behind Horus and have his way with the restrained body of the falcon until finally he came, which when he did the last of the black that was in his beak disappeared. Horus nearly collapsed to the ground and before either of them could do anything the gryphon’s eyes widened as he leaned back and fired off several jets of glowing cum into the air that landed on the nearby wall. Once he had finished Horus flopped back onto the floor and laid there for a while panting, and as Jiri asked if he was okay the god just gave him a thumbs up before flopping back down. He stayed that way for a few minutes before hoping back up to his feet and shuddering, his feathers fluffing out briefly.

“Man, if I had known what that was like I might have let Set win that bet,” Horus said with a grin. “You’re quite the natural, perhaps with a little training we could get you a pantheon of your own. What do you think, maybe take up the role of partying a few hundred years before Dionysus?”

“I think I’m good,” Jiri replied with a pleasured sigh of his own. “But perhaps you might want to do something like that in the future? I don’t mind being your pet but part of me serving you is to release that stress of yours, and it seems like we did that very well.”

“I will have to keep that in mind,” Horus said with a wink as he stretched his body. “Perhaps we can even get Anubis in the mix again since you seem to be able to absorb a bit of a god’s power when they’re inside you. But for the moment though I would like to do something else with you, as I’ve just realized that you’ve been in that body for quite some time and we haven’t even utilized the full extent of it yet…

Half an hour later Jiri was letting out a cry of pure joy as he spiraled through the air, the pyramids a speck on the ground as he used his wings to cut through the air. “This is awesome!” Jiri exclaimed as he flew right past Horus, the falcon having to flap backwards to avoid the dive-bombing gryphon who quickly leveled out when he got close to his master. “How have we never done this before?”

“Well, as deities we try not to expose ourselves too much to the real world,” Horus said as the two leveled out and flapped their wings next to one another, the connection between them allowing the two to speak normally even with the wind rushing by them. “But I do like to come out on overcast days just to stretch the old wings out without worry of prying eyes, though sunny days like this do give you a hell of a view.” Jiri just nodded and remembered not to stray too far from Horus or go too low to the ground, seeing the sun slowly start to sink towards the edge of the world as they continued to fly over the sea. Even though they started to get pretty far away from the temple Jiri knew that Horus could just fold space and time in order to get them back to where they needed to be without too much trouble.

“How far up do you think we could go?” Jiri asked as they rose up higher once there was nothing but the sparkling blue sea beneath them.

“Oh, pretty far, though the air gets pretty thin after a while,” Horus explained. “We may be eternal but we’re not immortal. Oh… and I wanted to give you something that I think you might enjoy now that we don’t have to worry about the others popping in like Anubis did.”

Jiri tilted his head in question before Horus handed something to him, which after taking it he realized was a gold collar that had the name Jiri engraved on it in both English and hieroglyphics on the outside and the words Adored Pet of Horus on the inside. “Awww, you shouldn’t have!” Jiri said excitedly as he unclasped the old collar, Horus about to say something before the piece of metal suddenly was whipped away and fell towards the sea. “Ah… whoops.”

“Don’t worry, it was just rubber anyway,” Horus said as he watched the gryphon excitedly put on the collar while he dug in his bag for something else. “Oh, and I found this too while cleaning, not sure if you still wanted it. Might be a nice keepsake.”

Jiri was surprised at getting another gift before he saw what it was, his eyes widening as he saw a book with a jeweled cover. Though he wasn’t quite sure what it was from it did spark a hint of familiarity, the gryphon holding on tight as he rubbed his scaly avian fingers over it. When he did he saw that there was a glint in the center jewel that at first he thought was just the sun, only to see it start to spread to the other ones. Must be some sort of strange magic, Jiri thought to himself as he placed his palm over the largest one in the center…

…meanwhile in an office cubicle in the modern era a cobra sat back in his desk, listening to music and sipping on a cup of coffee that he had gotten from the break room. As he leaned back however he began to feel a gust of hot air, like someone had turned on the heater that caused him to pull out the ear buds and look around. “Hey, it’s the middle of August guys,” the cobra said angrily as he moved to put his coffee cup on his desk. “Who the hell turned on the-“

There was suddenly a loud crashing sound as the surface the cobra was about to put the cup on disappeared, both it and the cubicle wall being pushed forward as a blur crashed into it and several others to create a path of destruction. The serpentine creature blinked a few times and slowly leaned into the furrow that was made, along with several other coworkers as they saw the hindquarters of a lion buried in the debris, which started to move as the wings of the creature twitched before flapping to try and remove himself. “Ugggghhh…” the creature within said as the gryphon backed up, pulling a binder that had gotten impaled by his beak before he looked around. “Where am I… wait…”

Everyone continued to look in shock as the gryphon man slowly got up, not wearing a stitch of clothing as he brushed himself off and smoothed the feathers of his head. “Um, excuse me,” the cobra said after he regained his composure, getting the bigger man’s attention as a pair of gold eyes looked at him. “Who are you?”

“Oh hi, I’m Jiri,” the gryphon said with a smile on his beak before a look of recognition came over his face and he pointed back at the cobra. “Oh hey, I remember now! Did you manage to get the updates on the G-45 specs that I sent you before the board meeting?”

“Uh… yeah…” the cobra said before he shook his head. “Wait, what the hell is going on?!”

“That’s good,” Jiri said as he gave the cobra a thumbs up, ignoring the question as he looked up in the air. “Hey Horus, uh, little help here.”

For a few seconds the naked gryphon stood there, but before anyone could ask any more questions the lights in the building flickered and another falcon that was even taller than the first avian creature suddenly was there with his arms around the other man. “Sorry, take them off the leash for one second and they start barging through time and space,” Horus said as he hugged his arms around Jiri. “Well, bye everyone, nice meeting you.”

Once more there was a flurry of hot air and the lights flickered once more before they came back online and the two were gone. As the others in the office began to talk amongst themselves on what just happened the cobra walked through the row of destroyed cubicles and desks to where the creature had landed, kneeling down in his business suit and picking up a familiar looking book. “No way…” the cobra said as he also saw a few feathers that had been left behind. “Dieter?”