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Changing of the Guard (Request for Rajara)

By: Cimmaron Spirit

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**WARNING: Contains transformation, mind changing, ancient temples, adventure, orgies and sex. Lots of sex. All (for the most part) GAY sex. If you don't like, not old enough, not legal, etc. etc... why are you still here? Go now before they get you!**

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"Are we there yet?" the large, buff, purple colored wolf called out, making the smaller, leaner brown haired stallion roll his eyes again.

"I told you five minutes ago," the horse said, using his machete to hack away a small branch blocking his way. "We will get there when we get there!"

Rajara sighed, swatting at yet another of the minuscule small bugs that decided they liked the taste of wolf flesh. Why did he agree to go along with Cimmaron on one of his "excursions?" He made it seem like it was just a walk in the park; the ancient temple was around here, so if they go along this path, they should find it. Easy, right?

That was, if you were a rather adventurous time traveler, not a lupine that preferred his days at home, where the most dangerous activity ended with a stubbed paw in a worst case scenario. Not being eaten by some horrible creatures that would take a bite out of you then, then save the rest of you for later.

"If you are such a time traveler Cim," Rajara called out as he climbed over a fallen tree, "why didn't you just go there and get it?"

Cim sighed again. "And I told you this answer four minutes ago: if it had been disturbed any time before now, it could have thrown the Space-Time Continuum out of whack. And believe me," he grunted, slashing at a rather thick vine, "you do not want that to happen."

Rajara rolled his eyes again, following his stallion friend through the path he was clearing. The wolf's large backpack, was filled with a lot of their survival gear, (and) was starting to get heavy. The Straps where digging into his shoulders; his paws were aching from the rough underbrush of the jungle, and his tongue was almost constantly lolled out, his body trying to cool down the overheating in the oppressive humidity. If the weather was bothering the time traveler, it sure wasn't showing. He was caring on, shouldering his much lighter backpack, hacking away at the underbrush, and with his non-existent, outdated fashion sense showing: wearing a pith helmet and a khaki green outfit that would have looked more in place on a European explorer into Africa in the 1800's. It's almost like if the horse tried to do his best to relive everything, no matter how many times he had gone through the actual event.

"Why not go back in time to at least figure out where it was?" the wolf called out again, after he struggled to get his backpack loose from a vine that Cim couldn't reach.

He could hear the stallion chuckle. "Where's the fun in that? Lost temples are designed to be that: LOST. If they weren't, we wouldn't be doing this because everyone and their pet dinosaur and grandma would have already been here."

Rajara grunted again, after his paw stepped on something slimy for the umpteenth time today. "How do you even know what the temple would look like?"

Cimmaron turned around so suddenly that Rajara nearly ran into him.

"I don't. All I know is that it is a big temple devoted to the God of Pleasure of an ancient race long since extinct. Neither I, or anyone else save those that built it know where it is." Cim turned around, and started hacking away again at the deadly forest. "Besides, it's not like..."

CLANK! The sound of steal against rock resounded, making large birds and animals scatter in panic.

"...it's just going to show up," Cimmaron finished, pulling his now dented machete from the rock. Rajara caught up, and looked at the green covered rock that he struck. Old carvings covered the sides of the rock, though they were very weathered from the moss and the rainforest betting down on it.

The stallion looked at the rock, and then around it, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Where is the entrance?" he muttered, walking around the stone entrance to see if he could find the opening.

Rajara smiled as he watched the "intrepid" explorer try to figure out how to open the thing to get inside. The purple wolf leaned up against the rock, which, from the weight of the muscular lupine, gave in, dumping the wolf with a yip inside a long, damp pathway.

Cimmaron poked his head around the corner, looking at the wolf, still in a daze after falling in. "Well, that's one way to open the door," he commented, before entering the passage, pulling out a flashlight as he did so.

Rajara at last sat up, and looked around. The walls were covered in vines and moss, and the air was musty and, frankly, nasty from having been sealed inside for so long. The wolf got up, and started following the stallion, who continued along the long, winding passages deeper and deeper into the temple complex.

However, soon the walls were twisting and turning, leading off into multiple directions. Rajara tried to do his best to keep up to Cimmaron, but soon the time traveler was nowhere to be seen.

"Cim!" the purple lupine called out, but all he could hear was echoes. "Cim! Where are you?"

Rajara tried to find Cim's scent, but even that was difficult to do now, as the air was so dank and musty that he couldn't smell anything else. He groaned, and continued to walk through the maze, hoping that he would be able to stumble on the stallion. Though, by now, he was prepared to hug him (despite his masculinity), and then punt that horse across the temple for dragging him down here!

He was now running through the passages, trying to do his best to find the exit and Cimmaron. Rajara was going so fast that he couldn't tell he was simply go around in circles inside the maze. However, after passing the same rock that was sticking out of the wall for a fifth time, the realization dawned on that he was trapped.

"Oh great," he muttered, before slowing down. "Stuck in this rock maze, without that horse around here..." he kicked the side of the wall with his paw in anger.

The wall suddenly began to crumble and shake before it fell to pieces; it seemed that he hit it much harder than he thought. Rajara looked at the hole in the wall, surprised at the fact that he seemed to be able to knock down every stone wall he came across. He shrugged, and was about to walk away and try to find Cimmaron when a shimmer of gold from inside the collapsed wall made him stop, and look inside.

At this point Rajara realized that he must have found a secret passage way, for a long corridor greeted his superior night vision. In the far distance, a gold object seemed to be perched on a pedestal. The wolf decided that he wanted that, whatever it was.

He cautiously entered the pathway, crouching down so that his bulk could easily fit inside. His eyes were transfixed on the item down there, and before he knew it, he was within reach of it, his heavy backpack having been shouldered off at the entrance to this interior room, leaving him free of burden.

Rajara looked around the object, and was amazed by it. It was about a foot and half tall, and about as wide around as both of his paws. It had a strangely familiar shape, but he just couldn't quite figure it out.

But the purple lupine blushed at the pictures engraved into the golden idol: a series of lewd sexual acts between horse's and a variety of other creatures, including wolves, dogs, cats, avian's, amphibians and even dragons. All of the creatures were male, and all of them were bottoming or subservient to the, well, frankly well-equipped stallion.

Rajara turned away, no longer wanting to look at the depictions of homosexual acts. He looked down to see the front of his pants was tented from the pressure of his arousal, making him nervous and confused.

"I'm straight, I'm straight," he muttered to himself, doing his best to ignore his gay turn on. "I don't like other guy's cocks; I like pussy, boobs, and tits...," he kept mumbling to himself, over and over again. "Not gay, not gay..."

It was only after a good long while that he was able to get his member to shrink back into his sheath, and he felt safe enough to walk away.

Rajara decided he had enough of this place, and decided leaving would be the best idea. Finding that time traveling horse and leave! But something was drawing him back to the idol. Something in his mind that was telling him to touch it or even take it... The wolf tried to ignore the demands inside his mind.

Before he realized what he was doing though, Rajara was facing the idol again, with both of his paws reaching out to grab it.

"No, no, no, no!" he muttered to himself, trying to restrain his arms from clasping the golden... horse cock? Oh god... that is what it was: the thick length, bulging medial ring in the lower half and flared head now giving itself away to Rajara.

But the idol was like a magnet, and the wolf's paws were steel. No matter what he did, his paws came closer and closer to the object, until the last of the wolf's will power ran out, and he clasped it tightly.

Shocks coursed through his body the moment he touched it. The energy pulsed throughout the wolf, pooling inside his body, though it seemed to be focused on his arms, legs, torso and groin area. The shocks were starting to feel pleasurable, like a deep massage of his muscles. His cock start to emerge from his sheathe again, inch after inch of red, pointed cock slipping past the furry ring that normally protected it. The energy seemed to focus its intentions around the throbbing lupine member, the base thickening into a large knot.

Rajara gasped and growled as his body was rocked by the sensations, his mind clouding with thoughts of horses, running free. Of stallions mounting other male horses, and shoving their thick cocks into the tight rumps of the bottoms, the whinny's filling the air with sexual need and desire. Part of his mind, still not succumbed to the pleasure, screamed that this was wrong! That he wasn't gay! He didn't do it or take it in the ass of another guy! What the hell was going on?

But the voice was drowned out as Rajara's peak drew near. He clinched his foot paws, the claws digging into the stone floor, while he withered and moaned as his body was toyed with.

A loud whinny echoed through the wolf's mind and the room as the red rocket, still constrained by his clothes, couldn't hold on anymore. His churning balls at least unleashed its bounty, and load after load of hot wolf cum shot out, staining the front of his pants and was growing bigger and bigger as Rajara experienced the largest orgasm in his life.

After what seemed like eternity, Rajara collapsed to the ground, the idol still in place on its pedestal, the warm and fuzzy feeling of his post orgasmic state flooding his mind, still not completely comprehending what just happened.

It wasn't until much later that the wolf at last stretched and stood up, feeling oddly refreshed and at ease. He calmly walked over to the backpack where it was carelessly left earlier, and heaved back onto his back, before at last walking out of the tunnel, and back through the maze. As he expertly weaved his way through the stone passages, it briefly occurred to him that he didn't really know where he was going. But his mind kept giving orders to his body, which directed him straight out of the temple, right to the waiting time traveling stallion.

"There you are!" Cimmaron exclaimed, looking over his lupine friend. "I was afraid you had gotten lost in there!"

Rajara just shrugged. "I dunno: I just wandered around a bit, and then managed to find my way back here."

"Did you find anything?" he queried, but the wolf shook his head no.

Cimmaron began to nod, when he noticed the ruined crotch area on the wolf's pants, which Rajara seemed completely ignorant of. Weird, Cimmaron thought, as he started back on the path they followed into the jungle in the first place, back to the river where there boat was to take them back to civilization. He didn't think that his friend was one to jack off anywhere except in front of his girlfriend(s) or a computer screen, much less a musty old temple that he grudgingly agreed to see.

As they climbed back down the path this time though, Rajara wasn't complaining about the heat, the bugs or the jungle as they continued. If anything, he seemed to be at home here now, deftly winding his way through with a grace that he hadn't shown before, leaping over logs and ducking through vines that he hadn't before. It was almost as if something else was controlling him, Cim thought, thinking back to those games that allowed you to control a simulated computer person through their life. It was either that or he was at least happy to be going back home. He shrugged the thought aside, glad at least to have some quiet time to think.

For one thing, the temple seemed to be barren and empty. He had heard (back when it was built centuries ago) that it was home to an idol of an ancient African god, a horse figure representing pleasure. The stallion chuckled, thinking about the "pleasure" he himself had experienced throughout time and space.

But, the idol wasn't there. It puzzled him, for he was sure that no one else had set foot in that temple since the tribe that built it vanished. Maybe it was taken in those last few days, and hidden somewhere else, he theorized. Maybe the gold had been melted down and was being used for other purposes.

Well, whatever the reason, Cimmaron thought, pulling out his golden Chronodevice, and rubbing a hoofed finger over it, he would find out. Some way or another, he'll find out.

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Rajara sighed as he was at last back home, and flopped down on the bed, exhausted from the trip.

It was... memorable, to say the least. Though, after he entered into the tunnel and started going through the maze, his memory became fuzzy, and he didn't remember a thing that happened between when he was in the maze until he was on the boat, going down the river back to the city they set out from.

But after he did snap back, the first thing he noticed was that the front of his pants were caked in his seed, which utterly confused him. He never before had a wet dream, so how could that have happened, and inside the temple (as that is most likely where it had happened)?

But nothing could be answered by Cimmaron. He didn't know what had happened to him earlier, which was also very confusing. How could the time traveler not know? Couldn't he have just gone back and tried to figure it out?

Or, had the stallion, being the horny bisexual furry he was have molested him and made him cum? He had no idea, as he didn't know if the horse had mind control abilities, besides being virtually invincible in any other regard.

The wolf sighed, deciding that maybe it was best to just ignore it. It had been a decent trip, even if the trek through the jungle had been miserable on the way there, and a complete blank while at the temple and on the way back.

His stomach growled for attention, reminding Rajara how long it had been since he last ate, which must have been at the layover in Frankfurt on the way back to the States, which was... a heck of a long time ago. Damn time changes.

The wolf climbed out of bed, and groggily made his way to the kitchen he had. The jet leg was really bad this time, it seemed. He hadn't been able to sleep on the flight as well as usual, mostly with the thoughts of what had happened at the temple. And the fact that Cimmaron didn't accompany him on the way back made him suspicious, though the horse claimed that he had some business to take care of.

But he at last went into the kitchen, and pulled open the fridge. But as he looked at the stuff inside, his mind went "Bleh..." at all the meat that was normally stocked inside: the bacon, ham, beef and other forms of protein that he normally ate not having any appeal to him.

"Then what do I eat?" he wondered out loud, closing the door to his refrigerator. At that moment, his mind went into auto pilot, and before he knew it, he was sitting at the table with a large bowl of oatmeal and granola, and had taken a few bites.

He suddenly recoiled, looking at the offending meal in front of him. "What the hell?" he muttered, realizing that he didn't really like oatmeal or granola before. The only reason he had it at all was for the more herbivore fur's that came by. But, here he was, eating oatmeal. A carnivorous lupine eating oatmeal...

And it tasted pretty good...

The wolf at least polished the bowl off, sighing in contentment as his belly had been sated. He at last got up and wandered back to his bed, laying himself down as the effects of jet lag at last swept over him.

As he closed his eyes, the last thing he saw was horses, running over a grassy plain; powerful, wild and free...

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Throughout the next couple of days, Rajara admitted that he was feeling... weird. He wasn't sick; if anything, he felt better than ever. He felt even stronger and faster than he did before he went on the trip, and the few trips to the gym down the street confirmed it. He was able to pile on more weight, had longer endurance and stamina, and just felt good.

But that still couldn't shake the thought that something was wrong. For one thing, he was mostly subsiding on apples, carrots, oatmeal and other vegetables and grains. He did manage to eat a hamburger, and had a nice steak dinner with some friends the other night and bacon for breakfast, but meat just didn't hold the same appeal as before.

And, he wasn't sure, but he thought his fur was maybe getting... darker? Whenever he would brush through his purple coat, he swore he saw some darker brown strands, but barely noticeable against the violet that surrounded it. He knew that fur color could change on most anthro's, so, he just assumed that maybe he was starting to get a new coat. Maybe some hair dye would be able to fix that if it got to noticeable.

Four days after he got back, Rajara entered his apartment, a couple grocery bags full of vegetables, something that did raise some questions down at the supermarket he usually went to. He would just say a friend, a horse, was with him, and it was for his friend. It seemed to satisfy most people, so that was good enough.

He set the bags on the table, and pulled out an apple and took a bite into it. Had he really paid attention, Rajara might have been able to notice that the sharp canine's he had weren't leaving that much of an impression on the apple as he ate it. He took a few more bites and finished the apple, tossing the core into the compost container in the corner. He pulled out another apple and started biting into it as he wandered over to his computer, to satisfy the other, not so bad thing that seemed to have come out of this.

Ever since he got back, Rajara was almost constantly horny. It didn't take much for him to get off now; just a few moments of hard fapping was almost all he needed. And, unlike before, he was often times jacking off three or four times a day, something that he hadn't done since he was an adolescent cub going through puberty.

He turned on the computer, and instantly started browsing the internet for porn. He clicked on the bookmark for one set, and found a video of a female raccoon deep throating a large lion prick. Rajara's paw almost absentmindedly drifted down to his crotch, automatically undoing his jeans and pushing past his underwear, allowing the red tip emerging from his sheathe unobstructed access to the outside world.

Inch after inch of bright red flesh slipped out, his paw wrapping itself around it, and slowly rubbing over it as the raccoon in the video pulled herself off of the massive lion pole that was in her throat, dripping in saliva and preseed, and then turned around to present her ass to the camera. But at that point the video quit, making the wolf growl in disappointment. Rajara clicked on the next link, not caring what it was. He was so horny right now, but he wasn't anywhere near ready to shoot.

But the next link was broken. And the one after that. Growling, Rajara clicked on the next link, but it was also broken. The next time revealed that the site was down altogether.

Rajara was about to give up in disgust and go to his stash of magazines when an ad for a site that he knew catered to the bisexual crowd popped up. Sighing, and still quite randy, he decided to give it a go.

The first video was of a bear and stag double teaming a hot vixen, the bear in her pussy and the cervine in the ass. Rajara's tongue rolled out of his mouth as he panted, watching the action on his screen. His eyes were going toward the two cocks pounding the lithe vixen ferociously, biting his lip as the camera got the close shots of the anal and vaginal sex at the same time. He started panting heavily, clicking on the next link after the first clip was over. It loaded almost immediately, and was of two stallions, one black with a white mane and tail, and the other inverted, kissing and groping the other. Rajara could feel his groin heating up with the action, his knot starting to balloon out thicker and thicker.

Rajara didn't care if it was two guys going at it. It was so hot. So sexy... so right.

The white coated stallion pushed the black one onto the bed, the cute horse rum sticking up in the air, the white tail teasingly moving back and forth, giving just the slightest hints of the waiting pucker. The top stallion then moved his muzzle in, and, using his tongue, slathered up the black horses rear, making him moan and shiver dramatically, eagerly awaiting what was to come. His balls were starting to tingle, his cock painfully yearning for release, his knot so sensitive to the touch.

The white stallion stood up and the massive long horse member with the tip drooling pre was positioned in line with the waiting receiving end. And with a nicker, he pushed his hips in, the anal ring opening around the massive pole, making both groan, one in pain, the other in pleasure.

It was enough for Rajara, the dam at last breaking. Shot after shot of semen shot out and over, spraying the wolf, the computer, the wall and the celling with the force. The panting wolf took several shots straight into the muzzle, the hot, salty wolf seed easily sliding past his tongue.

Another few shots of spunk came out, thickening the coating on his chest and stomach. Rajara panted heavily, his tongue lolled out of his mouth from the sheer pleasure, his mind just relaxing in the aftermath, the musk that was pouring off of him relaxing his whole body.

The two stallions on screen continued to go at it, nips and nickers, thrusting and slapping the only sounds. The wolf lazily stroked his cock, rubbing the cum into his cock and balls. A couple drops on his head made Rajara look up to the celling to see the result of his handiwork, dripping down all around him like overly musky, thick rain. He had never cum hard enough for it to land on the roof, he thought lazily. First time for everything though.

He glanced down to his cock, a big goofy grin on his face. But it vanished when he saw what was there.

His paws were lazily stroking over a semi hard, pink and brown mottled stallionhood; medial ring, flare and all.

"Oh shit...."

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"What the hell do you mean?" Rajara roared at Cimmaron, calmly lounging in a comfortable chair in the corner, on leg crossed over the other as he doodled and scribbled in a red journal, a pair of glasses perched on his muzzle. He was currently dressed in a Soviet Red Army uniform, the peaked cap resting on the coffee table in front of him.

"Exactly what I said, Comrade," the stallion explained, looking up to the distraught wolf. "You are turning from a volk into a loshad."

"Stop speaking Russian!" the volk growled, showing of his sharp fangs.

The loshad sighed, setting the journal down. "Look, Rajara," the time traveler said in a firm voice, "I did some research, and I found out that you had actually found the idol. Your mind was kinda blanked, though, meaning you wouldn't remember it. And, also in going back, I learned that the idol was only to be used for one purpose."

"And that would be..."

The stallion paused and sighed. "To make and designate a person as a new Head Priest for the worship of the god."

Both furs looked at each other for the longest time; Rajara in shock and fear, Cimmaron in mild discomfort at having to share this information.

"Well, can you undo it?" Rajara asked Cim, unaware that the purple fur on his body was starting to turn brown.

Cimmaron sighed. "I can't. Even if I wanted to, that idol would have found the way to you. You are destined for this, whither you like it or not."

Rajara's eyes went from fear to panic, and he then looked down to see the brown fur now spreading all over his body.

"No! No! No! Nonononononono!" Rajara growled as the brown fur continued to overpower the purple that originally covered him. The transforming lupine fell to the floor as pain shot through his foot paws. He looked down to see the toes starting to blend together, the sharp claws of a predator growing over the solid mass to turn them into shiny, obsidian colored hooves. New feelings started to flow through him, but Rajara stubbornly tried to resist it, the feelings to screw a muscular stud's tight ass... NO! I'm straight! He thought, closing his eyes and trying to expel the thoughts from his mind. Never interested in guys before, never will be!

His legs started to get larger, new cords of muscles building on top of the other's to give his new body new strength that the wolf never had before. Rajara's other muscles, while still very well developed, also seemed to grow larger and more defined, the six pack turning into eight, his pecs bursting out into massive hunks of rock solid flesh. The biceps of the wolf turning horse also bulged outwards, veins that were barely noticeable before now pulsing to life as changing anthro's heart grew larger and more powerful to support its host. As he continued to grow larger, the t-shirt and jeans that Rajara was wearing, groaning at the sudden inability to contain the wearer, was easily ripped to shreds, the much larger figure now standing nude in the middle of the living room. I...I... don't want other guys...

Rajara's muzzle started turning from a distinctly smaller lupine figure, and was now getting larger, taking a more boxy equine shape. His teeth, which had been slowly shifting from those of a carnivorous predator to one more suited for creatures where plants were the main food source for days, now accelerated while his canine like nose stretched out into two nostrils on either side of his muzzle. Women... not guys...not guys... not guys... guys... guys...

The purple head fur, which had always been cut short, seemed to burst out into a darker brown than the rest of the fur covering the fur, white coloring the very ends of the new long, flowing mane. Rajara's ears seemed to actually shrink a little, but gained much more flexibility, able to twist behind him now to hear behind him better than his old ones did. The long wolf tail seemed to pull apart, becoming long, individual strands of chocolate like brown hair tipped in white. No... not hot, sweaty, sexy muscular guys, with big cocks and balls to fill me, and inviting asses for me...

The cosmetic changes had left Rajara exhausted and he slumped to the floor, his mind barely comprehending what had happened. But his body wasn't quite finished, for now the changes focused on his groin, partially changed before the burst. The new horse's sheathe seemed to fatten out, before at last opening to allow the flat, pink and black mottled cock head out of its protective casing. Inch after inch followed, easily dwarfing Rajara's lupine length before. The sac underneath also seemed to balloon out, making room for the much larger testicles than now supplied the new stallion. Oh god... I need it! I so need it! Yes! YES!!!!

His balls, having more than doubled in size, flooded the new equine with hormones and urges that he never felt before. The urge to rut and fuck filled him, and not females. Oh God no.

Men only; tight ass's and mouths of muscular and well hung guys to be taken by his mighty new cock, to start a new order devoted to the God of Pleasure, with himself as the High Priest. The ability to take and give whatever he wanted or needed, the knowledge of magic long forgotten and how to use it, the desire of male against male all flooded through his mind.

The stallion on the floor, the warmth of lust and hormones rushing through him sat up, and looked at the other stallion, who had watched the entire events of the past few minutes in curiosity, though there was no denying the obvious turn on for the now much smaller horse, the front of his khaki colored pants lined in red tented in an obvious fashion.

Cimmaron chuckled as his friend stood up, showing of his nude, muscular new body. "So, you like what happened?"

Rajara nickered, the sound feeling so right. "Oh, you have no idea..." He licked his lips, and his own manhood surged to attention as he shuffled on his new hooves, which felt so much better than the paws that he had only a short time ago. It was like he was always supposed to be like this, he just didn't know.

The time traveler rose from his chair and started unbuttoning his jacket, setting it down on the couch. "You know, Rajara," he started, looking up with a smile. "I had always thought you were hot."

The former wolf laughed. "Well, now you have a better reason to, don't you?" he smirked, flexing his new body into a series of poses that would have made any professional bodybuilder envious.

Cim bit his lip, his erection and urges demanding action. After all, it wasn't like he had got much in the past while...

Rajara picked up Cimmaron in his hoofed hands and pulled the other equine into a tight embrace, before gingerly planting his lips on the other horse's. In his hands the remainder of the clothes on the stallion vanished through his sudden knowledge of magic, suddenly liberating the body of his first "conquest" to his desires.

The smaller stallion shivered as his body was exposed, and nickered in surprise at the hot pole of flesh prodding at his tailhole, much bigger than any he had taken before. He looked up to Rajara, who gave back a disarming smile.

"Don't worry," the empowered equine whispered, setting Cim down on his bed. "It will all work out."

Before the time traveler could protest, Rajara pushed the flat head of his new cock against the black tailstar of Cim, making him whiny loudly as he felt the massive size spread him open. But almost as soon as the pain speared through him it vanished as quickly as his clothes had before. And the bigger stallion pushed in, deeper and deeper, which seemed to make Cim's pleasure levels skyrocket, blanking his mind to everything but being screwed by the new horse above him.

Rajara huffed, pushing his mighty stallionhood as deep as he could into Cim's tight anus, lubed only by the plentiful preseed his balls continued to pump out. His cock felt much more sensitive now: every push made him shiver, the expertly timed clinches of Cimmaron's ass nearly making him cum right there. He managed to get a hold of himself, and with a push forced the last few stubborn inches into the time traveler, making him whiny and squeal and squirm under him.

Cim's mind had been virtually blanked, and he couldn't see straight as something inside of him told him he had just took the entire cock of the massive stallion above him. He could feel the length start to pull out and then ram in side of him again before he could comprehend what had happened.

"Oh God," Cimmaron gasped as Rajara begin to pick up more speed, thrusting in and out faster and faster, his pendulous balls slapping against Cim again and again, making both creatures groan in mutual pleasure. "Give it to me!" he whinnied, begging for the muscular stallion above him to give him all the sweet juices that he had to offer.

Rajara grinned, grabbing ahold of Cim's waist before picking up all the speed he could. Sweat dripped off his face as he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the end, to sweet, sweet release. And to solidify his new position as a servant of a god devoted to such feelings as what was going through him now.

"I'm... close," Rajara moaned, driving himself as deep as he could with every thrust, the cock head flaring out, his balls tingling from the pleasure...

"I WANT IT!!!" Cim roared, clinching his tight rear against the massive stallion prick inside him, the head seeming to grow bigger and bigger as it flared.

And Cim got it. Rajara bellowed out in release as his heavy balls jumped and started pumping his rich, steaming hot cum deep into the time traveler, who cried out at the same time as his cock flared and shot its load, coating his bare stomach and the bed below in his own seed, the first shots even landing on the wall in front of the two rutting males. But it seemed like an afterthought to Cim, as he could feel his ass fill up with the massive inaugural load of a new stallion, so much so that it started to backup, spilling out of his rear despite the massive plug inside him.

After what seemed like eternity, Rajara pulled his softening length from Cimmaron's ass, cum spilling out on the bed as he did so. The smaller horse, his body stretched and filled, gave out and he fell on the bed, landing in the small puddle of his own cum. Rajara gently lay down beside exhahusted time traveler and grinned.

"This was so much better than being in Soviet Russia, huh?"

Cim looked over and gave a weak smile. "Da, Comrade. I can always go and save the Union... later."

The two chuckled before rolling into each other's arms and falling asleep, but not before Rajara could hear a whiney that seemed very familiar echo through his ears, and a massive gold object suddenly appeared just on the edge of his vision. He looked at the intricately carved gold object, and the different scenes on it, and grinned.

He now knew what to do.

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Cimmaron sighed as he stepped into the large stone temple, nestled into the heart of the Rocky Mountains. At least it wasn't sweltering hot now like it was the LAST time he went to a temple devoted to an ancient God. Instead it was much cooler; with snow falling gall around him, could it be anything but?

Dressed in a bulky snow suit and sporting a pair of goggles, the time traveler walked up the flat, smoothed steps up to the entrance, a path he had traveled several times before. Despite being the first to experience the gift that the High Priest had to offer, he couldn't join the temple due to his position in the world. Or, more appropriately, his lack of position; being a Guardian of Time meant he was outside of the flow of history, able to simply step in whenever and wherever he wanted. He had no permanent roots in any time, and he couldn't set them down either, which sometimes was a shame, but better for everyone that way.

And it wasn't like Rajara managed to find some to join him: heck no. Throughout the world was hundreds, if not thousands that followed the God of Pleasure and his high priest. Many were not equine, but no less devout. All were male, however, and seemed to have a libido and sexual drive that were almost superhuman, meaning some of the best orgies ever, Cim chuckled.

He walked up to the large oaken doors and banged a gloved hoof hand on it. It opened a bit, to allow a tall, muscular (and nude!) fox to look out. Once he saw the time traveler, he grinned, and opened the door wider.

"Master Cimmaron," the fox said, bowing low as the horse entered, closing the door quickly behind him. "The High Priest is eager to see you again."

"Thank you Vincent," Cim said, and started taking off his clothes in the warm and intricately carved interior and handing the cold, soaking wet garments to the doorman. "Would you mind getting these cleaned up? I haven't had a chance to clean them for a while." Like climbing up and down Mount Everest three times long!

"Of course!" he enthusiastically replied. "Anything for a guest of the High Priest!"

Cim chuckled. "Thanks, and I might get you a reward later as well," he said, winking.

The Time Traveler walked past the fox who was clearly about to get a hardon the longer Cim stood around and promised him the thing a follower of Rajara desired most of all. He walked past other's all males (after all, females aren't allowed here, and they have their own priestess to get all hot and bothered about), some cuddling with others or cleaning up, whiles the majority where in various sexual positions that even the Kama Sutra might have difficulty describing. Maybe later Cim might have to join some of them...

But first things first. He continued past another door, where some more guys were having sex with each other. Except, this time, they were all stallions, and well-endowed as well. They were the actual "priests" of the Temple, the ones who were in charge of the Temple's dealing with the rest of the world (most were actually heads of moderate sized corporations and smaller nations, and the number was increasing all the time with new devotee's), and have been the ones that have been turning new recruits to the Temple as it got larger and larger. Many of them were some of the first ones Rajara brought in, and then bestowed the honor of serving him in a more important role, and distinguished by elaborate head dresses and a loincloth (though, frankly, who wore them?), as well as their positions of power in the world. It involved being turned into an Equine, but not a single one was complaining about that requirement.

A few looked up and waved or called out Cimmaron, and the time traveler waved back. But he had more important stuff to do first.

He at last reached the last door, and pushed it open and peeked inside. Despite the knowledge that he was inside a hollowed out Mountain complex, the interior of the rooms did a very good job of hiding it. However, if you were to be thrown into this room first, you would never believe that you were, basically in a cold, damp cave. It was covered in rich wood panels more ornate than the rest of the temple, with lots of red silk hanging around.

And in the center was a large soft bed, big enough to sleep at least ten furs. If sleep was what you had in mind when you came in here...

But reclining in the center, and lavished upon by four other muscular males; a wolf, deer, cheetah and a ram, was the High Priest Rajara himself. The cheetah slowly licked over his massive watermelon sized balls and half erect cock, again much bigger than before, while the ram and the deer worshiped the massive hooves, so large that only custom made horseshoes could fit on. The wolf had the best job it seemed, grooming the long, luxurious mane, running his claws through the silky hair. After all, even a mighty High Priest needed to look good. And Rajara thanked the wolf by stroking along the rock hard lupine cock, making the big puppy moan and whimper in ecstasy, though the larger horse was much more talented than to allow the wolf to get off, always bringing him to the edge before slowing down, then speeding up again. It must have been torture after a while, but it seemed like the wolf didn't care.

The large equine, who was now almost twice as tall as Cimmaron (had all these years made him get so much bigger while reducing his ageing to an infinite crawl?), with nary a piece of cloth on him looked up to see the visitor to his private chambers, and grinned.

"Welcome Cimmaron," he boomed, his voice seeming to have a lot deeper since he was transformed. He also had a head dress and loincloth, more intricately dressed than the others, but worn most likely the least of all. He bid the smaller stallion to come in and the time traveler clip-clopped on the marble tile as he came closer to the bed of the former wolf.

"It's great to see you again," they both said at the same time, making all in the room laugh, before the four others continued to lavish the hunk of a stallion that lay before them.

"It has been a while," Cim admitted, slipping out of the t-shirt and sweats he had been wearing.

Rajara grinned. "And it's great to see you didn't miss the anniversary."

Cim chuckled, climbing onto the bed and nestling up beside the larger stallion. "Would I ever miss it? Can I ever miss it?"

Rajara laughed as they both kissed, Cim's stallionhood slipping out of its sheathe, knowing what's about to happen.

"Plus, after 58 years, you think I have an excuse to miss it?"

They both laughed, and then got to work proving that no excuse should ever be used anyway.