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Disclaimer - Here be things that were not meant to be. This is a descent not only underground, but into the very sordid realms of depravity itself. If you are not looking to find smut mixed with your gold (or vice versa,) then it is highly recommended that you turn back now and leave this one for people more desperate than yourself. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Aurumvorax

This was it, the cave he had spent weeks scouring the remote mountainside for. There were all the landamrks that he'd seen on the map: The great twisted tree, and even the crumbling shale overhang that made the whole thing seem to blend into the landscape.

Boots sliding down the rocky incline, Tayn literally laughed with joy, stubbly face splitting into a grin as he neared the rather squat looking cave. It was supposed to have been abandoned by dwarves centuries ago, but even so, he was still expecting it to be a little more grandiose than this. He brushed his dusty hands off on his leather breaches as he examined the mouth of the looming tunnel, more of a fancy hole really. After some poking and prodding with his calloused hands, he found what he was looking for, the old inscription of purpose that the dwarves made on all of their tunnels.

The now faint characters were hard to decipher, and Tayn was hardly a master linguist by any means. Most of the blocky runes had been rubbed away, but the one he could make out lit up his face with a beaming smile. Aurum: Gold . . .

This was usually the kind of lead that he would pass up without second thought: an overpriced map sold by a suspicious one legged old man in the shady part of town. But this one had just felt real somehow, and now it seemed that it was all paying off. He had spent all of the money from his last job on the map, food, transportation, and a rucksack filled with everything he needed to comb through the mountains for a month. And now it all seemed like the most logical thing in the world. Everyone who had told him that he was spending all of his hard earned coin on empty wishes would be floored when he walked back into town with an ancient dwarven fortune on his back.

Or at least, something that involved gold . . .

The map was very old, and none too specific. All that he could make out was that there used to be a large community of dwarves up here that would bring veritable heaps of gold to this cave. What they did with it he couldn't quite figure, but it almost seemed like they were using it to make more gold somehow . . . So it was probably just some kind of vast repository, or perhaps a grand workshop, or even a temple to some kind of long forgotten god. Either way, it had been centuries since anyone had even seen a dwarf in this land, so it was most definitely abandoned by this point.

Setting down his pack and rummaging around through the tarnished canvas, he pulled out his coal-oil lamp and spooled out the wick, striking it up and carefully coaxing the flame to life before carefully closing the thick glass fame around it with a satisfying snap. Taking a deep breath, Tayn hefted his pack back over his shoulders and carefully walked into the gently sloping cave.

After a few meters, the dirt and detritus from the outside slowly lessened, leaving the cut rock of dwarfish manufacture more evident in its almost surgical precision. The steady flickering light from his lantern made the immaculate chisel-work seem to dance around him as the tunnel turned and twisted, his footsteps oddly loud in sudden the almost oppressive silence.

After many minutes of empty silent progress, the light brown shale of the wall on the right faded into yawning darkness as another passage forked off from the main shaft. Holding his lantern aloft, the man peeked into it, finding a much larger rounded chamber with smooth walls and no visible exits. There was a strange odor though, something deep and subtle, like the smell of the very earth itself, but in an odd and vaguely animal way.

As he stepped into the room, Tayn could hear every scraping motion of his boots against the hewed floor and even his breathing as he stopped to survey the distinct alcove. There was some old dry looking trash heaped in the corner, probably the remains of something wooden long since rotted away. Poking at the dusty rubble with the toe of his boot, he stopped suddenly as he heard a distinct clink.

Excitedly dropping to his knees and setting the lantern beside him, he brushed way the dry loose detritus until he saw something glinting in the light, the edge of something distinctly metallic and yellow, even if it was tarnished by age. He carefully grabbed at the shining protrusion, pulling it into his hand with a heavy thump as his heart began to pound in his ears.

This was it. Gold.

But it wasn't in any kind of coin that he had ever seen. It was flat with a couple rough edges, but thicker than any coin, and there was no motif on either side, just pure lustrous gold that weighed as much as a small turnip. He excitedly dug around and found two others in the pile, all roughly the same size, but one of them was certainly a little odd. It looked like someone had hammered nails into it and drug them out at odd angles. It was almost like the edge of some scrap of leather that had been worried at by a dog, but that was probably just an imperfection that came with the purity of the metal and centuries of age.

This was unbelievable though. With this alone he could spend a month in the city filled with wine, women, and whatever he desired, and he hadn't even explored the whole cave yet. With a certain spring in his step, he stood up and dropped the odd gold wafers in the outside pocket of his rucksack as he pressed deeper into the old and still cavern, his mind making the most beautifully optimistic music to combat the silence.

At this point the pure darkness seemed almost normal as his gently swinging lantern cast flitting shadows on the stony walls. It was just like walking through a hall in some ancient forgotten castle, and not a problem in the least. Tayn was of the opinion that all adventuring should be made this easy. It was almost like he was taking a tour.

At this point, he found another split in the path, this one off to his left and he carefully rest his hand on the wall as he looked inside hopefully. Licking his chops, he stepped into the room, eyes darting around for the telltale glint of gold as he scanned the mostly empty space that was roughly the same size as the last. There was an old worn looking cube shape in the corner, edges worn away with bright orange and maroon rust. Quizzically he poked it with the toe of his boot stepping back as the ragged structure collapsed with a tortured vaguely metallic huff that thundered through the otherwise silent tunnel. But the sudden cacophony was then followed by a trickling of heavy clanging thuds.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw what had been released by his curiosity. The floor shone with more of those distinctive shining pucks of gold. Tayn's hands clenched around them as he dropped to his knees and laughed out loud. There were at least twenty of the priceless rounds, each pleasantly hefty as he took them in his hands and plunked them into his bag. There was another few that were roughed up again, like they had been torn into after their minting. He examined one with the edge of his finger, surprised when a jagged edge drew a thin bead of crimson from his hand, but he didn't really care at this point as an irrational elation soared through him and he sucked on his pricked digit and tossing the coin into his stash as he threw his significantly heavier pack back over his shoulder.

After a last inspection of the cluttered remains of the box, Tayn took back to the hallway, strutting along in search of what had to be even greater riches. As he walked along his nose twitched and he licked one of his fingers idly, clicking his tongue as he swore he could taste the wealth of his future life. In his mind, he saw himself in a decadent palace, surrounded by furniture made of gold. And although he was thinking of lavish liqueurs and fine foods, he also dreamed of just lying on a pile of gold, snuggling up on top of it and feeling its hefty reassurance against his skin. Lips turning up in a manic grin, he almost missed it as he found another yawning alcove that opened up off to the right of the path.

This time there was no missing it. In the center of the room was a veritable pile of featureless gold disks, and Tayn threw himself upon it, dropping to his knees and almost purring in delight as he set his lantern down and shoveled the coinage into his bag. The canvas of his pack bulged as he plunked in the last of the pile. He groaned as he lifted up the half full pack that was heavier than he imagined possible it was like trying to lift another person on his back, but he was just barelystout enough to do it.

Looking down, he realized that he had kept one of the heavy solid circles in his hand and forgot to actually drop it in his pack. Needing both of his hands, he bit down on the edge of it with his teeth, holding it in his mouth as he grabbed his pack and swung it around to his front awkwardly.

His eyes lit up as his bring tried to make sense of the sensation. The gold was electric in his mouth, like the smell just before a big storm on the mountain, or the strange charged feeling that resulted from wearing wool on a dry day. Whatever the sensations were, they resulted in an odd taste/sensation that can't quite be described, and yet, to Tayn, somehow this managed to be downright delicious.

After a few moments of dream-like sensation, he blinked a few times, took the coin from his jaws, and let it clack into his bag with the rest of them. In the bleary darkness he couldn't see that as his nose was twitching as it began to turn moist and leathery, or that as he licked his lips they began to pull back and darken. It all seemed perfectly natural . . . He had come here seeking gold after all.

The pack weighed incredibly heavily on his shoulders as he stumbled out of the room. It must have been well over seven stone at this point, and the straps bit into his shoulders in a way they never had before. He hunched forwards a bit and felt a little better, walking forwards slowly as he found himself lower and lower to the ground.

Eventually, he stumbled forwards a bit and his hands fell to the dusty floor, barely saving the lantern as its metallic base clacked against the cool stone floor. But it was odd, because he didn't immediately right himself. It felt a little better this way, a little easier to carry all of that weight, all of that luscious shining gold. Somehow, all of that pressing weight was almost comforting. It felt almost oddly familiar as he continued down the hallway haphazardly on his hands and knees, tying his lantern to his back after a few lurching tripodal steps.

Tayn's rising enthusiasm welled up inside of his chest as his mind wandered through Midas dreams, where everything looked just how the gold had tasted in his mouth, soft, shining, warm, and delicious. He licked at his lips at the memory growling in a satisfied churr as twitching whiskers pricked out from his face, mirroring his elated state so well that it didn't seem unnatural in the least.

As he trundled along, the seems of his pack bulged as the weight shifted from side to side on his lumbering back. The light from the lantern was also swinging about wildly, casting vivid shadows, but Tayn didn't mind as the dark seemed almost comforting now. Noticing the telltale shade of another alcove, he stopped abruptly, causing the gold to swing forward against his back before clanking down with a sudden sharp tearing noise.

There was a heavy clanking cascade as the toothsome wealth rolled and clattered out of his bag onto the hard stone floor. His ears twitched at the musical sound as he began to salivate. There was just so much of the luscious yellow metal all over, glinting in the light as he clumsily shrugged off his torn pack and scooped up a heavy disk in his hand as the flame from his lantern began to gutter and fade unattended. He didn't even care though. Even as the hall faded into complete darkness, he could still see that glittering precious metal just as clear as it were day, his eyes blazing with equal golden intensity as his pupils lengthened into hungry vertical slits.

Tayn rubbed his cheek down against the featureless medallion clutched in his hands as his chest began to rumble. He ran his tongue up the side of the piece in one long sloppy stroke. His body shivered in anticipation as his lengthening tongue rubbed over the heavy metal disk, becoming longer and more dextrous as his canines began to press out into sharper points.

Not even thinking why or how it was possible, he slowly bit down into the golden circle, teeth sinking through the gold as if it was some kind of particularly stiff chewy treacle confectionery. The hunk of heavy metal seemed to dissolve in his mouth as his tongue lapped at it, savoring the impossibly rich charged flavor. His body wriggled and writhed in glee as the dark hair on his head began to blaze into a coppery golden color, almost as if it were matching the mineral he was so eagerly consuming.

Soon, he found himself licking his fingers, hunched over on his knees, nose twitching as he reached for another of the heavy rounds. Although the light had faded, the complete inky blackness didn't deter him in the least as his fingers closed around the dense metal and drug it towards himself in a slightly clumsy animal manner.

As he gnawed away, again savoring the feeling of swallowing the smooth slick metal that seemed to melt in his maw, he stretched forwards, back popping a few times. It felt as if the metallic sensation was sinking into his very bones as he soon found himself reaching for other pieces one after another, sinking his fangs into them with relish. Shoulders hunching forwards, his muscles began to twist as light brassy fur grew in around his neck in a thick heavy ruff; the very hairs themselves heavy and surprisingly strong as they prickled out into a thick metallic pelt.

Every time his hand brushed against the alluring metal disks, his fingers grew less and less nimble, becoming short and stubby, with heavy brown leathery pads forming over his paws and digits. He wasn't even grabbing the coins anymore, but rather just sliding them over the stone floor towards his mouth as he continued to gorge himself, lost in a world of liquid metal and animal satisfaction. The tips of his fingers tingled as his nails thickened, pressing out in halting pulses as they changed into heavy dense dark bronzeish claws that scraped furrows into the solid stone as his arms twisted and pulled into a more animal alignment with his shoulders.

Pressing out, his skull creaked as it haltingly pulsed forwards longer and longer, looking almost badger-like as it became suffused with the heavy metal. Tayn's huffing nose could smell the gold lying around the room, and it all called to him with its distinctive metallic tang. His jaw surged with strength as his lapping pink tongue rolled the precious metal around in his mouth as it slowly melted away.

Tayn's body was growing heavier and heavier as he consumed pound after pound of gold. Thick bushy fur poked through the openings of his shirt as his spine began to ache, creaking as his body became heavier and heavier even though his size wasn't increasing at all. His chest felt strange and hot, itching in the most oddly intense way, and he absentmindedly scraped his long sharp claws across his front, rending great gashes in his human attire as his thin black lips pulled back in discomfort, revealing his shining white fangs glinting with a strange metallic gloss even in the complete darkness.

His front paws strained forwards as his body stretched, and he stopped gnawing the gold, shaking his furry head, ears pulling back as the sensation of something tugging at his skin increased. The discomfort was intense, like a muscle cramp trying to claw its way out of his body. It just felt like his spine was cracking in two as his entire increasingly dense body tensed. Jerking nubs of furred flesh were pressing out from his sides, haltingly pulsing out from his body as his gold laced skeleton creaked and cracked to accommodate his new limbs. The four bronze furred protrusions slowly took shape, joints forming as the ends splayed out into thick paws and sharp heavy metal claws just like his forelegs. They began to scrabble at the ground, ripping the remains of his shirt to shreds as they comfortably bore the weight of his super-dense body.

As his new sets of legs began to bulk up, his still mostly human rear legs shrank back, becoming heavier even as they shortened. There was a moment of heightened discomfort as his heel pressed back against his tough boots, squashing his toes against the hard leather as they began to crack and swell. He snarled in relief as his sharpening toe-claws burst through the seams, letting his feet press out and his heels raise up into proper animalistic rear legs.

All the while his bared torso revealed his nipples slowly pulling down his chest, even as his new inner front paws stretched up and scratched at the straining flesh absentmindedly. It felt right somehow as his nipples thickened and then pulled back further, slowly splitting off into four distinct dark skinned teats that lined his strong supple belly, subsumed in his pillowy underfur as his longer pink tongue lolled out, panting with heaving approval at the new highly sensitive nubs of flesh.

The new sensations of his dense thick fur fluffing into existence all over his body made his thick loosening skin twitch and quiver. It felt so right to be down on all eight legs, but trying to take a step forwards towards the rest of the gold caused him to stumble as his rear paws caught on the insides of his thick canvas pants and strained at a muscle in his lower back that he wasn't even aware he had. He rolled onto his back with a twist of his flexible mustelid spine, bending in towards himself as his new sets of front and rear claws clicked softly against each other.

His lips pulled back as he snapped at his leather belt, grabbing it in between his powerful jaws and severing the aged leather in one bite before tearing the noisome fabric off of his body. His buttocks clenched as his new freed plushly furred tail swished around in the darkness, batting the dust on the floor around as it waved happily. It looked as if it was enjoying its freedom, making his anus twitch and twist as the tightening sinewy tail muscles formed.

As Tayn's legs finally scraped the last remnants of his human clothes off his body, he found himself in an interesting position, bent back over himself between his splayed out rear legs, dark huffing nose inches from his changing member as it pulled back into a taut animal sheath that joined snugly against his belly. He could smell the musky metallic sent of his maleness, and he licked the side of the velveteen furred organ curiously, churring as his whiskers twitched and he became more bold. Tongue pressing into the furred roll of flesh, he tasted the tip of his hidden and yet electrically sensitive member.

His claws all clenched and unclenched as he shamelessly lapped at himself even as his chisel tipped animal erection began to press out of his sheath while his tail wagged and his anus clenched intermittently with intense little bursts of pleasure. Tayn nibbled at the tip of his growing fleshy member that pulsed in time with his beating heart as a slight gentle bulge pressed out of his sheath, followed by a more prominent bulbous base that made his ears fold back as his whiskers only brushed over it.

Despite the overwhelming sensations from his thick animal cock he could smell something else behind the powerful tinny musk, something that was equally strong in a sultry and effusive way. His sniffing ministrations traveled down the side of his carmine skinned prick, sliding over its gentle curves before his nose was huffing at the tight pouch of his testes. He sniffed and snuffled, getting closer and closer to that mysterious scent as his swishing tail whapped happily against the ground.

The fuzzy loose skin of the back of his scrotum was more intensely sensitive than he had imagined possible, just poking it with his moist inquisitive nose sent shivers through his spine, making all of his myriad legs pedal and quiver. His testes tightened as he lapped out quizzically at first, but then with increasingly desperate hard strokes that jostled the loose flesh. There was something fiery and intense about the taste as a ribbon of dark pinkish flesh welled out under the fevered pressure of his licks. He snarled in bliss as his cock throbbed and his tongue pressed against his taint even harder, making the torrid malleable flesh press out on either side, pulsing into searing sensation as he pressed in more powerfully with his muscular tongue.

His spine tensed as he slowly pressed into himself just below his taut testes. Stopping wasn't even a possibility as every straining lick into his new swelling female orifice made his cock twitch and dribble out thick beads of clear pre while he grumbled out a halting guttural sound of bliss. His ears pulled back as his labia bulged slightly, becoming more prominent and needy as he stroked past its quivering hot lips which began to drip with their own sultry feminine need. Pumping his tongue into his newly formed pussy, his entire body felt hot waves of incredible hot pleasure crashing through him.

Tayn's mind was subsumed in a hazy world of scent and sensation, blending the fiery female reek of his malleable cleft with his own heady male musk. Each of the heavenly scents combined to form something that was unmistakeably him in such a solid way that he had never experienced before. He reveled in his changing body and gave into the feelings, grinding his slick tongue inside of his clenching animal confines before sliding out again and again, raising up a crowning nub of flesh just under his testes: a burningly sensitive clit that quivered as his entire body tensed up.

The building sensations were overwhelming, and his four sets of paws all clenched as his spine twisted and his tail wriggled, blissfully unable to deal with the pleasure his new body was granting him. His whiskers twitched as his hot huffing breath panted out against his moist labia while his slippery black nose drank in his dual scents like a divine panacea. The straining full sensation built up inside of him further and further while his balls clenched and began to churn as he rasped over his clit.

Dense body writhing against the hard floor, Tayn lost himself in clenching warm sensations. His tail beat an aggravated tattoo against the floor as his tight testicles pulsed and churned. Slick member pulsing and rubbing against the fur of his belly, he continued to stretch himself wider, licking down past his clit over and over before his ears perked up, his whiskers quivered, and his muscles tensed as he went teetering over the brink into a dual natured mind shattering bestial orgasm.

His bulging knotted cock arced up before jolting out hot sticky bolts of thick animal cum all over his fur: pearly white with a faint luscious golden sheen. This caused his snatch to clench desperately around his slick tongue, leaking out sweet blazing femininity as his body rocked in time with his first female release. Ass clenching wildly as his tail whapped about frenetically, his mouth frantically divided its attention between his throbbing cock and his molten femininity as his climax stretched on for minutes before the body rockingly powerful waves of clenching bliss slowed seething into hot embers of satisfaction that left him happily exhausted.

As Tayn's member slowly receded, he lapped up the errant splatters of seed from his belly fur, tasting the rich healthiness of the gold in the musky strands. He purred in pleasure as he lapped over his teats, which were already sensitive and ready for kits.

Standing on all eight of his powerful legs, the new copper and gold colored beast shook itself heartily, stretching in the darkness before slowly scraping the rest of the gold into a small pile in the corner of the alcove, pausing occasionally to gnaw at a chunk absentmindedly. He formed a small nest of sorts, nudging the bright heavy metal into place before collapsing exaustedly onto his small horde. Curling in against himself, he slowly drifted off into a heavy slumber, dreaming of the perfect snarling heavy furred mate to share his new found lair with.