FSE

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If it wasn't for the map that he picked up in the village nearby, he would have never found the temple. It was shrouded by thick vines and foliage, flanked by massive trunks on either side. Age had worked it's magic on the stone structure, wearing away much of the defining features, rendering it featureless save for the tiered structure of it's appearance. He knew it was the place though, the coordinates were right, and the natives spoke of it in quiet tongues. Yet here it stood before him, waiting for him to come upon it. The temple of the guard's flora. It was within his grasp, his alone to explore, untouched for centuries from explorers hands due to the tribes around carefully guarding it. That they let him through was a privelage extended to few, that he found it nestled so comfortably in the humid jungles when others could not was testimony to his tenacity.

"I'll have to make it quick though. My plane leaves on the morrow, and I want to get back home to Tabby." The explorer nodded, then began to scale the high steps of the temples outermost shell. The mugginess of the jungle caused his fur to cling to his skin, and he wiped the sweat from his brow before it threatened to blind him with it's saltiness. Though his body was able to handle the ruggedness of the jungles, the heat showed mercy to no one who wished to explore her depths. Being a pink fairy armordillo did little to help. His hair was a bright neon of the same color that took his species name, yet his skin was a fantastic bronze, proof of his several days in direct sunlight, trasping through dunes and jungles. His carapace was hardened to a point of being like armor, a welcome factor that enabled him to ignore the thorny vines and biting insects that attempted to get at the sweet flesh beneath it. The fur, though it made him almost pant for breath from the heat it held to him, was course and thick, only adding to his thickness. Rippled with muscles from years of climbing, digging and fighting through his days, the sweat showed every contour and quiver while he continued up the pathway to the large stone slab above.

Named Fort by his parents, explorers themselves before settling down to live off their adventures, he took quickly to his families heritage of the unknown, and struck out on his own soon upon reaching adulthood. Now, his first discovery, stamped with his name alone, lay only a meter from him. He circle the stone slab like a lion having cornered an elk, eyeing the material, calculating it's weight, and what would take to move it. Glancing around, then dropping his pack, he fished around for a simple crowbar before moving it beneat the slap. A grunt, a heave were all that was needed to lever the slab enough to give him access to the innards, but it was only enough that he would be unable to fit if wearing his pack. Peering into the darkness, he fished around for a glowstick, activated it with a crack, then dropped the toy into the void, watching it vanish into the unknown.

"Cripes that's deep. Alright, better anchor something, then lower down my gear first." Setting to work, he quickly anchored a rope to a tree, looped his pack around it, and slipped it into the hole. Sighting softly when his knots held, the rope began to slide through his hands. Time ticked by, until he felt the rope grow slack. A smile spread across his lips, and after one last check, began to rapel down the hole himself. There was literally zero light, his eyes attempting to grow accustomed to the thick ink he was in. Yet something didn't feel right. The rope above him began to twitch, and even a fourth of the way down, it took him several squirms to try and fit into the hole.

"Hey! Who's out there!" Hearing no answer save the echo of his own voice, he contemplated climbing back up to see what was fiddling with his rope. That thought however, quickly passed when the rope suddenly gave way, and he found himself plummeting, back first, into the temple. The light from the tiny hole quickly grew into a pin prick, and he resigned himself to becoming a corpse, noting a momentary flicker of movement before the light vanished from view. Falling, Fort did what his insticts told him. He tucked himself into a ball tighter than he ever had, hoping that his body was strong enough to handle the oncoming broken bones. The landing was comically soft, causing him to yelp and shout in alarm while he tumbled down an incline, flipping and spilling over himself. He tried to dig his claws into whatever substance was making him slip further in, but they found only hard, mossy stone instead of soft earth. They scrabbled on the stone, pelting him with pebbles before a final tumble caused him to land with a thud. His head struck the floor, and light flooded his vision for a moment before the darkness become his own.

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Fort awoke to the warmth of sunlight on his face. He stirred, but the flames that coursed through his body made him flop onto his back, groaning at the agony that he was still in. Even though he was alive, he took a hell of a tumble and knew it. Opting this time to open his eyes slowly, he found himself in a strange chamber. It allowed sun to filter in through a single hole in the ceiling, augmented further by several slits in the walls that seemed to focus the beams onto an altar of sorts. He rolled himself onto his stomach, moaning when light once again caused his eyes to squeeze shut. With a shudder, he managed to push himself to his knees, then his feet, staggering when the nausea hit him like a truck. Managing to look around, the armordillo took a few steps before once again needing to rest. His head felt like someone had smashed a bench over it, and the unnatural brightness of the sunlight did little to help the aches and nausea.

Taking the time to half walk, half stumble to the altar, Fort took a moment to peer at the glyphs which lined it. He found them difficult to read, portions of the glyphs having been worn away by time. "Sac...plant...ple...?" He mused to himself, then braced himself against the large stone slab. His vision clearing up some, he managed to finally get a good look at the structure. It was large, like a sacrifical altar he had seen in ancient tribes, but this one was attached to the wall. He leaned forward, using a hand to brush some dust away from the glyphs above, and felt his heart skip a beat. These words were ones he used the moment he found his own place, and established himself in the adventuring community. Freedom. Knowing though it could be a trap, Fort laid himself atop the slab and pulled forward on his belly, trying to peer into the hole that was easily large enough to fit him. He stared intently, cursing losing his provisions that included his torch, but he could barely see it. A pinprick of light, like a lighthouse in the distance signaling safety, or danger from the rocks. Instead of crawling in, he opted to explore the room further.

On the walls appeared to be several depictions of a strange flower, the color of crimson. Feeling along yielded the results of the walls being solid rock, too strong for him to use his own claws to burrow through. And the masonry was impeccable. The stones fit into one another in such a way that no mortar was needed, allowing a smooth, polished surface that magnified the light which trickled in. He continued to move along the wall, watching, seeing a story slowly beginning to form. The tribe who built this particular temple, did so in order to honor their guardian spirit, whom they believed tended to the red flowers which were depicted throughout the temple. These flowers were used by the tribe for various things. Medicine, protection, dyes. Stopping at one image though, the pink fairy armordillo felt himself grow flush. Depicted were a pair of lovers, the female entrapped in a vine-based shibari, a flower at her face like a gag. The male was slowly drizzling nectar from another flower over her breasts and genitals, licking it clean while his own body glistened with the same. Vines were laced about his form in a harness, and it was evident by his rock hard cock the final portion was in love making. Fort shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his thoughts from the warmth that was now beginning to tingle his loins.

He moved back to the altar, once again laying upon it, then tested the width of the hole. Just large enough to fit his shoulders, but he wasn't sure if the tunnel narrowed further ahead. It wouldn't be a sense of fortune if he ended up stuck and dying of hunger and thirst in a cramped space simply because he was a few millimeters too fat. Still, trying was better than nothing, and if he felt it began to grow cramped, he could always back out. Nodding with a grimace, Fort flipped himself onto his back, then began to pull into the tunnel. It was blacker than pitch, and he noticed an odd odor coming from it. Not the scent of death, something floral. Figuring it was from the plant life outside, and that the exit wasn't the distance he suspected it was, Fort continued to pull himself along, digging his claws into the ceiling. However, when he got about halfway, his weight caused the ground under his back to sink slightly, and a loud click was heard. Muscles frozen, Fort didn't move, then flicked his gaze downward to see the light fading from where he entered, the rocks closing around him. He frantically tried to push himself back out, but it was too late, and the light faded. Cursing his misfortune, he sat silent in the darkness before another loud rumbling was heard.

The walls began to receed, slow enough for Fort's eyes to adjust, revealing that the distance to the hole was an illusion cast by the walls that were slowly disappearing into the floor. The rocks that were braced about his waist had him in a good grip, but the slightly damp moss made it strangely comfortable. Fort found himself able to sit upright, trying to move the stone, but the key part was exceptionally heavy. IF the two rocks below it weren't supporting it, he'd have been crushed. More rocks scraping against one another drew his attention to the floor. He could see the panels there, hidden by the darkness prior, slowly withdrawing from view, more doing so in the walls above the polished portion. To his surprise, Fort saw the exact flowers that were shown in the glyph arts sitting there. What troubled him was the fact that the flowers in long troughs on either side of the altar moved. Snapping his gaze to the ones in the wall, the flowers seemed to turn torwards him, beginning to blow out small puffs of pollen. The red mist began to fill the room at an unnatural rate, making the armordillo sluggish and...exceptionally aroused. Frantically Fort tried to push the top stone off it's supports. He didn't care if his knees were crushed, he just knew he had to get out of there before his cock began to thicken.

Despite his strength, the stone wouldn't budge, and his predicament was further compounded by the vines he saw from the corner of his eye, creeping up the altar. Letting out a small cry of frustration, he gave one more shove before collapsing onto his back, hot and sweaty from the exertion and panic. The vines seemed to realize their quarry was now still, and slowly began to slither up. They were coated in what seemed to be like microscopic spines, each only the width of a hair and shorter than a thumb tack, and oozing sap. Fort felt the vines slowly slither into his clothing, their rustling against his bare skin making him shudder, the spines feather soft, like a dozen fuzzy caterpillars making him squirm. The vines moved with the touch of a lover, slowly straining against his garments. The sound of fabric tearing echoed in his muddled ears, and he felt the humidity of the jungle on his skin. Fort watched through a haze of arousal his garments fall away, exposing his muscled form. The fur on his body clung to him from humidty and arousal, and his cock was already beginning to peek from his sheath, it's bright pink already having a tiny sparkle of pre upon it from the aphrodesiac pollen. The vines moved around him, slowly wrapping up his arms, spreading his legs, leaving him fully exposed. A few wrapped around his pelvis and lifted him up to a point he could see his toes, yet everything else was hidden by the stone holding him down.

Cooing softly, Fort tried to struggle, closing his legs, and the vines allowed him a small freedom of movement before pulling his arms back into place at the sides of the altar, once more spreading his legs. Like a lover purposely keeping him still, silently calling his attempts to move naughty. He felt one coil softly around his until it was encirled completely before a quick stick happened, making him yelp and quickly rousing him from his stupor. He felt something pierce his skin, just enough to puncture, a thousand little needles into his flesh. Despite the momentary burn of pain, it was quickly replaced by an almost agonizing pleasure. His body grew flushed and hot, and his cock began to swell rapidly. The plants seemed to be injecting something into his bloodstream, a potent, liquid form of the pollen he was breathing in earlier that still hung thick in the air. Between the two, he twisted and moaned with plant-induced lust, attempting to hump the humid air, but the stone kept him still. The vine uncoiled from his throat, spreading a thin film of sap along, even though the wounds were too small to be a bother.

Sighing heavily, Fort felt the vines form a pillow of sorts beneath his head, rending him comfortable. He paid little attention to the flower-tipped vine that slowly slithered it's way onto the altar, pressing itself against his tail hole, beginning to inject thick sap inside him. Another flower moved to his now quivering rod, slowly pressing the silken petals around it, swallowing it to the hilt. The petals moved to tenderly caress and tickle his sack, while the inside of the vine dribbled honey onto his length, something unseen diddling his cock tip. The armordillo moaned loudly, trying to grind against the flowers, but they moved in such a way to afford him no extra friction. The soaking continued for a few moments, the pleasure almost insanity-inducing before the flowers withdrew, leaving him panting, sweaty and needy on the slab, bound in vines with honey on his cock and inside his ass. He lay there, panting, feeling the tingly sap trickle out of him and drip off his balls while it ran in sticky rivlets. He found himself growing relaxed from the chemicals in his blood-stream, and lulled his head to the side, his tongue falling out a bit. However, what he heard next caused his ears to twitch in curiosity.

Voices, or what sounded like them, could be heard. They didn't come from any discernable location, instead coming from about him. He could hear their whispers, their compliments on his body that made him blush from embarrasement. A touch, a finger moved along his sole, and he'd have jerked away if not for the now oddly-rigid vine holding him in place. Another touch, wet and warm passed over his pectorals, making him moan lewdly. The voices resumed, giggling sweetly and chuckles before he felt something roughly grab his thighs. Heat prodded at his entrance, yet his companion or assailant-at this time he didn't care and simply wanted some relief from the painful arousal- was nowhere to be found. He felt a presence alongside his ear, whispering softly. It was femanine in nature, yet had no physical form.

"Hush...just relax yourself...we'll take good care of you...we promise..."

"Wh-who....what....m-mmm..." The male gave a soft sound of delight when the length entered his honey-filled love tunnel, filling him comfortably, spilling more of the flowers sap out of him. He groaned with lust feeling something hot and slimy slide onto his length, beginning to slowly ride up and down, another wetness seeming to press against his lips. He could see nothing despite his eyes wide open, yet felt every motion of a practiced lover ride him slowly, teasingly, wanting to keep him just before that edge, the other beginning to thrust softly into him, spilling more honey with each thrust. The whispers came back to him, like a dozen voices speaking at once, cooing to him.

"Taste. Eat. Let yourself enjoy us as we enjoy you." Fort shivered, then opened his mouth, lapping at the invisible pussy that was hot against his mouth. Despite no physical form, he tasted sweetness. It was like the finest mangos, the sweetest strawberries, the most exquisite watermelon. He found himself unable to feel any textures, just sweetness spilling into his mouth. The bound male lifted his head, eagerly lapping and using his teeth to seemingly chew at thin air, his reward being a loud moan of delight and more of that lucious nectar. Hearing a giggle from beyond, he momentarily stopped to find his cock twitch and move like it was being worked by a practiced whore.

"This one is really thick and warm...I didn't even an application of more honey...please, please can we keep him?" Another voice, definetally male this time, chuckeld softly, sounding like a soft rumble of thunder.

"You know that he cannot until he has came in one of you my pets. And I have come in myself. But you wish for this one to take my place?"

"Yes master...! PLease...? We know the magic only works for a few months, but this one is so young!" The male chuckeld again. Fort felt his ass slapped hard by a hand before he began to bounce, crying out when the invisible length inside him began to take him wildly. He heard a warcry of delight come from all around him before the unseen friction on his cock became like grinding his dick into a vine. The sweetness on his lips seemed to flow over his face, clear and transparent. He felt mroe pressure on his body, more wetness, like multiple females grinding against him, desperate to cum. His body thrashed against the vines, yet they held him still, the males rumbling echoing in his ears.

"Tell us boy...do you wish to come. To release your seed into one of my servants...to take my place for a time, the sole male of this orgy..." Fort shuddered, feeling his body being used, slammed into by a thick male while a female rode with wild abandoned, more covering his body with their heated sex. And he couldn't see anyone, the unseen participants invisible to his naked eye. Yet for a moment, he caught a glimmer of the one who straddled his face, a magnificent bird of paradise. He could see the barest glimpse of a smile on her lips, looking like she was pleading for him to join them in this ceaseless pleasure. His toes curling tight from the orgasm he teetered upon, Fort shut his eyes, giving a strangulated response.

"I...accept...!!" Almost immediately, he felt hot fluid flooding his male womb, his cock spasming, spraying at random while his legs gyrated from the sight-shattering orgasm. Literally, all he could see was white light while his entire body was consumed by the ecstacy, being devoured by it. It felt like he was floating, his mind practically being wiped clean. He thought his conciousness was going to leave his body, but at that point he didn't care. He called scream of garbled words while the honey of the lover upon his face flooded his mouth, making him drink her sweetness, and after a moment, he collapsed in exhaustion. When the haze finally cleared from his body though, he realized that he was covered in sweat, nectar, the excitement of a dozen females and his own seed. It took a few moments to click that he was looking at his body, and now able to see what he couldn't before.

He watched himself sit upright, running a hand through his hair, matting it down with the nectar, then reach down and tap something out of sight at the head of the altar. The stone that kept him bound earlier rose enough for his body to slip out, before Fort-now in the control of another-turned torwards where he was watching, speaking with a slightly different tone than his own voice. "Thank you my child for the use of your body. IT has been several centuries since I have experienced pleasures of the flesh, while actually being in flesh. I wonder what this new world will hold."

The realization struck the young disembodied male like the truck from earlier, and he stammered trying to find his voice. "Wh-wh-wh-wh-what?! Y-you're..t-t-t-taking my b-body?! IT's...m-mine...!!" The "new" Fort laughed heartily.

"Yes. But you agreed when you accepted coming into one of my pets. Do not worry. For a time, I shall live in your body, but your family will be notified. When we swapped spirits, your memories were replicated for me to continue on in your place. All will be well." Fort watched in disbelief while his body began to walk torwards the now very welcoming hole, the figure now having possession from it.

"Perhaps young man, I will court the young platypuss you have had a crush on. That shall give you something to look forward to!" The spirit in physical form laughed once more, then disappeared into the sunlight. Fort rushed for the exit, only to yelp when he smacked against an invisible barrier. He was trapped, in spirit form within the temple he only hours before wanted to explore. Slumping, he turned and slide down the entrance which was so close and yet, so far. A touch along his hair caused him to lift his eyes from his hands, gazing into a beautiful crocadilian. She smiled, taking his hand and helping him to his feet, then stood to the side and motioned. Waiting in the room were no less than twenty individuals. All varying species. All varying genders. Male. Female. Herm. She-male. He stared, wide eyed, then looked down to see that he was a pristine example of a man, bodily perfection in human form. Fort turned to the crocadilian and from his heightened senses, realized she was the one who straddled his face earlier.

"What's...all this...? Since I"m now apparentally stuck."

The woman smiled, moving behind her now smaller owner, rubbing his shoulders. "This, master, is your reward. We are ready to grant your every wish, your every desire. And there are more of us in the other areas of the temple, areas which you could never see in a physical form. If you desire knowledge or pleasure, it will be yours. If you wish for power, we shall help you find and claim it. If you want for solitude, we will give you to you. But we'd rather enjoy your company and you enjoy ours. " The morph explained with a wink. Fort glanced over to see the others in attendance nod in agreement.

"You mean this is...a city...?"

"Yes. And you are now it's emperor. We live to serve you. And if you choose to stay once your body has been returned, that is up to you." Fort nodded, though he wiped a hand past his eyes, sniffling a bit. A mouse moved up, gently grasping his hand in her own, her eyes filled with concern.

"What troubles you master. Name it, and we shall rectify it."

"...I miss Tabby..."

"Tabby...? Your lover..?"

"My cat...she's the closest thing I had to a girlfriend. Hell, the only pussy I could attract was four legged before all this." He explained with an amused smile. The mouse tilted her head, then turned and nodded to a couple who vanished from sight before looking back with a teasing smile.

"We shall take care of it master." Fort blinked rapidly, then saw a flash of light from above him. All eyes moved upward when the two spirits who departed returned, now a third with them. His jaw dropped at seeing the plump hips, the slope of her ample bossom and the elegance of her face. They landed before him and while two knelt, the third, a tabby cat, waltzed up and tickled her fingers under his chin, her voice accented by a deep, throaty purr.

"Hey there tiger...miss me..?"

"Wh-...Tabby...?"

"Mmmhmmm. They said that this would be the best time of your existance. And I'm here to make sure of it. Don't fret about home. Everything is taken care of by the last master."

"But...what if he never comes back..." The tabby cat laughed, ruffling Fort's hair before cracking her knuckles, licking her lips like a hungry predator.

"Then we have an eternity to enjoy ourselves!" Fort blushed profusely when the feline embraced him between her and the croc. Eternity was a long time. But it was worth the wait.