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Ancient Idol of Hedonism for JCFoxman by Draconicon

Zo'dee sighed as she piloted her craft over the ruins, keeping her distance so the hover-jets didn't do any damage to the - seemingly - untouched structure. If anything came apart and didn't match the initial survey photos, her bosses would kill her.

Circling around until she came to the edge of the place, she cut the power and began her descent, taking time to slide down slowly. It was a little bit of work - the gravity was a bit on the low side, and the atmosphere surprisingly muggy and wet, almost like she was going down through water rather than air - but it was doable. She came down with a minimum of force, at any rate, and when she cut the power completely, she didn't end up sinking.

Better than the last place, she thought with a shake of her head, taking off her seatbelt and making her way to the back landing bay. With no other crewmen, there was no bother, no delay. She considered getting a breathmask, and then shrugged it off. The scans showed that there was a modicum of oxygen out there, and unlike some of the skinned folk, she didn't need to breathe so much as they did.

Probably why they sent her on this job in the first place, for that matter. She clipped her pistol and scanner onto her waist with a shake of her head. Considering that the Rahn - her species - were more liquid and less solid than a lot of species, they could survive in a lot of environments that humans and normal bipeds couldn't. Of course, heat was still a problem, as evaporation was more of a thing for them, but other things - like less oxygen - weren't.

Still, she was a little nervous as she opened the door, bracing herself for a sudden loss of pressure, a flurry of...well, anything unexpected.

Thankfully, none came, and after a few seconds of waiting, she walked down the gangplank and started walking towards the ruins. Spires of blue-green stuff stood up, waiting for her, and she needed to explore and catalogue the whole thing by sundown.

No sense wasting time...

Well, at least they send me to interesting places, can't say that they don't. Zo'dee shook her head as she flicked her scanner - illumination on - from one wall to another, taking in readings and recording the area. Whatever the ruins were built with, it wasn't stone, and it wasn't wood. The closest thing that the scanner could pick up was some sort of hardened liquid, but it wasn't entirely biological. Aside from that...

She shook her head, letting the scanner record the bits of ancient writing that covered the walls, taking in whatever had been written down all those years ago. Doubtless there was some academic somewhere that would understand it - and probably pay the company his life savings for the recordings - but to her it was so much gibberish. Not even a few pictures to try and give her a clue or two as to what she was looking at.

Smoothing back her hair tendrils, she started to turn when the light of the scanner glinted off of something a bit more...angular. Zo'dee paused, turning it back.

Almost out of sight, hidden in a little alcove at the corner of the room, was an idol. It wasn't very big, scarcely longer than her hand and not quite so thick, but it was definitely an idol. The small structure was almost identical to the way primitive societies back on earth had developed their own deific markers, and she had little doubt that it had been worshiped back in the heyday of this particular location.

Hmmm, might be worth something to the boss, she thought as she pocketed it in one of her pouches. She shook her head as she glanced around. Should be enough...but better check the rest while I'm at it. Sure seems brighter all of a sudden...

She turned down another tunnel, wondering where the sudden flare of blue light came from, and where it had gone shortly after she noticed it.

"...and so I recommend that this particular tourism destination be reserved for academics, archaeologists, and other professionals in their area of expertise and scholarship. The ruins are stable enough for regular exploration, and scans don't show any particular danger from wildlife or other sources, but it would be easy for the writings and remnants of a previous culture to be damaged beyond repair by unskilled hands.

"Overall, I rate the planet a 6/10. Would visit, but only if there was an orbiting hotel."

Zo'dee closed her report, shaking her head a few times. Probably the company wouldn't listen to the full recommendation, and the ruins would end up losing a good bit of what made them special, but she'd done her best. There was nobody who could say that she didn't.

Reclining back in her chair, the Rahn thought back to the idol she'd picked up, and flicked her eyes towards the edge of the storage bay. The little thing sat on the edge of a crate, and in the brighter lights of her ship, she could pick up some of the finer details.

Such as the fact that it had a pair of breasts that would have made a whore blush.

Such as the fact that it was blue as her skin was.

Such as the fact that it had a cock.

That last in particular was less weird to her than it might have been to some of the other explorers that the company hired. After all, she wasn't exactly without some equipment that would have been seen as superfluous to the galaxy at large, but, as it brought her pleasure, who needed to care or worry about that?

Still, it was kind of strange to find what was probably a fertility idol in the ruins. Had the whole structure been a temple? The writing had never varied in tone or type, so it seemed like a possibility. But a temple to what? That was more of the question she'd like answered. Zo'dee had been around for long enough to know that temples rose up in places for a reason. Gods or not, there was usually something that prompted a belief in the supernatural, and she wanted to know what it was.

Sadly, she probably would never find out. Her schedule demanded that she get off to the next planet by morning, and she would barely have time to sleep, let alone do any exploring, before she had to take off again.

Grumbling in annoyance, the Rahn reached down to her waist and started undoing the various zippers of her suit. It was attached at the waist, ankles, and wrists, keeping the possibility of pressure or atmosphere differentials from ripping her clothes or clothes off in pieces, and it took her a good five minutes to release the various clamps and other attachments that kept them together.

Her gloves came off first, revealing the blue 'flesh' beneath. It was more smooth than that, almost like a goo, but too many people were bothered by that term. She flicked off her boots as well, kicking them to the sides of the room, before reaching down and slowly shimmying her way out of her pants. Long legs slipped free, and she stroked and scratched them a few times, redistributing a bit of the mass to where it belonged.

Standing up, she pulled her shirt over her head, her breasts flopping back down afterwards, making a soft wet smack as they bobbed in and out of her chest, imitating her hair on a bad day with the way that they appeared and disappeared.

Hmm...I think I might be running low on solids. Might need to thicken up a bit if it's bouncing around that much.

Zo'dee was reminded again why she was so happy to have a ship to herself. Standing around in nothing but her undergarments - and with the lower half starting to tent a bit as a result - would have been scandalous around other people. On her own, it was relaxing, and she sighed as she stroked a hand down along her sides.

Privacy was good for something else, as well. She smiled as her hands slowly rubbed along her hips, feeling them pushed outwards by the feminine swell. It was one that she took pride in, and something she flaunted to her employers. Not to mention how much she loved feeling herself up. She let out a soft sigh as her hands slid around, cupping her ass, squeezing it, parting the cheeks for a moment before pushing them back together.

"Mmm...If someone was watching me..."

But nobody was. Nobody ever was, which meant she could be as lewd as she wanted. Her hands slid back up along her thighs, pushing up and under her breasts and cupping them through her bra. The lacy material was barely sufficient to hide her globes from her own eyes, but it felt so good to squeeze, to squish them. Letting out another moan, she rubbed and bounced them, feeling her shaft stir and her slit start to drip.

She was just about to slide her hands down, past the soft shaft in her panties towards her sex when she heard something. Turning her head, she tried to find the source of the strange sound - voice? tone? - but there was nothing else around. The ship was almost fully powered down, and even if something had come in contact with the shield, it wouldn't have made a sound like that. More along the lines of a thunk than a hum.

It took her almost a full minute to realize that the sound was coming from the idol. The Rahn stared at it, and realized that the blue statuette was glowing, projecting the same blue glow that she had seen in the ruins. She backed up -

Come...to me...

The glow shifted to a purple color, almost seeming to beckon her. Against her better judgment, Zo'dee followed its instructions, her bare feet carrying her across the cool, metallic chamber. She saw her hand raising, pointing towards it, and she paused, trying to stop it. Something was -

Come...to me...

The voice calling her seemed all the stronger, and she kept walking forward, her other hand dropping while the first kept reaching. Closer, and closer. She didn't know what was going on, and the closer she got, the further into the pink glow she got, the less she cared. Something...was...

Her hand fell on the idol, and she gasped, feeling it heat up massively beneath her hand. It should have burned her, but instead it sent a heat through her body, tingling through her limbs as it rushed up towards the center of her frame. Her fingers tightened around the idol, making the heat stronger, the glow even more intense. The Rahn panted, her eyes rolling back as the world seemed to go pink before her.

It seemed to explode, suddenly, and she was knocked back a pace. Gasping and panting, she looked back down, struggling to think through the fog that had settled on her mind. It was like her entire world was...pink. Not just the color, but in quality. Soft, fuzzy, warm, and so very, very...pleasurable.

She gasped again as the pink aura coming from the idol shifted to something darker, almost black. Tendril after tendril rose up, swaying from side to side before her, and that strange voice spoke up again.

Give yourself to me...

Zo'dee was so far lost that she could do nothing else. With a soft moan, she stepped into the reach of the tentacles.

They suddenly wrapped around her, each one feeling wet and slick against her skin. They rubbed her, fondling her, almost. Several of them guided her down to the floor, and tugged her closer and closer to it, rubbing against her hips, against her chest through her clothes. They left behind a strange wetness, something that brought her heat to new heights, leaving her whimpering and moaning at every touch. Her nipples made soft little bumps in her bra, and her underwear...

The tendrils reached down to it, almost snapping it off of her. The pieces of her undergarments flew across the room, landing who knew where as her shaft leaped to attention. It throbbed, bouncing, and she almost blushed as it was exposed. It was the first time that she actually felt a bit of embarrassment about that in...years, she realized.

The shame faded quickly, particularly as several of the tendrils rubbed further down. They crossed over her thighs and slipped under her balls, stroking along her lower sex, rubbing over her pussy. She gasped, leaning back and biting her lip as she was teased, her body burning hotter with each passing second.

That's it, Zo'dee...give yourself to me...Let my touch warm you...let my touch bring you closer to me...

She arched her back as the tendrils approached her chest, reaching back and undoing her bra for them. In short order, they were wrapped around her, squeezing, groping at her breasts like eager hands. She whimpered again, her sex getting wet, glistening almost from her excitement, and her shaft bounced and twitched in the grip of the tentacles wrapped around it.

"Ah...ah..."

Her moans were getting louder, and she reached up to cover her mouth. Before she could, one of the tendrils grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand away, forcing her to stay loud, forcing her to keep making sounds for the recorders to pick up.

It would have embarrassed her horribly were it not for the fact that the other tendrils were driving her to greater and greater heights. Her breasts felt so swollen, so sensitive as the tendrils flicked over them, teasing them. Her nipples were flicked again and again, made harder and harder, and...

Zo'dee gasped as she looked at herself. Was she...growing?

It seemed like she was. Her breasts hadn't been that big a few seconds ago, and as she stared, they seemed to bubble outwards, her flexible goo-skin getting stretched out further. They swelled up at almost a size a second, making her chest feel heavier and heavier. She moaned, and the tendril around her wrist allowed her to reach for her chest, allowed her to grope at herself to help the tendrils along.

She shivered as the tendrils around her shaft suddenly pointed it downwards, a smaller, thinner tendril rubbing around the head. Zo'dee had a strong idea of just what it wanted to do, and she trembled, shaking her head.

Let it happen, my dear...

What was that voice? What was it doing? What did it -

Let it happen, my dear...I've made you feel so good...now, let me feel good...

She had no choice in the matter. The voice was too...pink. Again, it was the only word to describe it, soft and warm and sexual beyond all reason. Slowly, she spread her legs, exposing herself to the tendrils, and she felt the bigger ones tighten their grip on her shaft, holding it still as the smaller one ground against the head.

The sensation was amazing, the soft touch lighter than a finger, lighter than a feather as it rubbed against her, but so firm as well. It was almost like when she reached around her cock and balls to rub at her clit, the way that the tendril treated her. It left her blushing, but she couldn't stop pre-ing, couldn't stop oozing at the treatment.

It turned out to be just what the tendril wanted. Slathering itself in her fluids, it suddenly arched up and thrust into her. Left gasping, Zo'dee would have collapsed to the deck if it hadn't been for several of the tendrils holding her up, keeping her from falling over.

Wriggling deeper and deeper, the thin one pushed far and deep into her shaft. It wriggled from side to side, and she swore that it was opening her up somehow. It didn't hurt, but that intense feeling of pressure, the way that it seemed to push outwards in a way that she had never felt before, left her gasping and panting, her hips twitching and her toes curling.

She expected to see her shaft stretched out beyond belief, but instead, it just looked a bit thicker than usual. The head, the opening into her cock, yes, that was pushed wider, but that was no different than if she used a toy on another hole...

Why did I think -

Zo'dee arched her back as a sudden burst of 'pink' shot down the tendril, hitting her with an emotional thud as it went down her member. She moaned to the heavens, feeling the earlier growth suddenly leap forward, her hips and rump pushing outwards, lifting her further off of the ground. Her breasts pumfed, almost, in terms of how they grew outwards, filling the grip of the tendrils all the more, and they stroked her almost as if rewarding her.

"What...what - AH!"

Another blast of pink left her dripping, almost cumming from the sudden surge of it. Again, she grew, her thighs shaping up as well as her ass, getting curvy and so soft, so very fertile looking for a female. Zo'dee whimpered, even as her shaft throbbed, begging for more. She swore that her legs were pushed further and further apart with each successive shock, and with the swelling down there - and how very sensitive her sex was - she didn't dare try and close them.

"Please..."

You'll get all you need, my dear. Take it, and grow.

WHAM! Another blast of pink, shot down her shaft like a bomb to a planet. She did fall this time, her head resting on the deck of the ship as she screamed in pleasure. A squirt of pleasure jetted from her sex, only to have it covered and filled with one of the free tendrils. Zo'dee gasped and moaned, squirming helplessly as her breasts grew big enough for a nipple to fall near her lips, and she had to fight temptation to suck it.

WHAM! The nipple pushed against her lips as her breasts grew again, and she sucked on it before she could stop herself. She could barely think, barely feel anything but the pleasure of the 'pink' being jettisoned into her shaft. Her hands rested firmly on her chest, squeezing and groping her growing equipment.

WHAM! She felt her shaft grow, and through the slightly transparent breasts in her face, she could see it, standing tall and proud. Slowly expanding, like a flower grown in fast-motion. She panted around the nipple in her mouth, watching as -

WHAM! She screamed around her breast as they grew again, getting big enough to rival the idol's proportions. Zo'dee panted as she came, the tendril slowly sliding out of her member, leaving her drooling her juices onto the floor.

Not for long, though. The tendrils picked her up en-masse, holding her above the ground in the deepest, brightest part of the glow. She blearily looked down at the idol, panting.

"What...what...is...this..."

A long overdue return...my gifts to the world, through you.

And then...the biggest tendril of them all...bigger even than her own grown shaft...slammed into her. She screamed in bliss as it ravished her, pumping her deep and hard, filling her to the utter limits of what she could take, and then further still. Zo'dee gasped as it lifted her past any limits, feeling her body stretch and mold around the intruder. Only a Rahn could have taken this so easily, and perhaps...perhaps that was exactly what the idol had been waiting for.

That was her last thought for a very long time as the tendril filled her, took her, molded her for the pleasure that it wanted, for the pleasure that she would give. She could feel her mind being twisted, and soon, no longer cared. It was for the pleasure of this god, for this wonderful thing that wanted to return. She would serve, and she would serve happily in any way that she could. Her mouth fell open eagerly, panting as she hung in the grip of the tendrils, her twin sexes dripping all over the floor as she was filled and emptied again and again...

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Zo'dee had no idea of how long she had been in use, but when she woke up, the idol was...dormant, she supposed. She slowly stood up, still in the nude, still endowed with curves beyond the lot of normal beings. Slowly, she reached out for the idol, picking it up.

The rational part of her, the part that was the explorer, the scientist, the smart part, insisted that it should be destroyed. It was a danger, and it could still have more powers than body alteration.

The part of her that loved what it did...that part put it somewhere very safe. That part liked how "the High Priestess of Hedonism" sounded, and wanted to have more followers.

The End