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Raiders of the Lust Ark

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The following is a work of fiction and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18 or 21 depending on their respective countries/states. Furthermore, for audiences who do not like scenes depicting M/M sexual interactions, muscle growth, cock growth and anthropomorphic creatures, please do not read further.

You have been warned.

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Indiana Jones eat your heart out.

Rory Randall stood at the entrance of the temple. The ancient structure was hidden deep beneath the earth and seemed to have been built into the very mass of an enormous stalagmite. In some ways, it looked a lot like a pyramid only more natural, organic and -

"It kinda looks like a cock."

Rory regarded his assistant and best friend, Conrad Hart. The big lupine waggled one of his big, bushy, white eyebrows at the distinctly phallic-shaped temple. His tall frame was not as bulky as most lupines but he always showed surprising strength especially since he carried most of their supplies on his back. In the near-darkness of the enormous cavern, his grey fur was almost invisible. The glow stick that Rory that barely illuminated their surroundings and as an extension, the wolf.

"So does most of the buildings in modern architecture," Rory replied, rolling his eyes. "Come on! This is the lost Temple of the Warmonger God! Get excited!" He leapt in front of his friend, tail wagging excitedly, a broad grin crossing the jackal's features. "Think about it! This was where an ancient, lost people lived and prepared for wars of conquest across all of South America! We've trudged through swamps, cleaved our way through jungles, endured boring lectures and even went diving in deep waters! This is..."

He stopped.

Conrad was bobbing his head from side to side, eyes rolling and with his paws mirroring an endlessly talking mouth.

Rory swatted the wolf with his glow stick, grinning broadly. "Jackass."

The wolf laughed softly and began trudging towards the enormous stalagmite. "Look, you can deal with the whole archaeological significance of this find. Me? I'm just content carrying all this stuff and making sure you don't end up dead."

The jackal flicked his ears curiously at the wolf. "Didn't know you cared so much, Rad." He sidled towards the wolf, pressing himself up against the taller wolf's flanks. "Hey... It's dark here. We've been trekking through the jungle non-stop all day. There's a giant cock in front of us. What do you say to relieving some... 'tension'?"

Conrad rolled his eyes and quickened his pace. "Dude. We both have girlfriends. That's not funny."

Rory placed his paws on his hips and let out a loud sigh. "Come on, Rad! I'm just having some fun! Why do you have to be so uptight all the time!?"

The wolf threw a grin over his shoulder. "Because I like my ass in its virgin state."

It took a moment for Rory to understand the joke. "Oh-ho! That's a good one!" He hurried to catch up with his friend since high school. "Besides, how is Janice? She okay with you taking this trip?"

"Yeah."

The jackal raised his eyebrows. "Wait... What was that?"

"What was what?"

Rory placed himself in front of the wolf, cocking his head to the side with one eye half-closed. "That 'yeah'. You said it in your 'I really mean the opposite of what I'm saying' voice."

Conrad regarded Rory with fake incredulity. "What? I don't have a... whatever kind of voice you just said." He waved at the jackal dismissively. "Now come on. Let's go do our initial survey and grab whatever we need as proof then get the fuck out of here. It's going to get dark soon."

"We're in the middle of a cave. It's already dark." Rory seized his friend's paw. "Look, is everything okay at home?"

The wolf yanked his paw away roughly and marched closer to the stalagmite. "It's fine, okay? Just drop it." His eyes narrowed at the flanks of the massive structure as they drew closer. "Huh... Do these look like... carvings to you?"

Rory regarded the enormous temple and noticed that the grooves on the side of the stalagmite were not as smooth as he had first expected. From a distance, they almost looked natural but upon closer inspection he noted that everything was quite deliberately carved. With the age of the structure, it was impossible to make out any of the carvings on the exterior. However, his soft, blue eyes trailed the faded images towards the door.

He gently ran a paw over the markings. Strangely, something about the carvings almost felt... recent. Maybe it was just how smooth and uniform the fading patterns were or the fact that despite the moist, damp exterior of the temple, not a single vine of the foliage the covered the rest of the cave touched the structure.

His eyes fell on the door and he slowly approached the massive, stone portal. The intricate carvings all over the structure seemed so... alien. Yet, from all appearances, he could see the various images of countless men - for they were definitely men - kneeling in front of a being on a throne.

"So..." Conrad began. "Is this what you're looking for?"

Rory shrugged a little, puzzled at the images. He had studied various dead languages and ancient cultures but he had never seen anything like this writing before. "Um... Maybe?"

"What do you mean 'maybe'?" Conrad asked a little hotly. "Dude, you convinced me to go on this trip. I'm pretty sure no one really knows we're here and to top it all off, I really don't want to die at the base of a massive cock buried deep inside a cave deep within the Amazonian jungle." The wolf frowned slightly. "Wow... That sounds dirtier now that I've said it out loud..."

Rory chuckled softly and flicked his big, triangular ears at the wolf. "Rad, come on. This is the chance of a lifetime."

"How did you even learn about this place?" Conrad asked, banging on the door. It did not move. When silence met the wolf, he turned toward his best friend, soft brown eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How did you learn about this place, Rory?"

The jackal shrugged, offering a cheeky smile and a slight blush on his cheeks. "At my job interview?"

"What!?"

The taller wolf advanced and Rory took a step back, holding his paws in the air in surrender. "Remember how I was applying for the archaeological division of the education department of the UniNex Corporation?"

Conrad scowled faintly. "I remember you bragging about it."

"Well UniNex Corp is pretty big. I think..." Rory shook the doubt from his head.

"You think?"

"They had over fifty floors in a skyscraper dedicated to them, Rad. They had to be big."

Conrad threw his paws into the air and banged his head softly against the door.

To stop him, Rory continued, "I was meant to have a chat with their recruiter but instead, I met this(guy?)... who just happens to be the head of the Nexus Conglomerate."

"The what?"

"Apparently, it's a massive union of various corporations under the parent corporation, known simply as 'the Nexus'. They have various companies under them." Rory's tail began wagging in excitement. "They have a pharmaceutical company, a military provisioning branch, a space program and get this! They have an IT branch too!" He poked Conrad lightly. "They have openings there apparently."

Conrad rumbled bitterly. "Okay... And UniNex is...?"

"Apparently, a massive backer of various universities!" Rory spread his arms wide with a big grin on his face. "They're in every university around the world, Rad! They provide them from everything as small as beds for the dorms to whole supercomputers!"

"So they give universities stuff... for free?" asked Conrad suspiciously.

"That's how they give back to the community," answered Rory with a big grin. "They built various museums across the world and that's how they get their revenue!"

Conrad stopped banging his head against the wall and turned to his friend. "Alright... And your interview. I take it you got the job and this was your first mission?"

"Actually..." Rory winced loudly. "I technically haven't gotten the job yet... I... uh... This is technically my interview."

"What...?" There was no rage in the wolf's voice, just incredulity.

"See, the deal is I'm meant to come here, grab some stuff, map out how I got here and then get back. If I can survive that, I'm in!"

Conrad growled loudly, looming over his friend dangerously. "And you dragged me halfway across the world, from the arms of my loving girlfriend just so you can get a goddamn job!? I thought you already got the job! That's how we got here on a private plane, private tour of the city and transportation to the entrance of this goddamn place!" The wolf unslung his backpack and tossed it to the ground. "They gave us all this stuff!"

"Oh come on!" Rory exclaimed, picking up the bag with a grunt. He could barely lift it and could only drag it towards the door. "Ever since you and Janice got together, we barely see each other anymore! Remember when we were in college? We were inseparable!"

Conrad slammed his fist against the door again. This time, it shuddered a little. "That's because we weren't in a serious relationship! For crying out loud, Rory! I was going to propose to her when I got back!"

The jackal blinked a couple of time in surprise. "Wait... Really?"

"Yes!" Conrad roared, reaching into the pocket of his cargo pants and ripping out a velvet case. "See? I was going to wait until we got back from our trip and at the airport, I'd get down on one knee and..." The wolf frowned. "What? What's with that look?"

Rory desperately tried to adjust his features, trying to wipe off the shock and guilt. "Erm... Uh... Nothing! Nothing at all! Hey! Wanna hear about how things are going with me and Sarah?"

Conrad rolled his eyes and let out a heavy grumble. He stormed past his friend. "You know what? Fine. Go talk. I'm going to go back to the jeep waiting for us out there. Grab whatever you want so you can get your job while I just spent two weeks of my vacation time just so some big shot educational backer can get free labour out of you."

"Wait!"

BAM!

Conrad suddenly leapt back as a bullet buried itself into the ground at his feet. He peered up the gentle slope that led to the entrance of the cave. Standing at the lip of the cave were two figures. One was a fox with bright, red fur and wearing a fedora hat of all things. Like some cheap Indiana Jones rip-off, the vulpine even had a leather whip hanging by his waist. Beside him was a hyena lugged with about a truck's worth of supplies. The lanterns hanging from the epic tower of supplies illuminated them both in an eerie, yellowish light.

"I say," the fox shouted, his voice carrying well in the cave. "Would you mind holding still, old boy? I'd much prefer to make this as painless as possible. I don't like seeing men beg for their lives."

The wolf reeled back in surprise. "Wait? Who are you? Some sort of weird British Nathan Drake?"

BAM!

Conrad swore and leapt back, scrambling towards the door. He stared wide-eyed at Rory who stared back in shock.

"Holy shit! He's shooting at us!" the wolf exclaimed.

A swell of courage burst out of Rory and the jackal leapt away from the door, waving his paws. "Wait! What do you want? We're just two barely-out-of-college kids brought here by a big company as a sort of... audition for a job!"

"I already have a job!" Conrad shouted. "And a loving girlfriend and a ring in my pocket!"

BAM!

Rory let out a very girly scream and leapt back towards the door, pushing his entire weight against it. A faint sliver of relief crossed his chest as he realised the door had budged just a little.

"I am Arthur von Martday," shouted the fox. "What I want is the glory of bringing this discovery to light. Sadly, light is something you will never see."

The hyena began letting out his characteristic laugh. "Good one sir!"

Whack!

The fox struck the hyena with the butt of his rifle. "Quiet, Barry."

In that moment of distraction, Rory threw all his weight against the door and was relieved when it gave way. Despite its apparent solidarity, he was able to push it wide open and slip inside. He seized a still-horrified Conrad by the paw and yanked him into the confines of the temple. That moment of hasty escape knocked the wolf out of his shock and they both pushed the door back to a close. They heard the loud bang of another shot from von Martday.

"He really wants to kill us!" Conrad exclaimed, his voice an unusually high pitch. "He really wants to fucking kill us!" Then his eyes fell on Rory. Showing off his surprising lupine strength once again, he lifted Rory by the collar and slammed him against the wall with a heavy thud. "This is all your fault!"

"How was I supposed to know that some nutjob was going to come and try and kill us!?" Rory exclaimed in protest. "For crying out loud, this was just meant to be a routine, preliminary survey! No one was meant to know about this place but us!"

"It's a goddamn ancient temple!" roared the wolf. "Of course someone else knows about it! If it isn't crazy British archaeologists with guns, it's the Nazis!" Cornad released Rory, running his paws through his head fur and breathing very heavily. "Crap... Crap... Crap... Why didn't we bring our own guns? Why didn't they give us any guns?"

Rory shrugged helplessly. "They said we wouldn't need it! It was just meant to be a quick -"

"Preliminary survey, I know," growled Conrad. "Fuck... Why did I think this was ever a good idea...! And shit!"

"What?"

"We left all our stuff outside! Any hope of defence is outside this door!"

BAM!

They both flinched away from the door. Rory thought he heard von Martday shouting something at them but he quickly began slinking away from the stone.

"Well... At least we've got light," Rory mentioned, waving the glow stick. They both stared at the glowing rod of yellow light, half-expecting it to go out at any moment. When a few seconds passed and it remained lit, they both sighed in relief and glanced towards the only way they could move.

"There's probably going to be traps down there," Conrad murmured.

"Yeah, probably."

"Think there's a curse on this place that'll kill us in horrific, unspeakable ways."

"I'm willing to bet a twenty on it."

"A twenty?"

"It's all I have in my wallet right now."

Conrad took a deep breath and seized the glow stick from his friend. "Just so you know, if I die here and for some miraculous reason, you survive, I am so going to come back and haunt you."

"I suspected as much."

"This is still all your fault."

Rory remained silent as they moved down the hallway, flinching every time they heard a gunshot. He wanted to yell at von Martday, questioning exactly what he was shooting at but he remained silent. Conrad was a bubbling pot of rage at the moment and he didn't want to be the one to turn up the heat.

"Why did you ever agree to this?" growled the wolf. "This is a suicide mission if I ever heard of one." At least he wasn't yelling.

"It was an opportunity of a life time. They were going to have me work at the Smithsonian..."

"After they have you trekking halfway across the world to find some ancient temple no one else had ever heard of, alone, with no guns and the bare minimum equipment."

"They got us a nice hotel and transportation. We flew first class!" Rory nudged his friend with an elbow. "Remember how you said that flying first class was on your bucket list? Well...?" He nudged Conrad a couple more times... and a couple more after that until the wolf gave him a begrudging smile.

"You know what else was on my bucket list?" the wolf said, his tone easing up slightly. "I wanted to go bungee jumping. Would've been nice to go skydiving as well. I'd love to visit the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. The Great Wall of China. Big Ben in London... I wanted to travel the world, Rory... and then at the end of it all, I wanted to go back home to Janice and to my pups... I wanted to be a dad, Rory..." He started growling again, waving the glow stick at the walls of the interior temple which were strangely devoid of carvings. "Instead, I'm going to die here in this tomb..."

Rory bit his lower lip and said very slowly, "At least you got me, right? Get to die with your best friend, right?"

Conrad remained silent.

The jackal let out a very loud sigh and spun around to face his friend, blocking the taller wolf's path down the temple. "Look... Ask me how things are going with Sarah."

"Rory, this isn't the time..."

"Just ask."

The wolf rolled his eyes. "Fine. How are things with Sarah?"

"Shit. I caught her in bed with someone else."

Conrad's expression turned from exasperation to pity. "Oh god... Rory, I'm sorry. Was this all because you broke up with her? You wanted to prove yourself to her by going on some crazy adventure that -"

"I caught her in bed with Janice."

A myriad of expressions crossed the wolf's expression. First there was confusion. Then disbelief. Then more confusion which quickly moved to anger and finally back to disbelief. "Wait... Are you serious? Dude, I know things may not have gone that well with you and Sarah but don't go spreading rumours about my girl."

Rory reached into his pocket and fished out his phone. After a few flicks, he showed the screen to the wolf. The wolf and jackal on the screen were both women, both naked and they were both very much intertwined in each other's arms.

"You took pictures?" Conrad exclaimed.

"That's a video."

Rory winced and turned his ears away as Conrad pressed the 'play' button.

"Oh yeah... Yeah, that's it bitch... Oh yeah..."

"Mmmm... Like that, slut? Yeah... You know what a girl wants..."

Conrad threw the phone away. There was a loud fizzle and the sound of shattering glass. The light from the phone died away in a shower of sparks. Rory watched his friend's expression stick firmly with heartbroken shock. The glow stick dropped from the wolf's paws but Rory could still see Conrad's expression and tears clearly in the darkness.

"Hey bud..." Rory began softly, patting his friend's shoulder.

"I can't believe this..." the wolf began. "This... This can't be right... She... No way! I was... She... I was going to propose to her!"

"I know bud, I know..." Rory patted the wolf's back. "You owe me a new phone by the way."

Conrad spun to face his friend and gave him a rough shove towards the wall. Strangely, they were both laughing softly. The heartbreak on the wolf's face was slightly eased but he was still very shaky.

"Look," the jackal said, seizing his friend's paw and picking up the glow stick from the ground. "What do you say we get the fuck out of here, catch the next flight back to the States and just for shits and giggles, you still propose to Janice."

Conrad yanked his paw away. "What? Are you kidding me?"

"Hear me out," Rory said, waving him down. "You propose. Plan the wedding, convince her parents to pay for it and then, at the wedding - being your best man - I'll make an awesome toast which will involve a video presentation... of those two making sweet, passionate love to one another."

"What?"

Rory grinned broadly and shrugged. "Hey! We can fake that you never knew! That way, she gets shamed in front of her entire family, you get a legitimate reason to dump her ass and she's out several thousand dollars!"

The wolf let out a soft snort. "You realise, of course, this requires months of commitment and no amount of devotion to an enormous lie. Not to mention you destroyed your phone with the video." There was silence. "You made copies, didn't you?"

"I have a shortcut on my desktop at home."

"Jackass," Conrad laughed, nudging his friend playfully. "And you know what?" He stuck out his paw. "I'm in. Let's make that bitch pay."

Rory had just seized Conrad's paw and given it one firm shake when a loud bang filled their ears.

"Be good tykes and stop running, will you boys? I'd like to make it back to camp in time for supper."

"That accent is so fake," grumbled Conrad. "Come on! We're getting out of here!"

Rory found himself being pulled along by the taller wolf, his heart pumping in his chest but not because of their desperate flight from von Martday. He failed to mention the second part of his confession to his best friend. However, he was reminded of the danger when another shot echoed down the hallway.

The narrow corridor was abruptly broken when they broke into a large chamber of some sort. The vaguely hemispherical chamber had a tall dais standing at the very end. Pressed against the high wall was a single, golden throne. Grooves were embedded into the ground, dividing the ground into four perfectly event quadrants and each quadrant into three different segments. There were holes cut into the ground within each sector.

Rory's archaeological nerd kicked in and he scrambled away from Conrad, just breathing in the entirety of the chamber. The glow stick barely illuminated the chamber but what he saw simply took his breath away. Such architecture was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The chamber columns that held up the roof was almost rib-like in how it curved near the dome-shaped ceiling. The walls were smooth and almost seemed to be made of obsidian. Ancient runes were drawn on the floors in some language he just could not understand.

"Wow... Look at this!" he exclaimed, scrambling to one of the walls. It depicted the same image that had been on the door. Men knelt in front of the throne, worshiping whoever sat on that golden chair.

"Great, let's find someplace to hide!" Conrad rumbled.

One quick glance around revealed that there wasn't even a single shadow or crevice they could disappear into. Light began spewing out of the tunnel and they heard the soft patter-patter of padded feet approaching them.

"Shit!" Conrad hissed. His gaze met Rory's.

The jackal had seen that look in too many movies to know what it mean. Rory shook his head furiously but Conrad just pressed a finger to his lips and ducked beside the entrance to the chamber. Rory pressed himself against a column. He tossed the glow stick aside, wincing as it clattered against the stone floor.

"Ah, nowhere to run now, is there boys?" came von Martday's high-pitched, uppity voice. "It has certainly been entertaining but let me assure you, this is where this game ends."

The light from the hallway grew brighter and slowly, the hyena - Barry - stepped out into the chamber. Conrad instantly pounced. With a feral roar, he slammed into the pack-hyena, slamming into the bulky man and throwing them both against the ground. Barry let out a very canine yelp as the supplies he was carrying scattered all over the ground. The lanterns remained strangely intact even as they scattered across the room.

Von Martday was just a few paced behind the hyena and he rolled his eyes at the two men throwing punches at one another. He lifted his rifle and -

Bam!

"Boss!" Barry exclaimed, the two fighters suddenly frozen for a second. "Ya almost hit me!"

"If you would just hold him still, I could hit both of you. Now smile."

Bam!

Rory had never before felt such a rush of adrenaline through his body. He stood nose to nose with the fox, his fangs bared and ears folded against his head.

"You're not going to hurt him!" the jackal shouted, yanking at the rifle and tossing it aside.

Von Martday sighed heavily. "Bad move, old boy. You see, I am far better at fisticuffs than I am with a rifle. In fact -"

Whack!

The fox's head snapped back and blood exploded from his nose. Rory gasped and danced back, waving his paw as the pain shot up his fingers, through his knuckles and reverberated all the way up his arm.

"I say!" the fox exclaimed. "That was barely gentlemanly!"

"Would you just cut the crap with the fake British accent already?" Rory growled, lifting his paws again. "We all know that's fake!"

"This accent is most certainly not fake!" von Martday exclaimed, his bloodied nose wrinkling in disgust. "I am a true, blue-blooded Brit! This is how I normally speak!"

Rory lowered his paws slightly. "Wait... Really?"

Wham!

The jackal suddenly found himself winded, a heavy fist embedded into his stomach. Before he could react, another punch was thrown at his muzzle and he was sent reeling back. He was vaguely aware of Conrad shouting his name but the ringing in his ears would not stop. He was pushed even further back by a flurry of blows and he felt his back suddenly pressed against a cold, metal surface.

He toppled back and felt the cold touch of the golden throne on his back and rear. His paws rested neatly on the armrests.

Click! Click!

"What the...?"

Through the tears and flashing stars, he managed to make out the manacles that had pinned his wrists to the throne. Panic instantly set in and he desperately tried to pull himself free but for ancient restraining devices, the manacles were surprisingly strong! Von Martday stood in front of him, bearing only a bloodied nose and grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, isn't this a fortuitous turn of events?" the fox laughed. "It seems that you have fallen prey to the Warmonger God's hunger."

Rory's heart leapt to his throat. "What!? What are you saying?"

The fox clucked his tongue and pressed a finger delicately against Rory's muzzle. "Poor boy. Didn't even research this place before hand, did you?" Stepping down from the dais, von Martday spread his arms wide to gesture at the vast chamber. "This is the Temple of the Warmonger God, boy! In ancient times, a powerful warrior people used to trap their men in these confines where they would perform a gruesome ritual where the person in that throne" - He pointed at Rory - "was to be sacrificed to the God! Their life fluids would flood through these grooves in the ground and each of the people kneels would drink and become empowered by the great god's strength!"

Von Martday lowered his paws. "Really a primitive ritual. We can clearly see where their people ended up, from this practice, didn't we?"

WHAM!

The fox was suddenly hurled off his feet as a massive grey and white shape slammed hard into him. Conrad and the fox went down in a confusing mess of fur and limbs. Rory found himself cheering for his friend, screaming for Conrad to punch the daylights out of the snooty fox.

Then he became aware of another sensation.

Something... Something was pressing up against the seat of his pants. He blinked a couple of times but then the pressure became much, much more intense. Panic shot through his system and he tried to rise out of the throne but found his ankles were bound down as well. Before he could even scream, that something pierced through his pants and poked his tight, virgin ass. It was strangely warm but there was no denying its shape or its intention.

"Rad!" Rory screamed, panic shooting through him. "Conrad!"

Wham!

He winced for more than one reason as the hyena, Barry, came lumbering towards Conrad and yanking the wolf off his boss. Pain exploded from Rory's ass as that hot rod pushed itself into him. It was slow and gentle but it still breached barriers he had hoped would never be breached... well, except for one person.

Conrad was suddenly restrained by Barry, the hyena holding him up in a submission hold. Von Martday stood up, scowling through the blood on his lip and fur. He wiped away the velvety liquid from his muzzle. With a growl, he flicked out a knife from his waist.

"No!" Rory cried. "Con - urk!" He gasped as the ancient dildo of some description pushed itself halfway through his ass. The pain made his entire body shake. It was so intense, every scream he wanted to make died in his throat. The agony of watching his best friend approached by a psychopath while being penetrated on some ancient, golden chair was just too much.

Rage built inside of him. This was his fault. All his fault. He had just wanted to make things right with Conrad. The wolf had always been beside him. High school, college and even beyond, they had stuck together and Conrad was always the stronger one. Over the years, Rory found himself looking up to the lupine and... in some way...

"Just for that," von Martday sneered, "I will make this slow and painful." The fox traced a line down Conrad's chest with his knife, tearing away at his shirt very slowly. Conrad was frozen, his eyes wide in fear.

"N... No..." Rory rumbled. All the effort of trying to somehow yank himself free brought him to a panting exhaustion. His muscles were weary from the trek and now, struggling against ancient, metal bonds, he was at his limit. He collapsed into the chair, spearing himself on the continuously rising, phallic device. Despite himself, he found a lusty groan rising from his throat. All the pain emanated from his ass culminated in a searing heat that travelled all throughout his body.

All the anger was still there.

The frustration of this trip ending in a disaster all because of his ambition. Not only to get what might have been a fantastic job opportunity but also to finally have some one-on-one time again with his best friend without that bitch, Janice hovering over Conrad's shoulder. Somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind, Rory thought one day, he and Conrad would have to snuggle up for warmth in a tent somewhere and... maybe one thing would lead to another and...

Another groan rose from his throat and he suddenly became aware for the tightness in his pants. Snapping his eyes open, Rory gazed down at his groin and surprised himself when a large wet splotch grew where his cock tented the fabric. He became aware that his hips had started undulating in rhythm with the gentle, mechanical thrusts of the device piercing his ass.

"No..." he begged softly. "Please... nooooo - oh god!" Rory bit his lower lip, von Martday's threats dying away in the numbing pleasure of lust as his mind was drawn back to his fantasy. Conrad wrapping his arms around him... the two of them facing each other, their eyes shining in the moonlight and a soft, quiet confession...

Blood rushed through his veins at a breakneck pace. He could almost feel every blood cell rubbing against the walls of his veins and arteries, building heat and setting his muscles on fire. A soft gasp rippled from his throat, rising out as a deep, threatening rumble that was lost in the caverns amidst Martday's hollow threats. He felt power seep into every pore in his body, strength pouring into each fibre of his muscles and tensing every strand of fur across his form.

Electricity thundered through each limb, causing them to twitch and shudder. It was far from violent. It was almost like a gentle, caressing massage that always ended in relieving pleasure like he had just orgasmed. A heavy grunt rippled from his throat, the noise coming out deeper than he had expected. Somehow, he managed to tear his gaze away from von Martday slowly teasing Conrad to peer at his own paws.

"Oh god..." he whispered in a low, deep rumble that was not his own.

Thick, pulsing veins crisscrossed his forearms. Wiry, thin muscles had bulged out and stretched his flesh. There was a faint pain like someone was pushing his skin out from inside his body but another wave of that electrical power flooded him, making his entire body go rigid in a mix of pleasure and pain. The pressure deep inside him faded as he was met again with that orgasmic pleasure. Rory found himself slumping back, the familiar presence of the ancient dildo in his ass strangely comfortable. His hips were bucking slowly in tandem with the thrusts of the hidden mechanism and with every pulse, a fresh wave of power flooded him.

A sound like leather being stretched me his ears occasionally broken by the noise of cracking bones. He rumbled in pleasure. Every snap of his bones felt like he was going through a growth spurt. It was painful for the briefest of moments but then the overwhelming sensation of stretching unused muscles shot through him.

The change radiated from his ass. The jackal's tail wagged excitedly growing longer and longer to accommodate his rapidly increasing mass. Flat glutes that had all but vanished into his cargo pants pushed the fabric of the deep, green cloth to its limits. Their thick, rounded muscles formed the perfect bubble shape before tearing softly through the cloth. Rory felt the cool metal of the throne on his furry ass. It strangely cooled the rising heat from his rear but that was a fleeting sensation. The change accommodated, raising the temperature and tempo, inflating his muscular ass even quicker.

Rory could only close his eyes and bang his head slightly against the raised back of the throne. He couldn't stop thinking of Conrad... of his best friend on the verge of being gutted while he sat here, pinned down and having the time of his life! He couldn't explain it but that moment was when he began wanting the change. His hormone addled mind put two and two together.

Power meant he could free Conrad.

He wanted that power.

A deep growl rippled from his throat and his hips bucked wildly into the air. There was another tearing noise. The cool air of the temple brushed against the tip of his bright red cock, sending a wave of pleasure all over his body. Mixed with the pre cum that lathered his member, it was surprisingly cooling.

Then the change accommodated for the change again.

The thrusting dildo grew more insistent in its undulations. Every wave of fresh power flooded Rory even stronger than the last and he wanted the addictive strength all the more! Thick, pulsating veins pressed up against his thighs. Massive muscles surged out of the remnants of the cargo pants. Tree trunks would have withered in envy at their thick, muscular frames. His cock shuddered with every thrust of his hips, drizzling his exposed, titanic thighs with precum. At that moment, an unknown breeze blew through the temple, brushing the wet fur in its gentle kiss.

Rory growled partially in lust and partially in desperation.

"Quiet!" von Martday shouted. "You will have your turn yet."

"Umm... Boss..." began Barry.

Whack!

"Quiet you snivelling scavenger. Now where were we?"

Rory could only imagine what was happening as all his senses were consumed by the rapid waves of orgasmic energy that began focusing on his chest. Each desperate breath he took grew bigger and bigger as his lungs expanded, his chest ballooning out. Every thrust he made into the air moved the muscles on his stomach, moving the rapidly hardening abdominal muscles. He could actually feel each of the rock-hard slabs rubbing against one another!

The strength of the change redoubled when his chest burst free of his sweaty shirt. His own heady, manly muscle wafted into his nose. It was so... meaty, so manly... It didn't smell like him but it was... just so right! A thunderous roar ripped from his throat as the change shot into his shoulders, forcing them to shoot wide and throwing aside the last parts of his clothing.

"What in god's name!?" von Martday shouted.

Rory opened his eyes, finding himself several feet off the ground than when he had original started. His biceps throbbed and grew right before his eyes, fresh, healthy veins pushing up against the strained flesh and fur.

Suddenly, the dildo in his ass gave a mighty thrust and he went rigid, eyes wide. The jackal let out a soft whimper, his ears folding against the back of his head. His cock twitched and his balls gurgled. The device pulled out and gave another, deep thrust.

"Oh fuck..." he rumbled. "Oh fuck!"

The third thrust sent him over the edge.

Rory's might, sixteen-inch cock went off like a wild fire hose. A venerable fountain of cum spewed out of the tapered tip. The first wave splashed all over Rory, the rest spilled out in a broad arch and landing directly in the basin at the base of the throne. The jackal collapsed against the throne, his entire body consumed by spasms as his mighty balls kept churning out more and more cum without tiring. His thick, white, manly fluids collected in the basin. When the basin was full, the stream began flooding the grooves that ran all the way around the room.

"Rory!"

Conrad's shout woke up the jackal.

"Quiet!" von Martday shouted. The fox thrust his knife into the wolf's gut. Conrad's eyes boggled and he gasped.

"NO!"

Rory's thunderous cry shook the entire temple. With all his might, he yanked himself free out of the manacles, both his wrists and ankles. When he tore himself off the throne, his ass felt so exposed and empty. The cold of the temple took his body but there was no change this time. Instead, hot rage flooded his body and pumped through his veins.

The massive, eight foot jackal stormed down the dais and straight towards von Martday. The fox let out a very girlish scream as Rory backhanded him with a single massive paw. The fox went sailing across the temple, slamming hard against the wall and even making a rather comical imprint in the stone.

"Holy shit!" Barry shouted and immediately let go of Conrad. Rory seized the hyena by the shoulders before he could escape. He threw the hyena back toward the throne. Barry hit the floor hard and slumped into the basin of cum, his head completely submerged in Rory's seminal fluids.

The titanic jackal knelt down beside his best friend, cradling Conrad. The wolf stared up at him in both disbelief and sorrow.

"Fuck... I'm going to die..." the wolf murmured. Blood was trickling out from the corner of his lips.

"No you're not!" Rory begged. "Don't die on me, Rad! Just don't!"

"Didn't even get to get back at that bitch..." Conrad shook his head. "Shit... Hey, Rory? Do me a favour?"

"Anything."

"Go fuck up the guy that did this to me, will ya? Make von Martday wish he was never born!"

Rory didn't want to tear his gaze away from the wolf to check on the fox. "Only if you do me one favour in return."

"Anything bud."

"Kiss me."

Suddenly, the wolf was very much awake. "What...?"

"Rad, I've been in love with you since the first day we met!" Rory wept. "For fuck's sake! Sarah and I were just together because we both knew we were gay and we just went out together to keep up appearances! We were never serious!" Rory lowered his head, fighting back the tears. "I'm sorry I made you go on this trip... and I'm sorry that Sarah made out with Janice..."

A soft paw touched his cum-covered cheek. He was surprised then when a pair of lips pressed against his own. Blinking in surprise, he stared into Conrad's soft, brown eyes as they peeled open and a soft smile touched the wolf's lips.

"Dude, you saved me... If I married that bitch when would have jumped the bones of any girl that crossed her path... Well... Better that I didn't propose, huh?"

Rory could only laugh softly. "I'm sorry I can't save you now..."

Conrad pressed their lips against one another again, just a light peck before he pulled away. He looked like he was about to say something... then a curious look crossed his features as he licked his lips, catching a soft drizzle of cum from his muzzle. He blinked a couple of times again and dove in for another kiss. Just another soft peck. But when he pulled away, he licked his lips.

"Fuck that's good..." the wolf murmured.

"Huh?" Conrad dove for Rory's neck, his long, flat tongue lapping up the cum that had soaked into his fur. "Wh - Whoa! Rad, stop it! You'll bleed out!"

"Don't care... too good..."

Showing surprising strength, Conrad suddenly threw himself against Rory and threw the jackal down onto his back. The wolf lay on top of the jackal, eyes wide both in shock and... a bit of insanity. The wolf's eyes trailed to the dribbling, still hard member between Rory's legs. A tent was very prominent on the wolf's own pants... and his wound had vanished, revealing on his perfectly, unmarred fur.

"Rad! Your wound!"

"Yeah yeah," muttered the wolf, seizing Rory's thick member. "Shut up and cum for me."

Before Rory could protest, the wolf was taking a large portion of the jackal's cock into his muzzle. For a straight guy, Conrad gave amazing head. His tongue went on a savage expedition of its own, tracing the rivers of pulsating veins and mountains of throbbing meat. His fingers fondled Rory's balls and the jackal found himself too shocked to control himself.

His cock vibrated ominously before shooting his second load in a matter of minutes. Conrad pulled away, gagging first as the thick spray coated his fur. In the brief gap between the first and second shot, Conrad stared at Rory in shock, looking like he was asking himself what he was doing. Then, he suddenly dove straight for Rory's cock again and took the second load.

Rory was in pure ecstasy and seized the back of his best friend's head to keep him firmly in place. He let out another thunderous roar as his second load went straight down Conrad's throat. He heard the wolf gulping his seed greedily. Then he heard the sound of stretching leather... and bubbling muscle.

He opened his eyes and felt fear grip his chest when he saw Barry had regained consciousness and was greedily lapping up the contents of the basin he had been temporarily submerged in. The hyena's whole body began throbbing. Strips of clothes fell away from the hyena as his mountainous back exploded out. Every vertebrae was momentarily visible as they stretched and grew before they were wrapped in thick, muscle. Veins criss-crossed the hyena's legs and arms, pumping the muscles with fresh, new strength. A big, black cock shot out of his pants before his legs tore them apart, dripping fresh, hyena seed all over the floor.

The hyena threw his head back and let out a matching roar of Rory's.

Rory was just about to get up when he felt something else grow.

Peering down at Conrad, his jaw dropped as he watched his friend's whole form bubble and grow. Conrad's athletic muscles hardened and ballooned out. His arms stretched and thickened, somehow finding their way easily around Rory's thighs. Thick paws crawled up his side, tracing the perfect 'V' shape of Rory's torso before settling on the jackal's erect nipples. Just a slight squeeze of those sensitive nubs sent a fresh wave of cum spewing from Rory's cock and straight into the growing wolf.

Rory could barely keep his eyes open as Conrad's massive back rose like a mountain. The wolf's head throbbed and grew to match his growing girth, thick veins crossing his neck to match his widening shoulders. Rory felt his best friend's pecs brush against his legs. In the throes of orgasm, his feet twitched and his toes brushed against Conrad's newly formed, washboard abs. He then became aware of another thick member running up his thighs.

Conrad suddenly tore his muzzle away from Rory's cock, his face contorted in a look of utter pleasure. "Oh fuck, Rory!"

The jackal was pushed back two feet when a blast of cum with the strength of a tidal wave blasted out of the wolf's cock. Rory was suddenly coated in his best friend's white man juices, stunned and awed. A small drizzle went into his muzzle. It was salty, as it should be, but the moment that droplet touched his tastebuds, every sense in his body just danced madly.

He wanted Conrad.

Without warning, he was suddenly on his feet, sweeping up the slightly smaller wolf in his big, muscular arms and pressing their muzzles together. There was no resistance from Conrad. Their tongues lashed around wildly in their joined muzzles, their hard cocks throbbing against one another in pure joy and ecstasy.

BAM!

If it weren't for the sound of the gunshot, Rory could have sworn a mosquito had just bitten him. He begrudgingly broke their kiss and turned towards where von Martday stood, bloodied but with his rifle in paw. The fox fired again.

Bam!

Rory blinked a couple of times. The bullet bounced off his forehead and clattered to the ground to little effect. It was like someone had thrown a pebble at him. Part of him was confused but the other part felt... empowered.

"You okay?" Conrad rumbled, his voice deep and sexy.

"Not even a scratch," Rory replied in his own manly baritone. He turned his gaze towards von Martday. "Not so tough now without your gun, are ya?"

Strangely, the fox did not seem worried. "Ah, but you forget, boys. I have my own tank-like monster! Barry!"

Rory instantly spun towards the hyena, surprising himself and Conrad with his speed. Barry was on his enormous feet as well, the hyena practically a mountain of muscle. Their eyes locked for a brief instant. Barry's lips peeled back in a feral growl; one that Rory gladly returned.

"I'm not going to let you hurt him," snarled the jackal.

"Ain't him I wanna hurt, kiddo," rumbled the broader man.

WHAM!

The hyena was a blur of tan and dark spots. Suddenly, von Martday was pinned against the wall again, the hyena's thick paw pinning him to the wall.

"Wh - What are you doing!?" demanded the vulpine, his British accent long gone.

Barry forced the fox to the ground, his thick, throbbing, 14 inch black cock bobbing in front of the fox's muzzle. "Treating you like how you treated me. Like a bitch! Turn over!"

Von Martday let out a very girlish squeal as he was flipped open. His claws scampered across the ground as he desperately tried to escape but Barry held him pretty tightly. The hyena was brutal as he shoved his dick straight into the fox's virgin hole. Martday screamed and flailed madly, his paws scampering against the bigger hyena's chest in a vain attempt to escape.

Rory was suddenly very surprised when the hulking Conrad swept past him and headed towards the scene.

"Rad! Where are you going?"

"The bastard gutted me," Conrad growled, tapping Barry on the shoulder. "Mind if I join in?"

The hyena, eyes half-glazed in lust just grinned with his tongue drooping out from the corner of his muzzle. "The more the merrier!"

Despite himself, Rory found himself oddly aroused as the hyena sat down, spearing the fox on his cock. A dark grin crossed Conrad's face as he cradled the hyena's thick, muscular form in his legs, sitting to face Barry, his cock poised to enter the fox. Rory forced himself to swallow when he found his throat dry. His paw was already on his erect cock, precum dripping down his fingers as von Martday's screams devolved into primal groans of lust. With two monsters cocks deep inside him, the fox had to rapidly adjust... and that was exactly what was happening.

Von Martday's scrawny body began twitching and changing, thick veins popping up all over his body. New mass was quickly added to his muscles and his torso, adjusting to accommodate the two pieces of meat piercing him. Thick thighs were the first to come in. While just a minute ago, the fox was suspended in the air by the muscle monsters, his knees were suddenly pressed against the floor, able to support his own weight.

Rory wandered over to the pile of undulating muscles, sweaty fur, heady musk and hot men. His body went into autopilot, his mind blurred and accepting what he was about to do. It just seemed so... natural. He pointed his throbbing cock at von Martday's panting muzzle. The fox seemed caught in the moment as well and the instant his tongue caught a drop of Rory's salty precum, he was gone for good.

All four men groaned and grunted, hard, muscled bodies somehow pressed against one another in a tight, muscular embrace. Paws went wantonly exploring each other's new muscular forms. Even von Martday was openly groping Rory and Conrad with his growing paws. The fox's cock burst out of his pants, spewing excited strings of cum all over Conrad's chest. His form grew, spine popping with new height and his jaw widened to accommodate Rory's enormous cock.

Rory gazed down at Conrad and the two exchanged lusty glances. Some powerful force pulled their muzzled together. Conrad lifted himself up, forcing the enlarged von Martday to stand slightly as he still was speared by two other muscular furs. When Barry stood, the fox was once again lifted off the ground so he just curled his thick legs around Conrad's waist, holding wolf against his own, bulky chest and panting profusely, his 14 inch cock dripping wildly across the wolf's chest.

Rory moved behind Conrad. The biggest and bulkiest of the entire group, he knew he was in command. Driven only by instinct, he moved behind his best friend, pushing his cock deep into the wolf's waiting ass. There was no resistance though it was still incredibly tight. A deep groan escaped him as he felt the wolf's tight embrace around his cock. His arms curled around Conrad, his lips hovering precariously over his friend's shoulder. His hips began bucking, grinding deep into the wolf. The gesture reverberated through Conrad into von Martday and finally back into Barry.

All four muscular furs devolved into a feral, lusty beasts, growling and snarling. Their thrust became wild, driven by the urge to orgasm and the unbearable need to conquer. In one way or another, each of them was conquering something... except for von Martday who utterly enjoyed being conquered.

Rory felt himself reaching the apex of his build up and let loose a triumphant howl. His cock burst to life inside his best friend. Conrad shuddered in turn. He felt the wolf shoot his own load into von Martday and opposite to them, Barry did the same. The fox let out a serious of yips before his own load exploded. Sandwiched between his and Conrad's muscular chest, there was still an impressive, short burst of cum between their mountainous pecs before the rest just dribbled between them like a flood.

Rory ended his howl with a sharp bite on Conrad's shoulder, binding them together... and claiming his victory.

****

A week had passed since the two young 'archaeologists' had disappeared into the Amazonian jungle. David had been worried about them. They were just kids after all. The tiger turned towards his partner, Alex the otter, who laid back chugging another bottle of cola. Alex was always so relaxed. It didn't matter that they had been on five trips now where they had dropped off 'archaeologists' for UniNex and never heard from them again. It didn't matter to the otter that UniNex just kept bringing new employees left, right and centre while the old just kept mysteriously 'quitting' or 'being made redundant'.

No.

Alex was never worried.

He wasn't worried that it was a surprise for any UniNex employees to be employed for more than a year. He would be having his one year anniversary in two days. He figured if they were going to fire him, they had to give him more notice than just two days.

But David... he was just barely into his third month.

And he was feeling guilty.

He parked the jeep in front of the entrance to the cave where he and Alex had dropped off those two kids... Well, 'kids' wasn't really the proper term. They were adults but to him, they just seemed like wide-eyed kids.

"This is it," he said, unbuckling his seat belt.

"You want to know how I survived this long in this company?" Alex said, somehow fitting the whole question into a single burp.

David rolled his eyes. "You didn't do more than you were asked."

"I didn't do more than I was asked and I didn't stick my nose where it wasn't wanted."

David got out of the car and walked up to the entrance of the cave. It was dark. Hard to see anything past a few feet. "So why did you come with me?"

"Maybe 'cuz you're cute."

The tiger rolled his eyes and held out his paw. "Just give me a flashlight, will ya?"

He was handed something but not quite what he had expected. It was a piece of paper. Frowning, he gave Alex a curious stare but the otter was suddenly very severe. Slowly, the tiger unfolded the paper.

His heart froze.

"David McKenzie," he read. "You are being made redundant." His eyes went to Alex. "Is this some sort of joke?"

"Nope." Alex smiled darkly, his paws going down to his pants and unbuckling his belt. David took a step back only to find himself pressed against a furry wall of muscle. When he turned around, he couldn't even muster the strength to scream. The jackal above him grinned from ear to ear, a thick, throbbing, 16 inch cock pressed up against David's back.

"Try to enjoy it, Dave."