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Part I: The Mountain

Joey's skin had started itching worse than ever worse than ever after the fight with Charles; apparently, getting the blood flowing was the answer to how fast the infections progressed.

He'd gone storming angrily through the jungle, his skin going from its graying tones to a pale, flaky white. His heart pounding, he'd scratched and peeled off most of it from his entire body. Beneath the old skin, he'd found a fresher layer, but he could tell it wasn't his "new" form.

I'm like some kind of snake, he thought. What he was barely able to admit to himself was that the more skin he removed, the more incredible he felt. Several times, he almost gave in to the urge to stop and masturbate, a soft whisper in the very back of his mind continuously suggesting it; he ignored it, though it became harder to do so the deeper into the jungle he went.

Stopping his trek, he looked around to get his bearings, and realized he'd ended up at the foot of the mountain. He blinked as he tried to figure out just why he'd chosen to head in such a direction, but could not; it was as if someone had been in the corner of his mind, whispering to him where he needed to go.

But there's nothing up there, he argued internally. The mountain, so far as he could see, was nothing but a big rock spike covered in plants; it wasn't any different than a thousand other mountains.

Suddenly, pain flared in his cranium, a sharp headache overtaking him and causing him to double over and hold it tenderly. Slowly, the pain decreased until it was nothing more than a faint echo. Panting, he slowly rose again, adamant that he'd be more cautious in his thoughts, lest he end up with an aneurysm.

He started forward, only to realize he'd somehow gotten an erection. He stopped and took his boner in hand, which caused him to shudder with pleasure. Swaying on his feet with his eyes closed, he moaned and began to jack off. Forgetting completely about his pain and need to scale the mountain, he followed a more pressing matter.

Gripping himself more firmly, he picked up the pace. As he did so, his skin turned white completely over his body, also growing rough. This interfered with his self-pleasuring more and more until he was forced to stop. Scowling angrily, he tried to again scratch and peel off his skin, but found that this second layer was harder to remove.

Absentmindedly, he stroked himself as he thought of a solution; after all, this felt so good, he had to reach release!

Like a bolt of lightning, he had the answer. He moved up against a large rock, putting a hand against it to brace himself. He then used his free hand to resume masturbating. Joey started off slowly, but then steadily increased his pace until he was pumping furiously. To aid him, he also began thrusting his hips, his wide stance helping out.

All over, his skin tightened; Joey took this as a sign that his plan was working. Internal pressure mounted more and more, and he gritted his teeth (which now felt a little funny). He couldn't see it, but his back swelled out a bit as a special new growth formed under his outer skin.

By this point, pre-cum had begun to dribble from his cock like honey, drop after drop staining the ground more and more until there was a dark-brown, dinner plate-sized spot beneath him; some of the pre had slid along the underside of his cock and lubricated his hand.

Knowing his climax was about to happen, Joey made sure his last few thrusts and pumps were as fierce as possible. His balls then pulled up, his breath hitched, and he went stiff on his toes, back arching.

From out of his slit shot a thick stream of jizz. It twisted in the air before splattering against the other rocks. Another twitch of his cock sent a second eruption from his balls jetting out. While this happened, his skin finally tightened enough to split, from top to bottom, growing slack enough to slide off.

As it dropped, a coiled tail that he been pressed tightly against his back unfurled, its thick-as-an-arm four-foot length smacking against the ground and swishing from one side to the other.

Blinking and drawing in heavy breaths, Joey looked at himself. Even seeing that his face had pushed out into a snout, that his "true skin" had revealed itself to be scaled, that he was now a humanoid python, and that his dick had become softer and a bright pink...none of that fazed him in the least. He had a post-release bliss that held him in an all-too-comfortable grip.

After several minutes, however, he was out of his glow and obeying the soft voice in his mind, scaling the mountain with a sure hand and an unwavering purpose.

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"What the hell...is this place?" Joey asked aloud.

So far as he could reckon, he'd climbed into a temple or something. It was carved into the mountain, creating a cavernous chamber that could easily hold a barn, the far wall of which was dominated from side to side and at least half its height by an incredibly detailed frieze of animal-people and their faithful. The entire thing was also made of gold, and accentuated with ivory, obsidian, and any number of other precious jewels and metals. Beneath each animal-person, resting on the floor, was a large bowl, which Joey suspected were for offerings.

At the frieze's center was the most elaborate carving, looming over anyone bold enough to approach, was a dragon. It had an elegant, sleek body that had a honed runner's physique, with thick, upward-curving horns that resembled a stag's antlers, though it did not have any extra prongs. Its snout was narrow, almost like a crocodile's, and its teeth stuck out in alternating fashion, the same as on a crocodile. Resting around the base of its neck was a heavy necklace that was made of beads, rings, and expertly-cut jewels. Its arms were spread wide and its clawed hands (which had five fingers, the same as a man's) seemed to beckon visitors closer. Last were the broad wings, which Joey estimated had a span of probably twenty feet.

The floor had been polished to perfection, though untold years of neglect had certainly deposited enough dirt and leaves. Underneath the tarnish was a marble floor the color of rose quartz. Small blocks were arranged in semi-circles to Joey's left and right, three rows deep, and he could see grooves worn into them, indications of worship-giving attendees. Overhead, the ceiling had been smoothed and a blazing sun painted on it, still impressive even after a long period of neglect.

Joey approached the dragon, careful not to fall over, since his tail was something he still needed practice with (but hey, less money to spend on Mondo Gecko cosplay needs, right?). He stood face-to-face with the dragon, peering into its golden eyes, not sure what he should do next.

PLICK! PLICK!

Joey started at the sounds, looking down to see that he'd loosed a final couple drops of cum, which had landed smack dab in the dragon's bowl.

Shit, now I'm a cultist who gives dick-juice to dragon gods, he thought with a frown.

"Thank you, servant."

Joey went completely rigid, chills running through him at the sound of the new voice. He very slowly raised his head until his gaze met that of the golden dragon's, and he could swear he now saw a light of amusement dancing in its eyes.

"I'm going crazy," he told himself.

The dragon chuckled, a loud and reverberating sound the filled the old temple. When the spoke again, Joey noticed that its mouth and lips stayed perfectly still; perhaps the lack of worship over the years had drained too much of its strength?

"You are deeply unnerved, but you are far from mentally addled." Its voice was male, a deep, commanding baritone that none could ignore. "You have come far in your journey, but there are still a few steps left for you and your friends to take before everything is in its proper fashion."

Joey blinked. "Steps? What?" He was confused, but at the same time, the voice in the back of his head reassured him. He secretly suspected the dragon was the cause of his strange urges -- perhaps even the cause of the whole gang being abducted to begin with!

Despite being perfectly still, the dragon appeared to be smiling, as if entertained by the newly-made python's ignorance. "Indeed. Your few drops of succor are not enough to restore me to my place. I require...much more."

As if it had been waiting, Joey's cock sprang to life, pre dribbling out and slowly running the length of his underside. Biting back his fear, he asked, "Who are you?"

The dragon's eyes blazed with incredible power, still golden, but a thousand times more potent; Joey couldn't bring himself to look away from their magnetic pull.

"I..." It paused, and then gave its answer, its voice washing over the young man and flooding the room. "I am Anatolios, lord of the sun and king of the gods." This time, Joey swore he could see the crocodilian smile, that he wasn't just imagining it. "And your new master."

An electric charge surged through the teen. He tried to say something, but could only succeed in opening and closing his mouth stupidly.

More chuckles from Anatolios. "Now, attendant, worship me. Worship me with your body!"

Joey tried to protest, but before he could, a wave of all-consuming relaxation, accentuated with arousal, washed over him. He moved on instinct, lowering himself to the floor and onto his back. Spreading his legs, he reached between them and took firm grip of his ass, pulling himself into a ball. Thanks to his new physiology, he was absolutely unharmed with contorting himself so tightly. Joey used this to his advantage, sliding his rock-hard dick into his watering mouth.

More jolts of pleasure rang through his body as he suckled his own member, his tongue sliding and encircling it even as he swallowed around it. Hungry for more, and especially hungry to serve his new lord, he began pulling on his ass with all his strength, mimicking thrusts as he pulled and released. Groping and kneading his ass-cheeks sent tingles of excitement racing aroung his insides, but it wasn't enough. His god depended on him to do better!

Carefully, he slid a hand closer to his asshole, which was exposed thanks to his (now thrashing) tail staying out of the way on the floor. He pressed his middle finger in, momentarily surprised at his easily it entered and thankful that his scaled balls were out of the way, providing him with quite a sight.

His digit gave him just enough of an extra push to make some real progress. Blood pumping, he doubled his efforts, giving himself a blowjob that would make any orally-fixated paramours jealous. He could feel the pressure building more and more, and knew that shortly -- very shortly -- his gift to the Sun God would be ready.

Balls churning with fresh cum, cock pulling with ecstasy, its rhythmic throbbing rippling through his skull, Joey took the plunge. His tongue wrapped around his rod, his finger pushed in as deeply as he could force it, he pulled his ass close as possible (which thrust his dick halfway down his throat, practically choking him), and gave the hardest suck he could.

A veritable fountain roared out from his cock, blasting down his throat and depositing itself in his belly for a second before he pulled back to collect his seed in his mouth, careful to keep his head inside. He filled up quickly, but didn't stop cumming until his cheeks were bulging out as if he were hiding a pair of tennis balls in his mouth.

Slowly, with the greatest care, he withdrew his cock, making absolutely sure not a single drop of cum slipped out. Uncurling, he crawled to the bowl, and lowered his head into it before opening wide. At least of pint of ejaculate poured from his lips into the bowl, filling it a respectable amount. He coughed out a bit more, but after a few moments, he was forced to stop offering, swallowing the tiny amount that coated the inside of his mouth; he secretly admitted that he tasted delicious.

A large hand settled upon his hand, petting him as if he was a good dog that had just fetched his master's favorite slippers. A leg, and then a second, set down in front of him, and he could just make out the tail.

"An excellent offering, my pet," Anatolios congratulated. "I knew I had chosen well to make your our liberator. Thanks to your...mmm, tasty aid...this island will thrive again. In fact, this entire world will reach new heights. You will be amply rewarded and honored for your instrumental role."

It was difficult to look up with such a firm grip against him, but Joey managed to shift his head just enough that he could see Anatolios. The god was still golden, but no longer made of metal: he was covered in golden scales, save for his chest and belly, which were silver. His eyes had a golden glow to them, drawing the former human in with low-level hypnotic power. His wings were spread wide, twenty feet in span if they were an inch, smooth and leathery in their dull gold shading. His horns were ivory and thick as a man's head, and his tail (spaded at the end) was easily thirty feet long.

But what really caught Joey's attention was Anatolios's malehood: protruding from a genital slit, it was a staggering two feet in length and easily as thick as a soda can. The whole thing was bright red and had pulsating veins sprawled up and down it. The head was similar to a human's, but sleeker, flared out, and Joey couldn't help but think of a snow plow. No doubt the Sun God would obliterate anyone he fucked with such a cock.

Before, Anatolios had chuckled. Now he laughed, deeply amused by his servant's reaction to his greatly-endowed phallus. He lifted his hand from the youth, grinning with delight as he said, "Again, my pet. Worship me again. Use your wonderful talents to show me how much you love my cock."

"...Yes," Joey moaned huskily.

He crawled on hands and knees up to the magnificent rod, the potent musk of the deity pervading his senses the closer he got. He couldn't fit a single hand around it, so he used both, giving his master a rub-down while he opened wide again, managing to just barely fit the impressive head into his mouth. He almost gagged on it when it reached the back of his throat, but he forced himself to try harder. Surging forward, he succeeded in getting the head past his gag reflex and partly down his esophagus, making sure to use his tongue to massage his lord's cock.

Anatolios growled with pleasure. The lad was only a beginner, but thanks to his transformation and desire to please, he was actually doing an impressive job. The Sun God flexed his clawed toes and fingers in response to the pleasure Joey gave him, and his tail had shivers running down it in regular intervals.

But there was still much to do, and he would need to take charge and give the young python a measure of reward for his actions.

The dragon gently grasped Joey's head again, pulling him off his dick and leaving the blowjob unfinished. "Raise your arms," he instructed. When the boy did, he wrapped his tail (which was astonishingly prehensile) around Joey's wrists and then his waist, hoisting him up off the floor and holding him horizontally in front of Anatolios.

The eyes of the heavenly being danced with lustful fires as he spread the python's legs. Since Joey had only lubed his cock, a little extra preparation was needed before penetration could be committed. Leaning in, Anatolios opened his maw and extended his tongue. The thick, broad organ, coated liberally with saliva, pressed against Joey's bottom, the surprise of the warm wetness causing him to jerk a bit; Anatolios held him fast and continued.

The tongue pushed against the lad's asshole, eliciting loud, yearning groans. Wads of drool steadily raining to the floor. Anatolios asserted himself, and his tongue pierced his youthful lover, shoving past the sphincter and going almost four inches deep in a single thrust. Joey went rigid and found it impossible to form words: the pleasures ripping through him from the tongue-job were overwhelming. After a minute of thoroughly plumbing and lubricating his vassal, the god pulled out, resulting in weak protests and half-formed pleas of "More, more!" from the boy.

"Here, child."

Taking firm hold of Joey's ankles, Anatolios aligned with the tail-hole and simultaneously thrust and yanked. His cock was buried in the former human up to six full inches. While the boy gave a cry of pure bliss, the god hmmed with satisfaction; more and more, the python was impressing him.

He then began to steadily pull Joey closer, inserting more of himself into the youth an inch at a time. It took several minutes to completely enshroud himself in the teen's anal cavity. Once finished, he beamed with pride at his accomplishment: Joey was twitching all over with ecstasy and had a smooth (albeit noticeable) bulge along his frontside.

Showing off the strength and flexibility of his tail, Anatolios released Joey's ankles and used his posterior organ as if it were a giant hand, sliding Joey back and forth, pistoning his cock in and out of the python's ass. The smaller male was barely able to gargle out his reactions to the unbelievable sensations he felt: a bulge was moving up and down the length of his torso, sometimes reaching an inch-and-a-half in thickness, and his ass felt as if it were being shredded -- in fact, his entire body felt as if it was being split in half!

But the pleasure! Oh god, the pleasure!

Joey hadn't noticed it, but Anatolios had picked up the pace more and more, using the young serpent as if he was a fancy cocksleeve. Riding the draconian phallus as it punched in and out of him at high speeds, Joey came again, his seed now down to barely anything, the handful of drops flying onto his face.

Anatolios was rapidly approaching his peak. Focusing himself, he crammed the serpentine Earthling all the way onto his cock and came, his internalized balls letting out their considerable reserves.

Joey's stomach bulged three times as much as before, his master's seed flooding his ass with its significant liquid heat. The boy's eyes went wide and nearly rolled up, and he grew limp in the dragon's hold. Anatolios collected himself and, breathing deeply from the exertion, turned to face the bowl. Once Joey was squarely over it, he slid the young man off his cock and a near-torrent of cum exited from his asshole, filling the bowl to its brim; he'd given his mortal paramour a full gallon of godly essence.

"While offering myself my own seed won't give me much strength normally, it's infused with some of your essence," the Sun God informed the dazed and sensually-overloaded mortal. "Because of your influence, your 'anal additive,' I'll actually garnish a quite a bit of energy from our passionate session. A pity that all of that isn't solely yours, but all the same, my brethren and I thank you."

He turned his gaze from Joey's unfocused eyes, his features forming a twisted smile as he saw that the temple was being magically restored to its former glory: the dust was vanishing, the jewels and metals were catching the light with a renewed luster, and even the ceiling sun was having its paint made to look like new.

What was more, the frieze was partially vanishing: the three other gods were drawing strength from the pair's incredible engagement, and would be manifesting themselves around the island. That would also mean the petrified bull, King Nikephoros, would be waking up from his lengthy slumber; after all, with fresh blood on the island and the gods reawakened, his suspension of rule was over with and he would be needed again.

Anatolios laughed, knowing just what kind of foolishness his greatest subject would heartily partake in now that he was relieved of his burden.

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Part II: The Metamorphoses

Even though she was shivering with fear, Kelly's pussy burned with lust, and she continued to bob her head up and down the hefty cock of the lion reclining on the bamboo chair in front of her.

"Good, good," he complimented in his rich, oddly gentle voice. He was impressively built, like Lou Ferrigno back in his prime, and stood at an intimidating six-foot-six. His chest and arms bore old scars, and his thick mane was as black as coal. The God of War and Military Strength, Alkaios was a fearsome opponent.

Kelly had still been fleeing from the attack, both worrying for Amanda and cursing her own cowardice, when she'd run into the leonine god. He had been standing there in a small clearing in the jungle, a scimitar in one hand. He was clad only in a silk thong that left nothing to the imagination (once the short, elaborately-bordered flap was pushed aside), a pair of leather straps forming an "X" across his chest and back (connected to the hip straps of said thong), and bronze elbow pads, knee pads, and a single shoulder pauldron (all of which were kept to a modest size).

During her run, she'd been transforming completely into a female deer, a doe, but she'd failed to notice then and even when she encountered Alkaios. Only once he'd reeled her in with his strangely comforting words, equally praising her compassion for her fellows and chiding her lack of courage, had she noticed that she was no longer human. Even her hair had completely fallen out.

"Don't waste time crying," Alkaios softly scolded when she began tearing up. "Tears only weaken you if you let them flow freely. There is a time for crying and a time for knuckling up. You have already cried, so it is now time for the latter."

She blinked, hardly able to accept anything. "What, just...What is this?"

He chuckled, amused. "A 'wake up call,' if you will." He introduced himself, and with a snap of his fingers summoned a large, comfortable-looking bamboo chair and seated himself with his legs spread. "Though your natural instinct is to flee from danger, we both know you yearn to strike at the enemy. To get in a good shot, to go down in a blaze of glory. To not be so afraid."

Inside her, something stirred at the words. "That's...that's right."

He smiled. "I cannot turn you into the ultimate warrior; you are too gentle a soul for that. But I can give you the strength to stand your ground."

Her spine was cold with apprehension, but she swallowed and asked, "What do I have to do?"

The smile widened. "You must court war."

His meaning wasn't lost on her: she'd had enough schooling to know these semi-cryptic, almost-verbose phrases. She knew he wanted to bed her (or jungle her, as it were). While she wanted answers to why she and the others were turning into anthropomorphic beasts and why they'd been kidnapped to begin with and why everything made no sense, she admitted to herself that maybe, just maybe, a fearless warrior who was a lion god (with lions being renowned for their strength and bravery) held the solution to the puzzle she was trapped in.

Taking a deep breath, Kelly approached the War God, lowering herself to her knees and pulling aside his flap. His thong strained, feebly attempted to hold back his erect cock. Swallowing again, the doe pulled the front of the thong out of the way, watching the nearly-rock-hard, barbed prick pop out. It somewhat resembled a man's dick, aside from the barbs and the furred sheath and balls. He had a strong musk emanating from his crotch, filling her nostrils.

She licked up his shaft, which hardened him fully, and then she took him into herself, beginning a slow but practiced act. Over the past few years, she had bypassed her parents' Internet locks, looking at and watching plenty of porn. It had started out from sheer curiosity, but after watching several hours' worth of gay and bisexual men sucking and fucking each other, she started to crave some dick herself. That was when she had begun rummaging through her mother's drawers when she wasn't home, discovering her secret stash of dildos. Kelly quickly favorited the purple jelly one, which was over an inch thick and seven long; it had been excellent practice for amatuer deep throating.

All of her skills she put to use on Alkaios, intent on pleasing him. He groaned with satisfaction initially, but after a short while clasped her head firmly and began bouncing it on his cock for her. It was awkward, being used like that, but she kept her opinion to herself and placed her hands on his thighs for support.

Faster and faster he went until he crammed her against himself, shooting off. Unprepared, she barely managed to swallow his milk, much of it gushing out from her lips.

He pulled her off and she coughed out more cum, falling into her back. As she got herself under control, the devine lion took up position over her, and she felt his slick cock pressing firmly against her pussy.

"One last round, and I shall tell you a story. In the memories of the past you will find the strength to protect the future." His rich green eyes glimmered. "Your friends are all mating as we speak. They are all becoming so much more than they once were, changing from simple men and women into the first of the new rulers of this world." The pressure against her vaginal lips increased. "I will give you what you need to stand by them. You will be strong."

He thrust into her.