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The Old Order Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Mithrasity

It had long been said that everything in the world had been discovered. Between global satellites, GPS, cell phones and the internet, the entire world had become interconnected. No island was left undiscovered, no culture was ignored. The only mysteries left to the world in terms of life and civilizations were sparsely scattered undiscovered species - at least that was what everyone had thought. The Andes Mountains along the western edge of South America had long been an anthropological treasure trove. Evidence of farming in the mountains dated back four thousand years and there were numerous regions with cave paintings all over the place... but nothing at all compared to the discovery of the cave of souls.

Lured in by the remnants of cultivates squashes, chillis and manioc, the discovery of the cave had been an accident. A cave floor collapsed, revealing a vast temple like structure covered with painted walls, artifacts, chambers, puzzles and carvings. It was a treasure trove that baffled the world and archeologists had come in from all over the world. For Jake Suthers, it was an opportunity of a lifetime. Back in the states, Jake was a bit of an anomaly. He'd gotten his bachelors in anthropology and archaeology and was working towards his doctorate, but he spent almost all of his time with the professors back in the undergraduate department. That anomaly had been one of the best decisions of his life.

Jake's colleague, Doctor Jenner, had been selected as one of the foremost expert on South American prehistoric cultures and he had been allotted one research assistant. After their years of camaraderie, Jake had been selected. The two had flown across the world, set up camp in the village of scientists that had descended on the area and they had set to work. Two weeks into the dig, they felt like they had barely scratched the surface... and Jake felt as if he were on the edge of time travel, looking at how intact everything was.

Jake was twenty five years old with dirty brown hair. Normally it was kept to an average length, but it had gotten a bit shaggy with the travel. His cheeks were covered with a bit of stubble but his blue eyes were undaunted as he worked. The cave system was massive, fanning off in every direction. The presence of the cave spat in the face of everything they knew about humans in the region, showing that there was life and civilization well before they thought. Work lights had been lowered into the cave carefully, casting a dull cream colored glow onto the walls, every inch of which was covered with intricate paintings.

Rather than stick figures, the paintings had a bit more detail to them. The features were roughly correct and the sizes were proportional... and it was these cave paintings that earned the site 'the cave of souls' moniker. Jake moved along, his sweat stained t-shirt clinging to his torso. The paintings seemed to show the life span of humans, from boyhood to manhood. The paintings even showed the first mustache and hair on the chest, but it was the white paint that stood out on the red stone, the white swirls moving out form or into their bodies, that made it truly unique. The transition of souls seemed to be key and it was overseen by animal gods, ranging from horses to rabbits to what seemed like a bull. The diversity was quite wide.

Jake was captivated by it all, but he knew he was dallying. The main cave was the jurisdiction of another team. His work was in one of the remote passages. Jake sighed softly, leaving the main chamber. He snaked his way through the zig zagging corridors, walking along the path of rope lights that had been laid out along the ground, barely lighting his path. He was starting to feel like his cave was just an aqueduct or waterway of some kind; the walls were so eroded and so pitted. Even doctor Jenner had a slightly better section. The caves had proven to be so expansive that the teams had split in two while more researchers were called in. Jake was just grateful for a little break and a little freedom.

Reaching the end of the passage, Jake knelt down and turned his flashlight on, propping it up as he picked up his brushes from the ground. He started to work at the dead end of the passage, trying to rule out that it was anything but a waterway so he could move on. Light layers of dust fell away to ground as he worked, though after a moment he pulled his mask back up. He continued to brush away layer after layer, feeling like he was wasting his time before the unexpected started to happen. Some of the material was more resistant to his brush, like stone rather than aggregate mud. Jake switched out to a smaller brush and started working around the denser material. His eyes widened as he started extracting a solid, even edge.

Jake's heart raced as he worked, removing the dried mud and dirt, allowing a surface to slowly emerge. It was a stone wall of sorts, though there were carvings in it. The minutes disappeared, then hours. Jake lost track of time, working like a demon. He knelt down to remove the grime from the lower section, but every so often he looked up. He was revealing a very real, very actual stone doorway. There were small circular gaps in the bottom of the door. Jake guessed they had once been to allow water through, but they had long filled with mud. He carefully pushed some of the dirt through, reveling in the perfect cut of the circles and the faint passage of air over his fingers from the freshly opened chamber.

Every bit of Jake's training was telling him to go alert someone, to tell someone. Most of all, he felt that it was important to get an air quality test. Egyptian researchers had died from exposures to spores, dormant bacteria and a number of other afflictions, but Jake felt a tug at his soul, a curiosity that was mounting. This was his discovery, his finding. He brushed away more of the debris from the door, making the engravings more legible until he found a central passage running the width of the door. It was an old dialect, but Jake could make some of it out. He pulled out his sketch pad and wrote it down, script for script, before he started to translate.

"Herein rests Mithras, god of the old order... and his followers." Jake whispered before looking at the door. It wasn't just a temple; it was a tomb... a tomb of the very gods themselves. The aggregate mud indicated flooding of some kind, meaning that the room beyond could be ruined... but the passage of air made it likely that the mud had stopped when it clogged up the door, sealing and protecting the room. Jake took a soft breath. It was against protocol, but if he advanced, then he would be the first. All of history would know it was his discovery and no one had usurped him. Even if he died, he would be in the history books. Jake trembled with excitement before his hands began to move over the door, looking for a seam. He found a beveled edge, but as he worked at it with one hand, his other brushed an emblem on the door. The stone tile sunk in and the door suddenly jerked back.

Jake backed up in shock, wondering if he had broken the door.... But then it began to slowly rumble and open on its own, the door sliding off to the side. Jake's jaw dropped in sheer wonder. A counter-balanced door... It was a sign of an incredibly advanced civilization, perhaps far more sophisticated than that of the Egyptians at the time. Jake watched the dusty door slide until the dark room beyond was presented in full. A musky, old gust of air funneled out of the cave as new air mixed in. Jake still stood with his mask on, but it was nothing more than a dust shield. He slowly picked up his flashlight and stepped into the room beyond.

As Jake entered, his footsteps echoed. The stone bricks making up the floor were very much clean and his steps echoed out from there on the walls. Jake could see the back wall about fifty feet away, the side walls about twenty feet on either side of him. Jake was impressed by the size of the room, so impressed that he failed to consider other risks to his own safety like traps. As his foot stepped on a brick that suddenly sank into the floor, Jake froze, realizing the insanity of his actions. He gasped in shock as a burst of fire ignited on a wall, then another and another. The fireballs caught torches on fire, a reddish orange glow picking up around the room, sparkling off the vast deposits of gold and riches in the chamber, and the mural on the right all. Jake moaned softly at the splendor of it all.

A fifty foot wide mural covered one wall, showing the vast mountains. Cinnamon skinned humans were bowing down before an army of animal men. The crops in the paintings were fertile, the skies full of birds and the rivers overflowing with fish... but it wasn't the mural that soon held Jake's attention, his eyes drifted down to the line of ceramic phallus shaped objects lining the shelf beneath the mural. All but one appeared to be broken, the ceramic cracked and crumbled in places, revealing a hollow interior. Some of the phallus casks were human in nature with mushroom shaped ends. Others took on more beastly shapes. Some had tapered canine tips or barbed feline tips. Some were long and narrow like cervines. The only one left intact was just off to one side. Slightly larger than the rest, it was a cask in the shape of an equine member. It had a medial ring around the center and a flat, blunt head with a thick urethra.

Jake wasn't sure, but he was starting to feel that perhaps Mithras was a god of fertility. Between the mural and the collection of cock shaped containers, it seemed like a very distinct possibility to say the least. Jake moved over toward the shelf, looking at the cracked objects. He gently, carefully picked up one and examined it. The ceramic material was still strong despite the four thousand years of time passing. Jake examined the interior through the crack. It was highly smoothed and glazed, to the point of being non porous. It was possibly a container for some sort of liquid, though Jake shuddered to imagine what kind of liquid would be kept in a stone cock.

The young archaeologist slowly moved along the cave, pulling out his sketch book to write down his discoveries, to sketch them down, looking at the mural. The paint on the wall was in impeccable shape. He knew it would start to deteriorate with the door open, but he was just stunned by it all. He looked at all the gathered men worshipping the beasts. The artistry was so spectacularly detailed that he could make out every hair on their head and every hair on their faces. Even the teenagers seemed to have side burns... but Jake's focus shifted to the army of animals on the painting and then back to the casks before him.

"I wonder if each of these represents a specific deity..." Jake wondered softly to himself. He moved along, coming up to the golden brown horse cask, the one intact object. Jake shook his head softly, "Looks like you were the only lucky one." Jake said softly. He looked at the statue for a moment before intending to move on, but when Jake told his feet to move, they didn't. He remained in place, looking at the statue, his eyes unblinking, unwavering. Slowly, as if in a dream, his hand started to rise on its own.

Jake grunted in shock, fighting his own body, trying to regain control, but it was no use. He gazed at the statue and his hand grasped it, lifting it off of its base. Jake growled in effort to try and put it back, feeling almost as if he was possessed. While he held the base with one hand, the other lifted up against his will, the fingers curling around the cool exterior. Jake grunted out in shock as his hand began to stroke up and down the cask, sliding along the smooth surface. His fingers rubbed the ridge around the middle, bumping the flared edges of the horse cock head.

Never before in his life had Jake felt so disgusted with himself. He had violated the rules of archeology and now some ancient parasite had probably crawled into his brain. It was the only excuse he could think of for such a lewd act... but as his hand moved, the friction heated the cask. The sculpture began to throb and pulse with that head before there was a faint splintering sound. Jake's eyes grew wider as he heard the splintering start and then he all but screamed as a thick jet of silvery goo came spraying out.

The goo erupted from the cask with impossible power and speed, arching out before splattering on the ground, but rather than spreading out, the puddle contracted over time. Jake watched, paralyzed into place, only his hand moving as impossible amounts of liquid escaped the container. It kept coming all over the place with no end in sight, but something very different was starting to form. The goo began to move around on its own, reshaping slowly. Jake's eyes watched with shock as a gooey foot formed, then an ankle. The foot was vague and highly undetailed, though the ankle had a bit more definition. The puddle spread out a bit before another foot started forming next to the first.

Moments ticked by and still the statue poured out its heavy load. The ankles had lifted up into calves, knees, thighs, and then a waist. Jake felt his heart skip several beats as he realized that the strange liquid was forming a humanoid shape. Round ass cheeks formed, then hips, then a groin. The goo rounded out like a sack, then a phallus started to stretch out. The silver liquid constantly shifted and moved, but it clung to the shape that was forming, moving but never dripping off. Jake trembled gently as he watched, feeling the ceramic almost pulse with life beneath his fingers, still unable to move.

A torso built up, then shoulders before two muscles arms all but erupted from the base, sloshing down before drippy fingers erupted. All that was left was the head, and as the neck built up, Jake knew that was coming. The cask in his hands grew suddenly as cold as ice as the last of the silvery goo escaped its deceptively small container, flowing up. Jake almost dropped the cask as he watched the silver liquid flow up the torso and form into a skull, an equine skull. White drippy ears, a long silver muzzle, sightless white eyes. It was mostly horse, but the ears were a bit taller than normal, the muzzle a bit wider. It was as if the shape had a touch of donkey in it too. It was a horse man made of liquid, but it was standing on its own. With the body formed, the creature slowly solidified. The silver goo turned white and portions hardened, looking almost like living ivory. The beast blinked and then stretched, a long white semi-rubbery tail flicking around behind him. The beast snorted air through its nostrils before it turned, looking at the human.

"W...what are you?" Jake whispered. The beast looked at the human before it took a step forward and reached up. Jake trembled even more as a finger touched his forehead. A soft drop of pearly white liquid ran down his forehead, sliding to one side of his nose and then his chin before the horse man stepped back.

"Perhaps a better question is who am I?" the horse asked, his semi-liquid skull managing to form a tongue and teeth. He looked the human over before continuing, "I am Magnus, servant of Mithras. As to what I am, you might call me... a cum golem." The horse said.

"What?!" Jake asked, taking a step back. Magnus smirked.

"Surely it doesn't surprise you... I was released from my tomb by your hand, a tomb that looks rather like... Well, you get the picture." Magnus said.

"Gods aren't real. This isn't happening. I am hallucinating." Jake whispered.

"Ah, like the researchers in Egypt? No... This is quite real." Magnus grinned wide.

"See, you're a hallucination, you wouldn't have known about Egypt. You're just in my head." Jake said.

"I had to copy your mind to know your language... That's what the touch was for." Magnus replied, shaking his head, "Are all humans in this era so hard to convince?" he questioned. Jake slowly returned the cask to the shelf before he turned to run. Magnus turned to liquid at once and swept across the floor, curling around Jake's feet before reforming in front of him. Jake skidded to a stop. Magnus grinned softly before he leaned in and put his lips to Jake. Jake grunted in shock at the kiss, feeling a rubbery tongue push at his lips, prying them apart... but once the tongue had access, it turned into liquid and gushed in like a fire hose. Jake grunted and coughed as it came out of his nose, pulling back. The thick silvery goo dripped from his mouth, as he fell backwards onto his ass before he moaned sharply in pleasure.

Blood rushed to his groin, his cock hardening, pushing against his pants. Jake closed his eyes, breathing fast and hard, his chest rising and falling. He was flushed, sweating and very aroused. Magnus moved to crouch down, reaching a hand to stroke at Jake's groin, petting the fabric there. Jake looked up with fear and lust, never before having felt so conflicted or confused. Jake slowly reached up to wipe the goo from his face, though as he set his hand down, the goo rolled off and tumbled across the floor before being reabsorbed by Magnus.

"Jake, I'm not here to hurt anyone... I'm just here to rebuild the old order." Magnus whispered, looking to the shelf, "All my friends have perished, trying to save humanity, I am the only one left to carry on. For that, I need a high priest to share the good word. You... could be that priest." He whispered. Jake panted.

"How do I know you didn't wipe out this civilization? Why haven't we ever heard of it? What if you're some foul demon?" Jake asked. Magnus smirked gently.

"You've seen the paintings; this temple wasn't built by people afraid of us... It was built by the people that loved us, and the people we loved." Magnus whispered, opening his horse mouth. His tongue turned to liquid for a moment before it took on the shape of an equine member. Jake gazed at the extension in surprise before the cum golem leaned in for another kiss. Jake's cheeks bulged wide as the cock tongue slid back and forth, faster and deeper before the end slid down his throat, turning to cum part way down.

Jake shuddered, his stomach filling with warmth... and his cock ached even more, straining against the fabric. Jake started to tingle and writhe all over, his balls aching like they were suddenly working over time. The horse pulled back and looked at the archeologist. Jake continued to moan as his stubble thickened into a short beard, hair pushed out around the collar of his shirt and a wet spot started forming in his pants as hiss cock let loose his precum. Jake moaned softly, looking up at Magnus.

"Jake, imagine an eternity of lust and sex... fertility, pleasure... All the things I can give you. All you have to do... is embrace me." Magnus said, moving to straddle Jake. Jake moaned as the horse man lay against him, their bodies touching. He didn't feel wet, at least not in his solid form... but he was so warm and smelled of sweat and sex and horse and man. Jake had never given much thought to being gay, let alone anything sexual, but he was so horny... it all felt so good. He swallowed gently. His life of study flashed before his eyes, his ideas of being in the history books... but with this, he would be history... In a moment of sheer will, his hesitations disappeared.

"Yes... I'll do it." Jake whispered. A great look of glee crossed Magnus' face as he leaned in for another kiss. For the first time, Jake eagerly leaned into it, pressing his lips to the cum golem's. Their kiss was intense and wild. Once more Jake's mouth was invaded, at first by the tongue, but then by more. Magnus' muzzle started to melt, turning back into semen. Jake's eyes opened and then widened as he felt more and more of the goo entering his mouth. He gulped at the flow, trying to keep up. It flowed down his throat and filled his stomach, but it was doing far more than that.

Magnus' horse shaft began to whip around and turn back into a tentacle of supernatural sperm. It pushed down under the waistband of Jake's pants, finding the human's hard cock. It teased the urethra before it pushed down inside, pumping into the human in a reverse orgasm. Jake shuddered wildly, getting filled at two ends. The hot spirit cum sped down his shaft and began to push into his balls, engorging them. His sack swelled, but it still wasn't enough room for Magnus. His legs began to melt and flow over Jake's hips, flowing down the seat of his pants and under his underwear, navigating its way to his virgin ass. The goo flowed almost like a jelly or a lubricant but left no residue behind.

Jake tried to moan but his throat was full of goo. Soon the third tendril began pushing into his ass, flowing in steadily, pumping into him. The cum golem diminished, melting away as he entered the human's body at all three points. Jake had already drunken Magnus' head and was sucking down his neck and shoulders. The golem's torso funneled into Jake's balls while his legs had sloshed off and filled up his ass. Jake grunted hard as the torso separated from the shoulders and the last of the mysterious white goo flowed down his throat and into his cock. As quickly as the experience had begun, it was over. The room was still and quiet, the cask was cracked and empty, and Jake was left with nothing but a raging erection and the strangest mix of feeling happy and violated that he'd ever known in his life.

****

The rest of the dig had been non-eventful for Jake. When he had woken up, he found no trace of what had happened. There wasn't a single drop of fluid; he didn't feel any different... Jake prayed that if it had been some sort of parasite, virus or spore that he'd had the worst of it and that he wouldn't die. He'd reporting his findings to his superiors and the other scientists had descended upon the chamber. Still, Jake's plan had succeeded. Every researcher had to note that he had found the chamber and been the first to step inside. After all the back breaking labor, the drudgery and the second class treatment, he was in the history books... and he was headed home.

When the Peruvian government had learned of the temple with apparently advanced technology, the international research team had been sent home. Jake was disappointed, but he couldn't blame them. Everything they knew about their own history had just been altered, but then again so had history for everyone. Jake leaned back in his chair on the plain, looking out of the window at the ocean waters. He knew he could have spent a lifetime at that site, learning all the little details... but at least the team had digital stills and video evidence. They could dissect the second hand evidence for years to come, but Jake knew that his most important work was yet to come. Doctor Jenner had chosen him to make a presentation to the school about everything they'd discovered.

Jake shifted a bit in his seat, trying to think of the best openings for his speech, but his bladder was weighing on him rather heavily. Jake grunted softly before he stood up and made his way down the aisle past all the other American researchers, opening the door to the bathroom. He squeezed in and shut the door behind him before promptly unzipping his pants. He had little doubt he was about to pee like a race horse. He drew out his manhood, holding it in his hands. Jake was a bit amused that his shaft had gotten semi-hard, no doubt in an effort to help his bladder keep it all in, but as his hands touched his rod, Jake's member hardened further.

Soft, hot breaths passed his lips as he felt his cock stiffen and grow erect. He slowly closed his eyes, murmuring. It felt so good, just like in his delusion. Jake started to move his hand back and forth along his rod, grunting softly, moaning in enjoyment. It was all so good... He thrust into his hands, panting harder, feeling heat spread from his groin. He moaned louder, jacking off more wildly. It was almost as if his shaft was growing longer in his hands. He could feel the flesh thicken and stretch, blood flowing in more and more.

Concern crossed Jake's face just as much as pleasure, concern that he was having another episode, that his delusions were returning. He grunted harder, louder, faster, his other hand latching onto his shaft, working it with both hands, pumping and moaning before his brain blossomed in that most blinding flash of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He shuddered and came, thick silver liquid spraying out of his shaft into the toilet, though with his eyes shut, Jake missed the fact that the liquid changed direction mid-stream, escaping the toilet water to cling to the sides of the toilet bowl, hiding in the shadow. Jake moaned as his load subsided and he leaned back against the tiny countertop.

The small puddle of liquid slipped out between the toilet seat and rim, sliding around to the back of the toilet, keeping out of sight. Jake panted softly, opening his eyes, pausing. He didn't feel like he had to pee anymore... Jake looked around a bit in confusion before he slipped his shaft back into his pants, though it was a bit more difficult than usual, almost like he had more to pack away. With a zip of his pants, Jake moved to wash his hands and headed out of the bathroom, moving back to his seat. The small silver puddle sloshed down the side of the toilet and squeezed under the door, snaking its way along the ground, repelling dirt and dust from entering it. The liquid started to become more pearly white as it moved, taking on its own identity, learning from its 'fathers' and growing from there.

As the puddle took on its own sentience, it all but quivered in anticipation of a crowded airport to come. Surely something good would come from that experience. Jake had settled back into his seat and leaned back, none the wiser that the being residing in his body had created offspring. Magnus rested inside of Jake, completely content to be awake and free after so many years of being dormant.

****

A steady chatter of involved scientific terms filled the terminal as the plane of archaeologists moved out through the airport. From LAX they would split up, heading back to their respective campuses... eventually. Jake reached up to rub his neck, knowing he had a bit of a layover. Most of his luggage was being transferred so it could be loaded on the next plane, but he pulled a small rolling suitcase along, his carry on. Jake took his time, moving along through the terminal at a leisurely pace, feeling rather worn out but refreshingly cool. After being in Peru, it was delightful to be back where the weather was a bit more stable. Jake stretched a bit and yawned as he stepped onto the moving walkway. Jake looked at people moving along with him and those heading in the opposite direction. Some walked manually around the outer edge, some took scooters. People of every race and creed were present.

'Their clothing is so restrictive... and bland...' Magnus voice echoed in Jake's head. Jake's eyes widened in shock.

"You're not real..." Jake said quickly. Some of the other passengers around him looked at Jake with shock, backing up slightly.

'I can hear your thoughts perfectly well... You don't have to disturb anyone else.' Magnus replied. Jake grimaced.

'So what is this, another episode?' Jake asked in his mind, not used to thinking being a part of conversation. Somewhere deep inside him he could hear Magnus chuckle.

'I gave you some time to yourself, to adapt and adjust. I knew it wouldn't be easy for you becoming a high priest of the old order, but even with your memories I had no idea that things were this... repressive.' Magnus shuddered.

'Hey, watch it. This is my culture... Yours disappeared, remember?' Jake countered.

'Well, you don't have to be-' Magnus' voice grew still as Jake spotted an eighteen year old man leaning against a wall wearing a fish net shirt and tight leather pants, his hair dyed neon green. A grin crossed Jake's face, a grin that wasn't his own. Jake quickly flinched as his shaft started hardening.

'Hey, this is my body you're getting your joyride in.' Jake replied. Magnus chuckled again as he settled in Jake's body a bit more.

'You go to Yale, don't you?' Magnus asked after a moment.

'Yes, why?' Jake responded. His eyes were moved for him by Magnus, coming across a young man standing in the middle of the flood of passengers going to and fro. He was six foot one with feathered dishwater blond hair. He wore a grey Yale t-shirt and black jeans but he had on a backpack made out of the United Kingdom flag pattern.

'Go make friends with him...' Magnus whispered, 'Who knows, he could be gay...'

"Quiet, you." Jake said out loud before blushing, pulling his case along with him a bit faster than the walkway was going on its own. The thick puddle of silver clung to the bottom of the case, having overheard its parents' discussion. A tiny tendril peeked out from beneath the case, looking at the young man in question. It liked how tall the human was. Jake stepped off the platform and moved over to the young man, feeling a bit anxious, but only for a moment. A strange calm and confidence crossed his face, his pace became almost a sort of swagger and he slowed.

"Yale enthusiast or exchange student?" Jake asked with a smile. The young man turned, his blue eyes meeting Jake's. A shy grin crossed his lips.

"Exchange student... is it that obvious?" the young man asked, his voice carrying a fairly proper English accept.

"Only to those looking. I'm a student at Yale, so I recognize the swag. You aren't by any chance catching the 7:00pm flight, are you?" Jake asked.

"I am, are you?" the young man asked. Jake nodded.

"Jake Suthers, a pleasure to meet you." He said, offering his hand.

"Gideon Smith." The young man replied, taking Jake's hand for a shake. Jake had expected a conventional handshake, but as their skin touched, Magnus took over, manipulating Jake's fingers to massage Gideon's palm, pressing pressure points. Gideon inhaled slowly, looking almost mesmerized. Magnus made Jake take a step closer and Gideon pressed into Jake's torso, panting gently, growing hard at once. Despite being taller than Jake, he all but melted against him. Jake was completely shocked at the encounter, especially as travelers started looking at the two as they passed by.

"I'm sorry, I-I..." Jake stammered in shock.

"Are all yanks like this, or just you?" Gideon asked softly.

"I can't think of any other Americans that would do that on a first meeting." Jake blushed.

"Then it looks like I met the right one..." Gideon murmured, nuzzling Jake's neck. Jake was wide eyed, completely caught off guard for what had happened. Deep inside himself, though, he heard a soft chuckle.

'You're welcome." Magnus replied. Jake continued to hold Gideon, not sure what else to do... but the puddle of pearly white goo on the bottom of his luggage was much more certain. It slipped down and flowed across the ground before sliding up Gideon's shoe, spiraling around his sock before waiting for its ample opportunity to strike.

"We... should head to our terminal, wait for our flight." Jake said with a bit of embarrassment. Gideon nodded, brushing his blond hair out of his face.

"Anything you say." Gideon replied, obviously incredibly smitten. Jake began moving off with his new 'friend', completely amazed by what had happened.

****

After a day of buzzing activity, the airport had grown quiet as evening dragged on. The sun had begun to set and the smog above California was the color of flame. Jake and Gideon had talked for several hours before they had both seemingly fallen asleep for a short time. Between jet lag and long trips, it was understandable, though as Gideon woke up on the shoulder of a stranger, he blushed a bit... except that stranger was Jake, the man he had grown so close to in such a short time. Gideon gently extracted himself from Jake and stood up, making his way around the chairs before moving toward the bathroom to search out his feelings.

The exchange student pushed through the wood door to the bathroom and walked over to the sink, running his hand in front of the motion sensor to turn it on. He collected the water in his hands before splashing his face with it, trying to wake up and think clearly. He blinked a bit and let his face drip dry before he opened his eyes, but as he opened them, he saw something in the reflection of the mirror, a bubbling and sloshing object.

Gideon spun around and gasped as the liquid built and flowed upon itself, remaining relatively hollow in the center but forming a definitive outer edge. The figure had built up all the way to the waist before he had spotted it in the mirror. Its torso formed, then long arms, then finally a head. The Londoner expected the head of a man to form on this strange goo creature, but what formed instead was almost feline. Tall pointed ears slid up out of its head along with a curved upper lip and a faint attempt at whiskers. Gideon trembled in shock and fear, pressing up back against the counter but the white figure stepped forward, reaching up a paw to rest on Gideon's cheek. To Gideon's surprise, it was barely tacky or wet at all, feeling almost like cured glue. The creature opened its mouth as a rough tongue and teeth formed, blinking its sightless white eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I am Altus, I am for you..." The creature said softly before smiling wide, continuing to pet Gideon's cheek, stroking the flesh as he absorbed knowledge.

"What do you mean you are for me?" Gideon asked. The feline all but giggled.

"You are to be my priest, and I am your cum golem. Together we will bring the light of the old order back to the world and it will be so much fun for both of us." Altus said, a long round tail swaying behind him. Gideon looked perplexed.

"You're a... cum... golem?" Gideon asked, his eyes wide.

"I am... But there's an easier way for you to figure out what's going on. You just have to be willing to trust me." Altus said, leaning in, pressing his feline lips to Gideon's. Gideon moaned, accepting the kiss, his lips parting and filling with suck musky flavor. He was hard in an instant. Altus grinned, "Do you trust me?" he asked. Gideon hesitated.

"I don't... know... but I want to find out." Gideon said softly. Altus grinned, clapping his paws together before he turned around. His tail lifted up, curved and pushed down into Gideon's pants before it found the head of the exchange student's shaft. The tail quivered before it turned back into liquid and began draining into Gideon. Gideon grunted sharply, grabbing onto the countertop behind him, going weak in the legs. Altus quivered and shifted as his body funneled out through his tail. Gideon's eyes rolled into the back of his head, the sensation of the reverse orgasm intense. He panted harder and harder before he fell to his knees, but by that time Altus had used up most of his legs.

Gideon's lips hung open and he drooled softly, watching Altus melt and slip up into his body, slurping over the edge of his pants, disappearing inside until his cock was still once more but his balls felt hot and bloated. Gideon moaned gently, wobbling a bit before he collapsed on the floor, panting for dear life. Gideon was about to think he lost it, that he'd gone insane, but a soft giggle filled his head as Altus began pushing into his mind. Gideon moaned softly, then louder as Altus took all his sexual fantasies and memories and amplified them, making them kinkier, more vivid, more pleasurable to call back. Gideon moaned, one hand reaching up to rub at his nipples, an unearthly smile crossing his lips.

"The old order will be reborn." He whispered happily before he rose to his feet, shifting softly. As Gideon looked into the mirror, he saw a hazy ghost like reflection of a black and white snow panther next to him with an arm over his shoulders. Gideon knew that Altus was actually much closer, but he grinned as if he had been reunited with his best childhood friend. He turned, moving out of the bathroom, eager to get back to Jake's side. Jake turned, hearing the footsteps, having awoken shortly after Gideon's departure. He was none the wiser to the change in Gideon for the moment, though if he had been able to see Magnus, he would have known the horse golem was smiling brightly. A chime filled the air.

"Flight 1140 to New Haven Connecticut, now boarding at gate twelve." Echoed the voice of the flight controller.

"That's us." Jake said, stretching and standing as he grabbed his bag. Gideon grinned quite wide, reaching to give Jake's ass a squeeze.

"Yes it is." He said, moving along with a spring in his step and a sway of his hips, almost as if he had an invisible tail to swish behind him.

****

The door to Jake's apartment opened just long enough for him to move in and lock it behind him. He yawned happily and dropped his luggage by the couch before wandering toward his bedroom.

'Jake, you're not going to sleep again, are you? You already had a nap. I want to see this campus of yours, meet people.' Magnus said inside his head. Jake pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor before kicking off his shoes, reaching to undo his belt next.

"I haven't slept in my own bed in two months... And airplane sleep doesn't count. I'm exhausted. Your religion waited four thousand years to return, it can wait a little longer." Jake said, stripping down to his underwear, though Magnus soon stepped in and used Jake's arms to drop that as well. Jake shrugged and flopped onto bed, rolling over onto his back. He had been too tired to even pull the covers over himself and just tired enough to drift off into sleep almost at once. Magnus grumbled gently to himself at the human's lack of cooperation, but then ideas slowly started to dawn to him. The campus wasn't too far. If Jake wasn't going to explore, Magnus would just have to advance his plan blindly.

Magnus began manipulating Jake's dreams, making him dream of being a handsome farm hand with flowing long hair and a ripped muscular body, the envy of every milk maid in the state... but it wasn't that kind of milk he was interested in. Magnus introduced Jake's dream self to a rich farmer's son and the two fell into a wild romance in the stables next to the well endowed horses. Jake moaned and murmured in his sleep, his shaft hardening and his balls churning. Sometimes Magnus thought it was just too easy to bring humans around. The part of the cum golem left in the balls began to use Jake's natural sperm to divide, multiply, grow and spread. The balls expanded slowly, the sack hanging lower....

In the dream, the rancher's son gave Jake a hand job until he began to cum, but rather than a steady orgasm, the rancher's son was milking Jake's shaft, drawing out spurt after spurt of seed from him. Both in the dream and reality Jake moaned, unaware that his cock had risen like a sky scraper toward the heavens. His bloated, changed balls throbbed and tingled before silvery liquid began spraying out all over the bed, landing in thick globs that coalesced together, forming puddles. Magnus kept the flow up, converting all of his energy and strength into the reproduction process. He had a brotherhood of golems to reproduce, the heralds of the old order.

As Magnus weakened, Jake's dream fell to his own subconscious to control. It clung to the sexual dream for a while but grew hazy, nondescript and eventually drifted off to other, more mainstream dreams. After a few minutes of constant flow, Jake's shaft finally came to a stop. The last drops of goo slipped out, sliding down over his hip and across his bed sheets, dripping off of the bed to land in one of the four puddles that had formed out of their combined juices. The puddles began to bubble and shift, growing upwards out of the goo. Three of the four formed strong hooves to stand upon while the forth created large, long paws out of semen.

Legs grew up from the feet, some muscled and some not. As the pelvis sections formed on each of the golems, they each proved to be quite male. One developed a long, flat, blunt fuck rod like Magnus. Another took on the very long, narrow, slick shaft of a deer. The other two were quite well endowed as well as they grew and shifted, taking on their torsos and shoulders, their arms, and finally their heads. The only golem to have grown paws developed a short, blunt muzzle and his ears stretched up and up... and up... and up. They formed very long pointed tips but the ears soon flopped backwards, hanging down the back of his head and across his shoulders, almost reaching down to the small ball of a tail he had. The rabbit golem's nose twitched as he became sentient, looking around at the world beyond.

Next to the rabbit and deer, one of the hoofed golems shuddered as its form bulged larger, taking on muscle. Its muzzle was wider and thicker, its ears oval shaped before horns erupted from its head, pushing forward and up. The cum minotaur licked its lips as its nostrils formed, taking on more detailed features as it matured. A tail flicked around behind the pert ass before the minotaur turned, watching the last of its brothers form. Similar to Magnus, the last golem had a long, huge, flat shaft head with hooves and a strong body, but there was no race of donkey in it. If anything, it looked like a pure bred Clydesdale as it formed. At last, the four golems stood, complete, in Jake's room.

'Go to the campus; find your priests... spread the good word.' Magnus commanded. The four cum golems lowered their heads before they moved, opening the door to the apartment before the headed off into the night, searching their perfect hosts for the sake of their religion. Magnus sensed them leave and felt a swelling of pride, not just in them but in himself. His religion had nearly perished, wiped out until only he remained... but already it was coming back. Before long it would be thriving and the old order would bring enlightenment to the world. It would be amazing.

****

It was the middle of the night and a low fog had rolled in through New Haven. The street lights glowed through the haze and created an ethereal playground. It was a beautiful sight, but the only eyes that would have been able to take it in were busy looking at the smart phone. A twenty year old wandered along, the glow of his iPhone shining off of his thick black glasses. The young man had a black scarf wrapped around his neck and a black jacket covered with buttons that had no connection to one another other than the fabric holding them in place. Kaiden's round ass was covered in tight jeans and his shoes seemed more dedicated to fashion than performance. His skin was a touch pale because of his night dwelling. All in all, he was a hipster.

Kaiden moved along, texting his posse of friends, talking about how much better life was before it had been ruined by modernity, the ironic statements broadcasting from his expensive phone. Kaiden was too distracted to have noticed the sounds following him, step for step for several blocks. Kaiden crossed streets, rounded corners, and even meandered aimlessly, unaware that something was advancing, narrowing the gap, closing in. Kaiden muttered softly to himself as his text message was rejected, his reception dropping. The hipster cursed softly before he picked up the pace, trying to walk to somewhere with a better signal.

The chase continued for two more blocks until Kaiden's pursuer stepped on a fallen twig. The snap caught Kaiden off guard and he turned around, but all he was met with was a soft breeze and a rustling in the branches above him. Kaiden smiled softly, thinking that it had to be an animal of some kind. No criminal or rapist would lunge up into a tree... Kaiden looked up, wondering what kind of creature would be awake at night, wondering if it would be his spirit animal. Kaiden slid his phone into his pocket and moved up to the tree, peering up.

"Hello? Cute fuzzy thing? I'll be your friend..." Kaiden called up. There was slight movement in the tree before a liquid dropped and splattered across his glasses. Kaiden grunted, thinking a bird had pooped on him, but as he backed up he realized the stuff wasn't like any bird poop he'd ever seen. It was too even, too regular. Kaiden took his glasses off, able to see perfectly find without them. He looked back up into the tree with confusion for a moment. Without warning, the branches parted and a massive white form lunged down. Kaiden let out a scream as the white form hit him and exploded like a water balloon, sloshing out around him... but the tendrils suddenly wrapped around and grabbed each other, coating the hipster.

The white liquid surged and shifted, pushing up, under, around and through his clothes to encapsulate him under his clothes rather than over them. Kaiden trembled as he felt hot, wet goo coat his skin, covering his torso and legs and arms. Two long wet rabbit ears pushed out from his hair and flopped down the back of his head as cum flowed over his face, covering his nose and upper lip to make a muzzle. A tail pushed out between his shirt and his pants and the white goo flooding into his shoes pumped in with such force that the shoes burst apart, revealing massive white rabbit paws. Kaiden grunted as his arms were manipulated by the cum coating on them and he slipped his hipster glasses onto his muzzled face. The rabbit golem's nose twitched as he reached down to grope himself, the cum coating flooding over the human's shaft, massaging it from the outside.

"What is this?" Kaiden panted hard.

"This is your future Kaiden, I am Basium." his shell said, the rabbit lips moving on their own. Suddenly the cum coating plunged into Kaiden's ass, filling him with a tendril of cum that started sliding back and forth. Kaiden moaned more as his hands were moved on their own again. Basium drew out the iPhone, set it to take a picture and flipped it around. The flash went off and Basium showed Kaiden his image. The picture was of a blonde hipster rabbit.

"I look like that?" Kaiden whispered.

"No, I look like that. What you're going to look like is even more interesting..." Basium grinned. Kaiden's body suddenly went rigid as his bunny coating began flowing off of his skin and up into his ass, funneling through his cheeks before it filled him completely. Kaiden moaned in shock before his cock let loose his own seed and the hipster fell to his knees in lust.

****

Running shoes hit the track with a quick and unwavering pace even before the sun had risen. It was a difficult thing to maintain both athletic and academic performance at once of the most competitive schools in the nation, but the challenge was double for someone born on a reservation. True Moon had more working against him than just his name growing up, but he had surpassed every challenge and every obstacle and had made it to Yale. His body was garbed in a royal blue tracksuit, his long black hair braided behind him. His skin had a faint cinnamon hue to it, but in the morning light it seemed even more prominent.

True's running had taken him around the normal path and off into less visited routes. True was perfectly comfortable taking the path less traveled, finding it more peaceful. True rounded corners, focused on his breathing and his form, keeping both perfectly in time with his heart. He was a master runner, practically bred for it. There wasn't anything that could have possibly slowed him down, save for a tall, lithe white stag deer made of what seemed to be marble. True's feet skidded to a stop and he used his careful balance to keep from falling over before he turned, moving back.

He had been running that path for months and had never seen a deer statue, but as he came around the corner, it was there, gazing back at him. Five foot ten, cloven hooves, five point antlers, perfectly white and perfectly naked. The stag's manhood was so detailed. True was a bit startled by it. True slowly circled the white deer, amazed at the blend of human and animal. It reminded him of the stories of the skin walkers. True reached up gently to rest his hand on the statue but yanked it back, shocked that the figure was warm. When the deer moved, True quickly lowered his head in reverence. The stag reached a hand out and lifted True's head.

"You have a strong spirit, and a reverence for nature." The deer said, his voice deep. He paused, his lips curving into a smile, "And such a lovely name. True." He whispered. True gazed up into the white eyes with wonder.

"What are you called?" True asked.

"I am Eligo." The stag replied, "And if you will accept me, we can walk through this world together, teaching it of a better way." The stag explained.

"This world needs a better way... What must I do?" True asked. The deer leaned in, pressing his animal lips to True's. The Native American was shocked by the contact but the embrace felt so gentle, so natural. He closed his eyes and parted his lips. The deer liquefied slowly and began pushing through his lips and down his throat. The minutes gave way to what felt like an eternity before True opened his eyes and Eligo was gone, but at the same time he was closer than ever. True moaned softly, a heat spreading out from his stomach, concentrating in the temples of his forehead. He slowly moved off the path, moving into the trees, intent on exploring the feelings further.

****

Casey grunted with each step he took. It was too early to be awake but the coach had tasked him with getting everything ready for the day. He'd never let the coach down yet. The star quarterback moved down the steps, his broad shoulders barely contained in his tight jersey. His black hair was buzzed short, his ribs were thick and his hands were huge. He was the ideal shape for a football player, though how he had managed to meet Yale's rigorous standards was quite questionable. Casey moved toward the gym, key in hand, but as he approached he saw that something was far from right. The door was already open. More than that, it looked broken.

Casey squeezed in through the ajar door, moving down into the locker rooms, his eyes scanning around. Something seriously strange had gone on... Carts were overturned, lockers were busted open and there were puddles of goo everywhere. Casey walked in, looking around for the culprit. His blood was boiling with rage. Whoever had done it was going to pay. He balled his hands into fists, adrenaline coursed through his body and he strode forward... right into a puddle of goo. The puddle sloshed and lifted up over his feet, locking them in place with what looked to be hooves.

"What the fuck?" Casey grunted, trying to break free. Across the room there was a snort before a huge hulking white beast stepped out, looking like a minotaur made of pearly slime. It left tiny puddles everywhere it went, the slosh sliding down around and swirling, making the outline of massive muscles. It turned to look at Casey, eye to gooey eye. The beast drew one foot along the floor, its white nostrils flaring before it lowered its head and charged horns first toward Casey. It was moving fast, Casey knew he had only one chance.

The bull was charging, Casey drew his arm back and swung it upwards, hitting the bull square in the jaw. The punch pierced through the firm outer shell and the bull exploded into a cloud of white slime that rained down to the locker room floor. Casey shuddered in shock, not having expected his adversary to explode... but that moment of shock was all it took for the liquid to pool around Casey's feet, climbing up over the hooves at his feet, swirling around his legs and under his pants. The cloth expanded before it split out to reveal marble calves and a thick ass. Even the underwear the jock wore was ripped asunder.

Casey watched in shock and a bit of awe as the goo flowed over his shaft, lifting it up and away from his body. Layers of cum built up over one another to make his member look wickedly long and thick before more goo slipped up his shirt, tearing it apart from the inside, coating his torso. Casey grunted as it covered his back and shoulder and arms. A thick mass pushed out of Casey's chest, reforming into the minotaur head. The bull looked up at Casey, the head rising up as the cum covered his neck, the two looking at one another.

The minotaur leaned in, his lips parting before his tongue slathered across the football player's lips, then his nose. Casey murmured in shock as his nose was licked. Some of the cum came off the tongue and went up his nose, forming a thick ring of firm white. The bull looked at that detail with satisfaction before his mouth opened unnaturally large and engulfed Casey's head. The cum swirled around his skull before it sat on his shoulders correctly, gazing forward, formed over his actual head. Casey's eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head as his mind was accessed by the minotaur.

'Casso.' Came the one word response to Casey wondering what had captured him. As that moment of realization hit him, Casey moaned. The cum golem had imprinted on him and they were bonded.

****

Another thump echoed out from the locker room across the gym. Alan looked up from where he was practicing, his wrestling singlet hugging his muscled body. Alan hesitated, his heart racing. He reached up to brush his sweat soaked black hair out of his eyes before he went back to practicing. He hadn't gotten permission to be in there that early. He'd even jimmied the lock, but cut offs were coming up and he wasn't where he needed to be. Still, the growing number of sounds downstairs had him concerned... it was probably time to wrap up.

Alan stood up and crossed the mat, moving over to his Nalgene bottle, confused why it was sitting in a wet puddle. He knew he hadn't been that sloppy when he put it down. Still, Alan had a thirst to quench and he tipped the bottle back. He realized just a moment too late that there was no longer any water in the bottle, just the viscous white pearly slime that had replaced it. Alan dropped the bottle as the white flowed toward him, but as the bottle toppled, the goo moved in unnatural ways. It splattered across his chest before climbing over and under his singlet.

The wrestler tugged at his uniform and stumbled back, trying to get it off... but then he gasped as the goo started to do some mighty strange things. Rubbery tendrils wrapped around his balls and the base of his shaft lie a harness before the goo built up around his member. Alan watched a bulge form, extending like a snake on steroids from his lap. It passed his navel, his ribs, his nipples... Alan watched in shock as a gooey white horse cock emerged from his uniform, sliding up two feet from his groin, brushing his chin.

Alan stood there with a massive fake erection staring him in the face. It was so thick, so salty, so musky... liquid and solid at the same time, cum and flesh. It was tantalizing. Alan had never been gay, but this thing looked like it was pat of him that it was his... and it was so alluring. It had him spell bound. Ever so slowly Alan leaned down, his tongue sliding toward the mass, stretching out centimeters at a time... and as his tongue touched it, the cock engulfed his head in a ask of cum, reshaping into that of a horse. Teardrop shape ears sprung up, a muzzle stretched from his face and the goo began creeping down his neck. Despite having a horse shaped cum mask, Alan resumed his activities, plunging his head around the massive phallus, trying to suck himself off. The goo began draining down his throat.

'This is the most amazing thing ever...' Alan thought to himself.

'You don't know the half of it. Just wait until you know the blessings the old order can impart to this world.' Another voice echoed in his mind.

'Am I talking to myself?' Alan wondered.

'No, you're thinking to Indico... The rebirth of an ancient spirit... and we're going to revive a religion, you and I.' the goo said into his mind, though from the outside it was merely a goo covered horse man sucking off his massive cock through a wrestling singlet.

****

Jake's eyes opened softly and he looked up at his ceiling, feeling completely refreshed. He'd slept like a brick and felt completely restored. His legs swung out of bed and he stepped out, only to realize his feet were rather stiff and tight. He grunted at that and stumbled toward the bathroom. A smile still played about his face. His dreams had been quite pleasurable, even the one about his trip to Peru where he'd met a cum golem.

'I'm not a dream.' Magnus said with an exasperated voice in Jake's head. Jake cringed, everything in his brain sliding back into the proper slots.

"Sorry, it's going to take some getting used to." Jake said aloud, moving into the bathroom. He passed the mirror, his teardrop shaped ears twitching a bit. He reached down to lift his shaft up, his black fingernails contrasting against his skin, but no more so than the dark brown flesh that covered his meat. When Jake finally looked down and saw a foot long brown horse cock extending from his groin, he let out a shout of shock and stumbled back.

'Like you said, it'll take some getting used to.' Magnus replied. Jake moved back to the mirror and looked at his reflection, gasping again. His hair had darkened in the center, creating a bristly black stripe around his head. His ears were tall and shaped like those of a horse, the flesh of his chin was brown and his mouth was pushed out. His nostrils were darker and rounder. He reached up to touch his face only to realize his fingernails were black and thick.

"What are you doing to me?!" Jake exclaimed.

'I'm making myself at home, high priest. You are my home after all, and you must look the part for bringing back the old order. I am giving you so much. Just look...' Magnus whispered. Jake looked down and watched his shaft grow and stretch. It was no longer the semen covering, it was his actual body changing. His cock pushed out inch after inch, stretching thicker than a can of beer, as long as his forearm. The head of his shaft flattened and flared, the urethra swelling, a medial ring bulging out around the mid section. The entire length was dark brown and so long, jutting out above leathery balls. Jake moaned, his hands starting to move up and down his shaft of his own free will, fondling his meat, feeling how much was his. It was truly his horse cock. He moaned, and as he did his lips tightened, pushing forward, his teeth flattening... but that sense of pleasure shook him back to reality.

"I have a presentation; I have to show them my findings at the cave!" Jake moaned, trying to pull his hands form his cock.

'You will, you'll show them all... They will be the first to hear of the old order, of the future, of the pleasure all mankind can expect.' Magnus growled. Jake moaned sharply before his hands started to move forward and back across his massive rod. He forced his eyes open and watched as his face pushed forward. His jaw, his upper lip, his nose. They all extended, turning brown as they stretched. Soft fur pushed out around his lips and then back across his cheeks as his skull elongated. The bones swelled, his ears twitched and his hair pushed up into a tall and proud mane.

Jake thrust his hands around his shaft even harder, groaning as he watched himself change. The bones around his eyes changed, his cheeks rounded, and his muzzle continued to grow. His nose sunk into the muzzle until only the nostrils were left. His lips twitched as his gums thickened. His tongue grew thicker and larger, swishing around to lick his teeth. Before his very eyes he had gained the head of a horse, but that was only the start. The hair on his arms and legs thickened into soft brown fur while his biceps and triceps thickened.

Jake grunted harder as his arms grew stronger, allowing hi to have a better grip on his length. Jake continued to draw breath through his changed nostrils, feeling his chest push out and his ribs expand. The stiffness in his feet had proved to be his toes growing together. The toenails spread out across his fused feet, the nails growing together and forming into hooves. The fur on his legs spread down until it reached the hooves, spreading up to cover his balls and his ass cheeks. The mane that had grown out from his head, sliding down his neck and part way down his spine.

Magnus basked in the pleasure, feeling himself coming into his own. He watched Jake's body change to resemble him, his true form. After so many centuries, he was coming alive again; his high priest was taking shape. Jake let out a whinny of surprise as his tailbone pushed out from his pelvis, black fur erupting from it to form a horse tail. Jake's body stretched taller and wider. Jake moaned sharply, nearly stumbling as his change reached its climax and so did he. A deep whinny escaped his lips as his balls seized up.

Cum shot out of Jake's shaft like a fire hose, spraying out and spilling on the bathroom floor before Magnus' body formed up out of it. Jake continued to cum and orgasm before the last drop escaped from his body. Jake nearly collapsed but somehow managed to remain standing. He opened his eyes and looked at Magnus. The two had the exact same proportions from height to width to girth. The only difference was that Magnus was still made of cum while Jake was a true horse man. Magnus reached up to caress Jake's cheek.

"You are so handsome." Magnus murmured.

"Narcissist." Jake chuckled, sighing happily, "Well, I guess I better prepare for a very different kind of presentation." Jake said.

"Before that... I think there are some people you'll need to meet." Magnus said. Jake looked puzzled.

"Who?" Jake asked.

"Our... offspring." Magnus said with a soft smirk.

****

While Jake knew the time for the world to see him as he was would soon arrive, he still navigated his way from his apartment to the quiet corner of the woods with the highest degree of stealth he was capable of. With his body reshaped in Magnus' image and Magnus back inside his body, Jake was starting to see glimpses of the civilization that had been, the prehistoric society worshipping those of the old order... an entire tribe of men, made bolder and stronger by these deities. Jake understood that only a select few could become hosts to the cum golem, they could pass on their blessing to the masses. Jake also became aware of the apostles of Mithras... Magnus, Indico, Basium, Eligo, Casso and Altus... Only Magnus had been able to survive by the sacrifice of the last high priest, but through him the others were reborn. Jake thought about how they looked standing over the bed while he slept, smirking to himself as his hooves clomped across the uneven terrain.

"You used me, though I rather approve of the outcome." Jake smirked.

"Oh, you have no idea about the outcome. Even I don't. It's going to be a great surprise. All I know is that the apostles will gather once more, right... over there." Magnus said with Jake's lips. Jake turned, looking through the brush, his eyes widening in surprise and delight. In the midst of the trees was a naked young man with free flowing black hair, furiously working his massive, slick deer cock. A light creamy layer of fur covered his chest and stomach and his nails had turned into hooflettes but his face was still human.

True panted sharply as the bulges on his forehead pushed out more and more before the skin split and the first white antler nubs pushed out, curving thick and long, curving off into another branch, then a third. The antlers lifted up from his skull as his ears stretched out and fur spread over them. His feet had already contorted into hooves and fur spread up his legs. He looked up at Jake, his eyes widening with surprise, then realization.

"Magnus..." he whispered softly.

"Eligo... Well, soon to be." Jake replied. True moaned out sharply as a thick squirt of cum sprayed across his furry chest. He couldn't let go of his cock even if he wanted to. His face turned upwards and pushed out slowly into a muzzle, fur sprouting across his cheeks and then around his eyes, a soft tuft of a tail emerging above his ass cheeks. It was a thing of beauty and grace, a complete opposite to the thrashing noises coming through the brush. Casey stumbled down through the trees into the clearing, panting and grunting before he turned, looking up at the other two.

Casey had undergone the start of a change as well, though a thick new gold ring hung from his septum. The football jock looked far beefier than before, thick mounds of muscle resting on top of other muscle. Dark black fur had erupted from his jaw like a beard, but Jake could see it creeping up his face as his nose doubled in width, his lips thickened and his face began pushing out. Thick tufts of fur grew out from his chest, elbows, knees and legs. His feet were misshapen and huge; the toenails forming the keratin cover to his hooves.

"Magnus, feed me..." Casso growled through Casey's lips. The changing football player moved forward before dropping to his huge, bulky knees. He opened his mouth and as he did it stretched forward into a muzzle. A wide cow tongue undulated in anticipation of cock, the lips firming around it, the muzzle pushing out more. Thick bull horns shot through Casey's head, curving out and up. The fur swept down his neck, growing into the patches on his torso and arms, filling out nicely. The bull took his cock in hand and began to thrust it, but he still left his gaping maw open. To Jake's surprise, Magnus didn't control him, leaving it up to the high priest.

"I will feed you." Jake said, moving forward, working his horse shaft. He brought it to the football player's lips and Casey slurped it up eagerly, sucking like a starving boy. Jake understood it in the back of his mind. Casso had the most to grow and needed a refill. As Casey slurped and sucked, Jake thrust forward and back, grunting and growling in delight, though he looked up as a furry form came hopping down the slope. It seemed that Basium had changed his host the most so far. Kaiden was almost entirely rabbit and covered with cum. It stuck to his fuzzy white fur and his blonde hair, his glasses dripping with it, his scarf soaked.

As Kaiden reached the bottom of the hill, his nose twitched and he spotted True's deer cock. He had no restraint and no reason to resist, merely hopping over before plunging his maw around the deer's shaft. True gasped in surprise before he grabbed the rabbit's head, stroking the long fuzzy ears as he was sucked off. True moaned, leaning back, his antlers scraping against the tree he rested against. The sounds of sex spread through the clearing, growing more intense with sucks and slurps from Casso and Basium.

"Couldn't wait for me to start, could you?" Came a snort from up on the hill. Jake looked up to see the human being converted into Indico. Alan's black hair had remained, though it blanched out to white at the tips. Thick plumes of white fur hung over his hooves, hiding them from sight. The white fur spread up his legs with hints of tan like most Clydesdales. Alan's spine had stretched, rendering the singlet he wore almost underwear rather than a body cover. His two and a half feet of horse cock sticking out surely weren't hidden, and the shaft had been rendered quite real.

Alan stroked off his meat as he descended, looking Jake over. Jake licked his lips, looking at Indico's meat. He almost felt envious, wondering if it was bigger than his own. When Alan had gotten close enough, Jake took a hold of it and brought it to his mouth, plunging his horse muzzle around the length. He began to lick and suck and Alan called out as his body continued to change. White fur spread across his back and arms, his face pushed out more, his nose melted into his muzzle and his tailbone developed its own hair. Every slurp brought him closer to horsedom and he wasn't resisting at all.

Despite sucking True off, Kaiden had carefully been working his way backwards, using his huge rabbit feet to approach Casey. He lifted his hips, his bunny tail twitching as his long cock dragged up Casey's furry flanks. The bull grunted around Jake's shaft before the rabbit found his mark and plunged his cock into the bull like an oil rig. Soon the rabbit was thrusting up and down with insane speed, fucking the bull deep. With a slight movement, the apostles had formed a fuck chain of mouths, cocks and asses... but one was still missing from their midst.

As Jake and Magnus felt their minds coming ever closer to fusion, Jake realized what Magnus had done in the airplane bathroom and that the first creation had followed him all the way to Gideon... the poor, innocent English exchange student that he had completely seduced. Jake sucked down the horse cock deeper into his throat, thinking about how much he wanted Gideon, to fuck that British boy's butt, to fill his foreign mouth with good old American wang... but now he was an apostle, they would have that chance....

As if summoned by thought, Jake looked up and saw a silhouette at the edge of the clearing. Tall, lithe, humble... round hips, large foot paws, and a swaying tail. Gideon slowly moved into the clearing, an adorable fusion of his cum golem. He had feline ears and whiskers, but his face was human. His eyes were slit like a cat but still a rich blue. He moved into the clearing slowly and Jake extracted himself from Alan's horse cock and Casey's muzzle. Alan shrugged and turned to fill Casey's mouth in Jake's stead, leaving Jake to move over to Gideon.

"Quite the party. I guess I was really right when I said I met the right yank." Gideon said, shuddering softly as fur spread across his chest.

"Well, you haven't seen anything yet. I have a feeling this party is going to last some time." Jake grinned, moving to caress Gideon's cheek as fur pushed out of it.

"I hope so... Do you think there's room for one more in there?" Gideon asked.

"As long as there's room for one more in here." Jake said, stroking his horse shaft with one hand before giving Gideon's ass cheek a squeeze. Gideon moaned and turned around, hiking up his white and black spotted snow leopard tail. Jake moved forward, slathering the head of his meat all over Gideon's entry before he thrust into him. The snow leopard fell onto all fours but pushed back, taking the cock sliding in and out of his ass. Jake picked up the pace, fucking Gideon hard, feeling the feline inside of him grow.

Gideon grunted hard as claws erupted from his fingertips and his paw pads swelled. Fur filled in between them all and moved up his arm, speckling with new spots. His back was coated; his chest and stomach were as well. Fur was pushing out from every clear spot of skin before Gideon's body was dominated by it, but his changes weren't yet over. His hips rounded further, his tail thickened, his face pushed into a muzzle and his cock swelled. Gideon had become the personification of Altus. Gideon began waddling toward Alan even with Jake in his ass, bringing his feline shaft up to the Clydesdale's posterior before he thrust into his compatriot, completing the fuck chain.

The seven apostles of Mithras had been reunited, together and living in pleasure. They continued to mate and mount and bask in pleasure, their minds alternating between sexual positions and the good news they would spread to the world, knowing each day they were together brought the mighty god Mithras that much closer to the mortal realm again. They knew life would be sweet and good, especially in the company of one another. They continued to mate and grind, knowing every drop of sperm was sacred and every moment together divine. It was just as it always was meant to be.