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Professor Honeywell looked over the landscape below her, very glad to be back. She had been worried about what she might have missed. Academia was its own reward but she sometimes felt she needed to be doing more than pouring over books. Or raising funds in this case, playing every card she had. Calling in old favours. The discoveries they had made had gone a long way with the board of regents, that was for sure. The publicity was good for the university too.

The first thing she had to do was take a press conference, feed the media frenzy around this story. The discovery was unprecedented and so was the level of interest from all media outlets. She guessed it made a difference from political sleaze and celebrity scandal. One thing is for sure, Haylee is going to really owe her for taking this bullet. Still, she was more natural at it. And it came with its compensations. Plus she understood her reasons for staying out of the limelight.

Word had spread with the number of students wanting to help out with the dig. So only six had wanted to come along immediately, it was a good start. She looked at them all as they took their first glance at the place that would be there home, seeing the excitement in their eyes. They had all been ready to rough it, so she was sure they would all fit in here.

'We are making our final approach. Strap in for landing.' The pilots voice filled the passenger area, his tone cool, almost non plussed, like he did this sort of thing every day. Which he probably did.

'I'd do as he says. It can get a little bumpy with the wind and the trees.' Honeywell said, her hands already having fastened her belt tightly around her waist, the clip snapped shut easily. It wasn't exactly her first trip either.

The others attempts were a little more haphazard, fingers fumbling for belts as quickly as they could in their haste to strap in. And not a moment too soon as the helicopter was rocked by a sudden jolt, almost like a hand had grabbed it and shaken it. The students certainly seemed shaken, sharing worried glances between each other. It would almost be funny if she hadn't felt the same way the first time, remembering how scary it could be.

'It's okay. This is perfectly normal.' Honeywell said calmly, managing what she hoped was s reassuring tone of voice. 'Just a little wind sheer.'

Now, that might have been reassuring if the helicopter had not been caught by another lurch that didn't so much throw them to the side as cause them to drop a few feet. Although she was sure it felt like a few meters. All of the students' hands were gripping the arm rests now. Maybe as much as from stress as the need to feel they are doing something.

'This is normal?' Mykal muttered, his hands a little whiter than the others.

'Perfectly. Trust me.' Honeywell rested a hand on his, that movement as soft as her voice.

A soft touch, maybe. But it seemed to do the trick. Not that they had much longer to wait anyway. One more jolt and then a much softer bump that more rolled through the airframe than shook it, the tell-tale feeling of the wheels touching solid ground. As if that wasn't enough indication they had landed, the silence as the engine shut down sealed the deal.

Honeywell as on her feet and striding towards the door before the others, twisting the handle smoothly and pushing open the door in one movement. With a spring in her step, she leapt down onto the green grass that tickled up around the tops of her shoes, still clinging to early morning dew that the mornings sun hadn't quite done away with.

She smiled. This was the best time of day to get here. Certainly made the long flight worth it. She couldn't help feeling she had come home. She took a few deep breaths of the clear air before turning to eye the assembled students that had already collected their bags and moved away from the helicopter where they pilot was finishing his post flight checks. Not that he would be staying long. A quick refuel and he would be flying back to the outpost on the mainland.

Again, she was grateful for Haylee's contacts, for her arranging with a company she knew to get the use of their helicopters whenever they needed them. Certainly more than the universities budget could stretch too.

Breaking out of her thoughts, she turned back to the assembled students, noting almost distractedly the way they already seemed to be forming little subgroups of their own. Just enough of a divide between them to see where those groups lay.

Her eyes first settled on Mykal standing next to Alex; the two of them very similar in build even if that was where the similarity ended. Mykal stood a little shorter than Alex, just by a few feet, his long black hair giving him a sort of rock punk style look, especially with that purple streak running down the middle. Couple that with his twin hoop earrings in each ear and that really completed the look. Alex by contrast was a little more reserved, his hair cut shorter, barely any bangs covering his eyes, or his ears. Not getting in the way of his glasses or the three barbell piercings that decorated his left ear. He had one loose strand that stubbornly stayed free from the rest, no doubt staying there despite his efforts. The overall appearance was one of cool academia, a mix of student with a young man not afraid to let his hair down.

Pretty much in contrast to Arc and Conrad. The two of them could have been brothers. Almost. It certainly wasn't hard to see a similarity. Arc with his light brown hair cut very short certainly wouldn't have stood out in a crowd. Not that he was boring, just reserved really. Short cut hair that had a sort of natural freedom to it, not forced in anyway giving him a easy going look, someone who didn't take his appearance too seriously perhaps. Certainly not to the point where he fussed over it or anything. Which was the main difference. He didn't stand much different in stature or bearing from Khabi, maybe a few inches between them. But Conrad did stand out a bit more. His darker hair sure would catch any bodies eye but he wore it casually as well, as if it was just something he had, not something to show off or anything. If she would hazard as guess, that was why these two got on so well, Arc was happy to have Conrad around to deflect a little attention from him. He certainly seemed to feel more comfortable when he wasn't the centre of attention. Maybe the reason neither of them liked to embellish themselves with jewellery and the like.

The last pair really stood out though. Not the kind she had expected to volunteer for this. Two jocks, in build anyway. Athletic types anyway. Attractive and they knew it. Their clothing showed that off as much as their muscles, both wearing loose t-shirts and shorts that couldn't hide the physique beneath. She had a feeling they had been friends before joining up with this little venture, the pair of them arriving together, already thick as thieves. At least they both looked markedly different from each other, beyond their near identical builds. Almost polar opposites. Where Lucas was fair skinned and with hair to match, Marcus was deeply tanned with brown hair just a few shades lighter. The other sign that they were both friends was the matching tattoos they both had on the upper right arm, she had caught glimpses of them but not enough to determine the actual pattern.

She couldn't start lusting after them though, not here. She controlled herself.

'Professor, shouldn't we go inside?'

With a shock of embarrassment, Honeywell came out of her thoughts, a little self-conscious that she had gotten caught up in them. Not the first time of course but she wasn't going to get caught up in that. She was already a poster girl for the absentminded academic. No sense in compounding it.

'Yes. Yes, of course. Follow me and we can get you settled.'

She put action to her words as she strode towards the squat buildings a good few metres away from the landing pad, letting them get a good look at the place that would be there home for the next few months. She guessed they were thinking what she had thought, glad that it wasn't tents or anything.

'It's a bit basic as I said. But it's homely enough inside.' Honeywell paused, her finger tapping on the entrance pad, the door yielding a second later with a soft hiss.

'This..is basic?' Conrad asked slowly as they all got a good look around, taking in all the details of their surroundings. Yes, every surface was metal, but the deep blue paint soothed the cold taint that could have come with it. Apart from that, it was very well kitted out. Even from where they stood in the entrance, four doors led off it, forming a structure that was more like a house.

'Yes. A little. Not quite what you were expecting?'

'Not really. Who made all this?'

'We have a few contacts that are quiet useful. The company that built this designs facilities for frontier living you might say. Disaster relief in war zones, accommodation for medical personnel working overseas. They do a lot of business with Medisan Sans Frontiers for example.'

'And they made this for you?' Conrad sounded impressed.

'They did. Custom made and easily transportable. Modular too. Depends on where we are going. We have a kitchen through there.' Honeywell had started moving, pointing around her as she walked. 'A lounge cum rec area through there. And down here is the accommodation block.'

Here the corridor divided into two corridors, running parallel to each other. 'You can chuck your stuff anywhere down to the right and meet me back here in two minutes. Then I can introduce you guys to Haylee and the rest of the team.'

'Shouldn't they be here now?' Alex swung his rucksack high on his shoulder. 'I mean, it's pretty early.'

'Haylee isn't the type to lie around. She likes to get started early.'

'And leave without turning off the shower?' Conrad said, padding back to the group. 'Cause someone left a shower on down there. Running full blast too.' His steamed up glasses spoke to that.

'Well, that is a bit odd.' Honeywell conceded. 'But they could have made a new discovery I suppose. If so, she will need all the help she can get. Let's go.'

Dylan lay surrounded by darkness, the heavy strip of cloth bound over his eyes serving the dual purpose of blocking his sight and heightening his hearing at the same time. Allowing his new hyper sensitive ears to respond to everything, every little rustle of air or soft pad that might have been a footstep or might not.

He would have moved but for more strips of the same cloth that held his wrists and ankles, binding them together most effectively even if they weren't actually tied to anything. He hadn't resisted as Haylee and Kayo lead him here, nor when they bound him and left him like this. How long had it been? He really couldn't tell, all sense of time having been lost to him. Then again, Dylan did have other things on his mind right now.

He might not have been able to see, but he could still feel. Had felt the paws pushing him down, guiding him, spreading his legs just that little bit wider. Soft paws that ran along his thighs, delicately teasing his fur and the flesh that lay beneath, working up his inner thigh, climbing higher and higher until he felt a touch on his balls. Not a finger though.

No, nothing more than soft, sweet breath; a caress both heavenly sweet and wickedly torturous at the same time. It drew on for a long second, his cock straining as long as it lasted. Dylan moaned, his sudden squirms driving his hips a little higher into the air, as if he could make that soft contact continue. If only he could.

It faded as quickly as it had begun, leaving him instantly wanting more, his whole body straining for it, needing it. Even as he waited for it, the repeat of that sensation caught him by surprise. This time he heard the low, almost sultry exhalation, a breathy gasp that wrapped around his balls just like the subtle current of air. Only this time it rose, climbing higher and higher, dragging along and up to his head. His head that was quickly engulfed by something much sweeter.

His lover slides her mouth down his cock. Going very slowly, not rushed or hurried. As much as he wanted her to. How much he needed to be inside her. His hips rose as much as they could but it wasn't enough.

Nothing made her hurry her pace. And he was too nervous to make her hurry, it couldn't compete with his worry. Lower and lower she moved with practiced ease, her throat easily taking him all. An ease she repeated by pulling up again with the same slowness.

Dylan couldn't deny this was affecting him, his moans growing louder. Especially as she lowered her tongue to his head. The first lick was slow and measured, the next a little faster. Both felt amazing.

As much as he wanted her too, Haylee seemed in no rush to bring this, or him, to climax. All he could do was lie there, wishing he could move as her tongue danced wickedly over his cock. Sometimes treating him to a soft suckle on his head.

He wished he was back in her mouth, blowing his load inside her. But she must have felt how he felt, how close he was. Because she pulled away with a soft chuckle, leaving one lingering kiss on his head, draping herself along his prone form, her hips and the lips of her pussy nearly touching him. But only nearly.

The cessation of touch was worse than her teasing had been, now hit with the certainty of no release. At least, not the touch he wanted. Her switch from sexual tease to tender affection was so sudden as to leave him confused. That didn't mean he was complaining about it exactly, unable to keep from blushing as she kissed his lips, her nose bumping against his softly.

At that moment he yearned to touch her and pull her close and..he wasn't sure. Do something anyway. Catching him by surprise again, Haylee nuzzled his cheek softly, the tingles of that contact lingering long after she moved away.

He knew what was coming but that didn't give him time to prepare. He moaned from the first touch on his head, that familiar tease that went further. No longer licking, she let her lips part invitingly and enveloped all of him. No more teasing either, not from the smooth, rapid rhythm of her bobbing head, her own soft moans showing how much she was enjoying her work.

It didn't take long to get Dylan right back to the edge, both a sign of her skill and his inexperience. With a nod he wanted to urge her on, have the delicious rubbing and squeezing of his shaft send him over the edge.

That wasn't to be the case though. She took one last chance to tease him, her paw taking over with soft, slow circles over his head. Part relaxing massage, part teasing touch. Leaving him right on the edge.

'Are you close?' Haylee's voice cut though his arousal softly yet keenly, caressing his ears like her paws had done his body.

'Yes, let me cum..please..make me cum.' Dylan panted, thrusting his hips up to her, trying to press more against her furry touch. As futile a guesture as it was, he couldn't help trying, even as it made the ripples of surpressed desire shoot through his body more powerfully.

'Soon. But not yet.' Haylee whispered, her paw not touching him but just hovering over his side, obviously worried about finishing him off with that touch since he is so keyed up. 'First you have to learn to control. Only then can you open yourself up to the new pleasures we have to show you. This is pleasing is it not?'

Dylan nodded, unable to deny that, softly registering the truth of her words. He had no more time to think on that. Haylee's kiss caught him completely by surprise, the tender touch of her lips oh so tender and sweet, almost hesitant, like she was holding back just a little.

It just didn't last as long as he wanted and he whined softly, prompting a chuckle from Haylee.

'I thought you'd have things you would rather do with my mouth.' Haylee grinned. 'You certainly didn't seem to be complaining earlier. Still, you've been such a good boy, I think you deserve a treat.'

Dylan's ears perked up at her words, that movement bringing with it a fresh anticipation of what was to come. Almost acting as a herald of his anticipation. Or what he hoped was to come anyway.

'Think you can hold it for me one more time?' Haylee whispered, her voice still low and seductive.

'I'm..not sure. I can try.' Dylan replied, sounding more calmly than he felt. Even talking about it had brought him racing back to the edge again.

Not that he had much choice, Haylee having made that decision for him. Before she could say anything her mouth touched, brushed and then slipped over his cock, drawing him deep into her. Dylan stiffened instantly, fearing he would come right there, clenching and trying to hold his orgasm in as of he could just by sheer breath control. Be it by chance or design, he didn't come. Haylee's unhurried and controlled movements helped, never going too far. Her mouth touching him just enough to keep him simmering without finishing. She drew back just at the right moment, leaving him gasping.

'It's okay sweetie. Don't fight it. Come for me.' Haylee purred.

Dylan had no choice really, he was already coming when she spoke. Her words were the irresistible trigger. Her mouth helped to finish him off though, closing around him, dipping her head slowly. Pink lips hovered and then closed so softly. Each stroke drove him deeper into ecstasy. Never going further than his head, yet never releasing him either.

He couldn't hold back and came in a screaming orgasm that left him shaking, his lover still milking his cock, drawing more out of him. The wave washed over him and something felt different somehow.

A ripple of something different, his skin tingling. Not just in one place but everywhere. He recognised the feeling of the transformation. He had no choice to close his eyes and ride out the wave of sensation. Where he had been flat chested now sat the first hint of curves. Not that it stopped at a hint. His nipples stood up perkily, standing out from his newly formed cleavage, his curves firming up until his view was dominated by his new breasts that stood out proudly from his chest, highlighting his rapidly shrinking waist that moved with the growth of his hips, forming a perfect hourglass figure.

He wanted to be shocked, but this felt right somehow. He wiggled his..her delicate toes in delight. Hadn't she always been this way. Why was he thinking like a male when she was clearly female. Her mind relaxed as the transformation fully took hold, his past life forgotten. He lived for his mistress now.

He had to watch as his cock was stroked down to nothing, the last bit of the change. Sliding into his body, almost fading away into his pussy. The realisation of that came quickly. He hadn't seen it happen, hadn't seen the change. But he couldn't deny that it was there, pink answer between his legs, the tiny point of his cock right in the centre of his lips. She didn't have to touch it any more, try as he might, he couldn't fight it and he didn't want to really. A few more seconds later all the remained was a delicate pink nub peeking from the folds of his sex. One more pathetic squirt of watery seed and it was fully consumed into his feminity. And Dylan was fully female, the last trace of his masculinity gone. Or hers. The change had affected her mind too. Now there were no male thoughts or identity left.

'Welcome sister. Let us love you.'

Those words completed his transformation, any last traces of masculinity swept away, both mentally and physically. His memories of his life as a male little more than a distant memory. There was no time for words. A look showed her what Haylee wanted. And she wanted it too, wanting a tongue on her pussy, wanting her to eat her out. The desire was so strong she couldn't resist it.

Luckily she didn't have too. Haylee moved closer, never rushing. Drawing out that moment, the first touch of tongue was electric. She arched her back in pure pleasure, nearly screaming. None of that encouraged her to go faster, keeping this moment special.

He adored her soft explorations, each touch soft and measured. Never rushed, not hurried. And all driving him on. The first touch on her virgin pussy, her lips wet and eager to be touched. That she did slowly, teasing and testing her.

The same soft kisses on her legs that this time brought flutters to her stomach, building as she steadily moved along her thighs. Already her pussy was dripping, crying out for attention. But she wasn't done yet. Still in no hurry, wanting to sample all of her as much as her reactions.

A change in sensation. Lips replaced by a tongue that would feel heavenly on her special place. She broke down with a gasp that echoed ragged in her ears, following that tongue with her mind, hoping it would go higher.

It did, but only to swap to her other thigh, starting the tortuously pleasurable journey all over again. Now she knew what to expect, it was even worse. And better at the same time. Her hands tugged st her bonds in a uselessly futile guesture, whining deep in her throat, caught up in her need and desire. Each kiss she begged it to go higher.

Then the tongue was right st the top of her thigh. It wouldn't take much to cross the gap. All touch ceased as she was worried the tease would start all over again, she would go mad if it did. She squirmed as breath caressed her pussy, heart pounding as each second stretched out, hoping the tongue would replace it.

When it came, it caught her completely by surprise, and she found herself utterly lost. White hot pleasure exploded in her mind, waves flooding through her body, tingling down to her toes. Toes that curled, her whole body straining against that lick. Like all her being had been focused down to that wet space between her legs, unable to feel anything else.

Her tongue moved in the same way, still slow and tender, pushing a little deeper only to retreat and sweep over her lips again. Lapping at her softly. Running right along the cleft that divided her, slipping perfectly between her legs.

Her clit had been ignored until now, she thought it was Haylee's tongue that had moved to her clit, but that thought was smashed as two sets of lips worked her in a frenzied tandem, one never leaving her clit, worshiping it like a little cock. The other taking a path deeper into her pussy, giving her the first feel of penetration.

Her hips rose up urgently, a tension gripping her body, the sign of her first female orgasm. How would it feel? She couldn't deny it felt the same, familiar and new at the same time, a heady mix.

She wanted to encourage her on but then the combined efforts were too much for her to take any longer, her voice failing her. She squirmed right on the edge of that white hot moment. Her hips rubbing as much as she could, the fire growing in her belly, waves of pleasure sweeping over her body. She was hyper aware of everything, of the soft fabric around her wrists, the cool air surrounding her nipples, the delicious flutters of her stomach as the two talented tongues drove her deeper into ecstasy.

Then the moment was over and with the force of a hurricane, her orgasm overtook her, sweeping her away. All the tension in her body faded, replaced by a wash of pleasure that seemed to steal all the energy she had been holding in. Her pussy throbbed, pumping hot liquid that resonated with the beating off her heart, she couldn't tell which way was up, all her focus lost, her orgasm shaking her to her very core.

She had no choice but to go with it. Her skin was alive with tingles that danced and sparked, running like fingers along her spine, bringing with them fresh shivers of primal lust that seemed to rise from the well they had created inside her. Her body collapsed totally exhausted. Too exhausted to even raise her head as a new voice cut across the silence.

'Attend me. We have new guests to make welcome.'

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Mykal couldn't hold back a whistle, the temple much more impressive than he had ever imagined. Not exactly untouched by time but the stone work, the carving. The huge hall ways having been carved out of huge slabs of rock but with such skill. He could still pick out the intricate carvings on the walls even if he couldn't decipher the symbols. It was very embellished with columns and pillars, nothing around him crude. And the scale of it. He wasn't an archaeologist but the scope of it was impressive. If every room around him was like this, then it was almost mind boggling. Wide stairs and Dias' high over head, leading who knows where.

He wasn't the only one feeling that way he decided. Not with the others gathered together in a close group, all of them looking around the entrance uncertainly. Certainly with the comforting daylight now reduced to a sliver coming through the narrow door.

'How long would it have taken to build this?' Mykal asked, unable to keep the awe from his voice.

'Decades, certainly.' Honeywell shrugged, casually. 'Maybe even longer. There is really no way to know.'

'But why? Was this built to worship something? Or is this a tomb?' Mykal didn't like that thought. Stupid as it might be, the thought about curses and tomb traps had nestled in his brain. And didn't seem to be going anywhere yet. Didn't help with the oppressive darkness all around them that the bright lights couldn't quite dispel.

'That's one of the things we hope to find out.' Honeywell continued, unaware of his worries. Or certainly not feeling them herself. He just wasn't sure if that was reassuring or not. 'We still haven't found any sign of the main chamber. Or at least we hadn't when I left anyway. But given the size of the structure, that's not so surprising really. Once we find that, we will know a lot more.'

'So, that is where the others should be?' Alex asked.

'I would think so.' Honeywell replied. 'They certainly aren't here. I guess we should split up and look for them.'

'You want us to go wandering around here blindly?' Lucas asked.

'It's okay. You can't get lost if you just follow the lights.' Honeywell pointed to the thin line of black wire that ran along the middle of the wall, broken at regular intervals by tiny but very bright lights. 'Everywhere we have explored will have been fitted with lights like that. If you see white lights, you are going deeper, red lights will lead you back to the exit. And never go anywhere that doesn't have any lights. It might not be safe.'

'Safe? You mean, there might be traps and things like that.' Mykal muttered softly.

'You've been watching too many movies dude.' Conrad laughed, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

'He's not entirely wrong.' Honeywell said, her voice taking on a stern edge. 'It's rare, but you never know what you might find. What's more likely though is that sections might be unstable and could collapse. But do as I say and you should be fine.'

That didn't seem very reassuring to the others, neither did the idea of splitting up. Not if the looks the others shared were anything to go by. He didn't blame them, the idea of splitting up didn't seem like a good one to him. Even if they knew where they were going.

'Shouldn't we stick together? Safety in numbers?' Arc asked, moving up next to Conrad.

'Hmm, yes.' Honeywell crossed her arms thoughtfully. 'Good point. Arc, you go with Conrad. Mykal, Alex, you two are with me. Let's go.'

'Hey. What about us?'

'Oh yes.' Honeywell rubbed her head embarrassedly as if thinking how could she have missed them. 'You two can stick together too.'

Mykal didn't move immediately, not even seeming to notice the others had started to move off. He just hesitated near the door. Something else had attracted his attention. A soft whisper right on the edge of his hearing, a voice he could almost hear. And yet, not here. He shivered, a chill running through him. He almost couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched. Even as he scoured the shadows and saw nothing, he couldn't shrug it off, still feeling that odd pressure on the back of his neck.

'Mykal. Mykal!! Hey. You coming?'

That shout drew him out of his thoughts with a rush, his head spinning around quickly to see Alex looking back at him from the doorway a few feet away, standing with one hand on the smooth wall.

'Oh, yeah. Coming.' Mykal called out, hurrying to catch up with them, trying to ignore his growing feeling on unease. It had to be this place playing tricks on him, hearing what he is expecting to hear. Yeah, that must be it. His mind was just showing him what he expected to see.

The further they went, that feeling started to dissipate, replaced by a growing awed curiosity. If the entrance was impressive, it was nothing compared to what he was seeing now. Part of him had expected that things might become less extravagant the deeper they went. But that was certainly not seeming to be the case.

His worries now forgotten, he was actually starting to relax. And was glad he had taken up this opportunity, even if it had meant giving up his spring break. How often did you get a chance to see something like this.

'This is amazing. It's like stepping into the past, like something out of time.' Mykal whispered, his soft voice echoing slightly off the stone that surrounded them.

'I know.' Alex joined in, the same tone of awe audible in his voice. 'And it's so intact. I mean, it feels ancient. But looking at it, it might have been built yesterday.'

'Never underestimate the power of stone.' Professor Honeywell called back. 'This place has been standing before any of us were even born. And will still be standing long after we are dust in the ground.'

'Well, that's a cheery thought. Thank you.' Alex quipped.

'Would it have always looked like this though?' Mykal cut in, quickly changing track. 'I mean, this was supposed to be a temple right? It feels a little austere. Cold even. Like a church, focused more on architecture than creature comforts. Not lived in, but only visited for sacred rights, things like that.'

'It's hard to say. We have very little contemporary evidence about how these structures would have looked while in use. But the people that built them had great riches and wealth, so it makes sense that some of that would have flowed here.' She tapped her chin thoughtfully. 'These places were made to be lived in, as much as worshipped in. Legend says it was once home to a powerful goddess. Now, call that an actual deity, a powerful religious figure or just a puppet made to invoke believe, who can say. But it follows that such a figure would have had lavish surroundings and accommodation befitting their status.'

'So, could there still be piles of jewels lying around here somewhere? Rooms full of gold coins maybe?' Mykal's eyes twinkled, excited by the thought of finding something like that.

'It's possible, but not very likely. Hordes like that are only found in structures built for that purpose. And we have seen no sign of such a horde. If it was here, it could have been plundered years ago for all we know. Maybe centuries ago.'

'Guess it doesn't help that we don't really know the layout of this place huh?'

'That's what Haylee is doing here. It slow going but we need to make sure we do everything right as we go along.' Honeywell said.

'Speaking of this Haylee, shouldn't we have found her by now?' Alex jumped in.

'Honestly, yes. I would have thought so. I can't see that she would be much further in than this.'

'Hey, guys. Look at this.'

Alex had called out to them from the doorway off to the left, moving to make room for the others. While the rooms they had passed before had been empty, this one certainly wasn't. Even in the low light, it wasn't hard to pick out the collection of statues that lined the edges on the raised platforms, all of them animal in form. Not static either, each pose had a life and fluidity too it, some raised on two legs, some low and squat with teeth bared or pouring at the stone beneath their hooves. Those that had hooves. It seemed to be that thier was no real order to this, carnivore placed next to herbivor in no real pattern, except that they were all mammals that is.

'Well, that isn't what I expected to see.' Honeywell muttered breathily, surprise clear in her voice.

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Things had been the same for Arc and Conrad, both of them awed by the place they now found themselves in. But where as Mykal had felt his unease fading, Arc seemed more unsettled. This far away from the others he couldn't help feeling cut from them. It wasn't that he was freaked out, just this place was a little intimidating.

He couldn't deny he felt on edge, alert, all his senses straining for any sound or sight that someone else might be around. That might have been why he saw it. He hadn't been looking for it, not even as he turned around the sharp bend. Why Conrad didn't see it, he didn't know. Maybe he was looking the other way down the t junction. Maybe he just wasn't looking in the right direction. Or maybe Arc was seeing things.

It didn't seem that way though. It all happened in slow motion, he turned and where there had been an empty corridor, now stood a cloaked figure. It was hard to miss her really. She did stand out, her heavy robe looking nothing like modern dress. But it was her face that pulled his gaze towards it instantly. Not that she wasn't striking, but he couldn't say she was human which had been what he expected to see when she turned. It was that shock that made him leap back.

He grabbed Conrad, making him turn quickly, his mouth unable to work or even utter a single sound.

'What. Are you okay?' Conrad asked, more confused than concerned.

'I saw..something.' He fought to find his voice again. 'Over there.'

But whatever he had seen was gone, if it was even there in the first place. Nothing but empty shadows, the bare darkness filling the space where he could have sworn she stood.

'Chill out man. Can't have you jumping a shadows the whole time.' Conrad laughed softly.

'So, you don't find this place at all creepy?' Arc mock scowled.

'Creepy? It's kinda cool.' Conrad replied.

'Except that nobody is here.' Arc said as he walked, wanting to get away from this corridor, his feet carrying him into the next chamber quickly without making it look like he was trying to move quickly.

'Well, somebody was here.' Conrad rose from his crouch with a grin like a kid in a candy store, the unmistakably frilly item clutched in his hand.

'Where did you find those?' He couldn't keep from blushing, quickly working out what he held. Not that it was hard to guess.

He shrugged, seemingly more excited by his find that confused about it. 'Over there. Looks like someone had a little fun here huh.'

It took him less than a second to work out what he meant, his eyes dropping to the clothes strewn on the floor. Female clothes, all of them if he was any judge. He could certainly see two sets of panties without really looking. It made no sense to him but he couldn't ignore that that was what they were. Just tossed around like whoever had removed them didn't care where they landed. Arc tried not to think about what that could mean, forcing his mind away from the twitch he felt in his pants.

'We are supposed to be looking for the others you know.' He said, clearing his throat pointedly, as much to emphasis his point as clear the lump in his throat.

'Well, they aren't here. And maybe I want to do something a little fun.' Conrad said, Arc unable to ignore the throaty rumble in his voice. Equally hard to ignore was the way he stepped close behind him, not quite hugging him, his paws resting on his hips. He could have sworn he felt something hard brush against his back.

His head swam, he wanted to step away but he couldn't. Then before he could think about it, Conrad had moved away, walking right to the centre of the room. Before he could ask what he was doing, it became plainly obvious as Conrad shucked his shirt up and over, just bunching up a little over his head.

He swallowed, eyeing his taut chest and powerful arms. Taking a good look at him. He had a great physique. Not toned but in good shape, his stomach maybe a little pudgy but in a way he found cute, indeerinb almost. He couldn't stop thinking about seeing the rest of his body. That thought rose unbidden. Almost as if he had willed it to happen, Conrad unbuttoned his trousers. The snap sounded abnormally loud.

He gave a sigh of relief, shimming them down his legs. He must have been in a little discomfort, given how hard his cock was. He had been right about his arousal he had felt against him. He couldn't deny he was feeling the same hardness in his clothing too, his whole body heating up. His member straining to be free.

If he felt any hesitation or shyness, he certainly didn't show it. As quickly as he had started, Conrad stripped completely, his boxers casually discarded, leaving him standing nude and proud. Then his eyes fell on Arc, shining with lust.

Arc was now hyper aware of his cock straining in his boxers. His mind racing with what he could see. Not that this was the first time he had seen him naked. More than once he had enjoyed watching him in the showers. In his fantasy things had gone further, Conrad taking him hard and fast against the shower wall, his hard cock filling and ploughing his tight ass till he exploded within him. Even thinking about it now is making him harder.

But why had it come to the fore now? Why was he suddenly being bombarded by his lust. And most importantly why was he ignoring it? Why didn't he do what his mind was screaming to do and just turn around, spread his legs and beg him to fuck him like he had thought about so many times as he went to bed stroking himself to orgasm.

As much as part of him wanted to do that, the rest of him actually wanted Conrad to suggest that, too take the lead and take control of him. To have that moment where he realised he wanted him as much as he did.

'Are you as turned on as I am?' Conrad's soft voice drifted to him as if from far away. Until Arc lurched back to the now, blushing furiously. It was almost like he knew what he was feeling, the reaction that he couldn't bring himself to say. His mind drawn back to the hardness in his boxers, still mercifully hidden by his loose trousers. Before he could even answer, Conrad took matters into his own hands.

With a delicate touch he brushed then enfolded his cock in his hand, taking a good handful of both trouser and maleness at once. From there he didn't move, not yet, just rasing his head to look at Arc.

'Do you want me to stop?' Conrad whispered, his voice deep, his throat obviously tight with desire.

The answer was out of his mouth before he could even think about it. 'Don't you dare.' That answer was out of Arc's mouth before he could stop it, rubbing against the hand that had started to stroke him slowly.

Okay, this wasn't like his fantasy but right now he wouldn't change it for anything in the world. He quickly gave over to it, his hands roaming, trying to touch him all at once. Conrad's hands moved with more focused attention, slipping between them, rolling the button of his trousers between his fingers. Before Arc could even think about saying yes or no, his mind still not made up, Conrad took that decision for him.

A quick snap and zppp as his zipper was run down, his trousers hanging open to give a good view of his generous package now freed to peek out of his boxers. He felt small compared to Conrad, but that didn't seem to matter. Even if there wasn't much in it, not much difference.

He seemed big enough for Conrad, his cock fitting in his palm as he curled around him, squeezing and stroking him through his boxers. The bunched material doing nothing to hamper his touch or block the sensations, a damp patch forming around his head. The first sign of how this was affecting him.

He had just let out his first real moan when he stopped, that gasp almost pulled from him. A mix of need and frustration.

'I want to see you.' Conrad whispered, reaching to touch his boxers.

Arc stiffened instantly, as his finger ran along the gap between his shirt and underwear, but from excitement not worry. He couldn't believe he was so excited from just one touch. He just about managed a shaky nod.

Conrad didn't waste any time stripping him of his underwear with a fluid ease, not stopping till he had worked them down and over his feet, leaving him standing bare butt naked as his friend. Again, Arc was lost, a mixed tremor of excitement and confused hesitation running through him, uncertain what should happen next.

Conrad wasn't though. He knelt with a slow deliberation, lowering down until his head was level with his cock, giving him a perfect view of his arousal. Which might have been the reason for the sexy grin that spread over his face.

'Can we not do that.' Arc whispered, correctly interpreting his movement. 'Not yet.' He amended hastily. 'I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet.' He had given voice to his fears, this being out of his experience.

He waited for Conrad to be angry or disapproving or one of dozens of reactions that seemed worse than the last. So it was understandable that his relief was tangible when Conrad smiled again. 'Of course. But I want to go down on you soon.'

The lust he heard nearly made him toss away his reluctance but part of him still didn't feel he could or should rush into this. Baby steps was the way to go he felt.

Conrad seemed to be fine with that, using a delicate and controlled touch he reached for him. His hand that had closed around his head didn't stay there for long, fluting along his length without gripping too tight, allowing the natural pressure to bring its own pleasure.

Nervous or not, Arc was starting to realise he couldn't hold back long, Conrad working him with an effortlessly skilful touch that already had squirming, like he was reading his reactions. He couldn't deny he certainly knew where to touch him. And how. Slowing down at just the right moment, then speeding up a second later, reading him like a book. These delaying tactics only last while though; despite his best efforts to relax and not cum like a teen getting his first blowjob. without warning Arc came barely a minute after he had started, jets of his creamy seed erupting into the air, one strand splashing over Conrad's face as the rest dribbled down his paw, making soft shlck noises as Conrad kept jacking him off.

Arc knew he had a goofy grin on his face from his pleasure, mixing with his blush of course. Nothing compared to the blush as Conrad licked him clean, treating him to the delicious sensation of his tongue exploring his spent but not softened manhood; taking his time to explore him with soft sweeps. Arc was just starting to relax into it when Conrad brushed his head, making him jump.

'Can I?' Conrad asked, eyeing him coyly.

He knew instantly what he meant and this time he wasn't torn. He just nodded, his throat tight, constricted tight. He took him long and slow, drawing out the moment, making him wonder if he could take all of him. Seemed he could. He still didn't rush things.

Inch by inch he sank into him, his lips relaxed and gliding easily over his length, yet feeling so tight around him at the same time. By the time he was halfway down, Arc was trembling and panting, his brow beaded with sweat. His hand had moved without him meaning it too, now pressed against Conrad's head, letting him know silently that he could go all the way.

Conrad paused here, like he was working up to taking all of him, taking a deep breath and sliding lower and lower, his nose now brushing his crotch. Arc wondered if he could take that last inch then he got his answer, Conrad smoothly taking that last inch.

Conrad wasn't one to rest on his laurels, his tongue coming too life and wrapping around his cock and pressing into his head. Arc gasped throatily, his lips parting in an 'o' of pleasure. Despite how slow Conrad had gone, he was already so close to cumming again. He couldn't last long under this oral assault.

Something that Conrad must have known. He shot him that sweetly coy grin, Arc instantly recognising what it meant. He's going to suck me. That thought was barely out of his head before Conrad did just that. His lips pursed, he dragged up along his cock, climbing closer to his head, using his mouth to pleasure all of him before presumably reversing that motion. Arc didn't have time to consider how that might feel.

He was already coming as Conrad moved up to his head, fighting to hold it back as long as he could. The soft suckle on his tip was too much and with a brief clenching in his cock, he came with a howl, his seed flooding into his mouth. Conrad wasted no time in dragging his head up to the perfect angle to take all of his load without gagging or spilling any of it.

Overwhelmed, Arc dipped his head, moaning constantly as Conrad sucked him dry, pleasure like he had never known filling him. It was an effect of that pleasure that he for a second doubted the evidence of his own eyes. Eyes that had locked on the patch of black he could see on Conrad's face. He almost thought he was seeing things, but he wasn't, he couldn't deny what he saw.

Nor could he pull his eyes away from Conrad, watching in a kind of shocked awe. What had started as a tiny black spot on his nose now covered almost all of his face, letting him see that he had taken purely for colour was in fact fur. He was so close that he could see the individual hairs that deepened and formed subtle markings, little spots that decorated all of his body.

He almost hadn't noticed what he had thought. But muzzle was the perfect word to use here. The fur that was still sweeping over his face wasn't the only change he was seeing, not by a long shot. If he had to pick another word, it would be well..a deer. That was the best way to describe what he was seeing. It sounded mad, but that was what he was seeing. He already had the muzzle, the long snout flashed by two long white stripes, one down each side and running up to his nose. And the eyes too, wide and soft and expressive all at the same time, human and not all wrapped up in one package.

These baffling changes didn't stop there either, only the top of his head left untransformed, the last trace of his human form shown in a crop of hair that was rapidly receding into thick fur that covered his ears. If he even had ears any more. Barely a second after Arc thought that thought, as if drawn out buy it, two ears sprung from the top of his head. One second they hadn't been there, the next they were. Almost arrow shaped, pointing out from the side of his head, moving lightly this way and that. You might have been forgiven for thinking that the new ears that appeared at the top of his head would be what he focused on most.

As he had been watching his head, the rest of the transformation had nearly finished. The brown fur had covered all of him save for his legs, his chest and back now displaying a soft white mottled pattern, forming two lines that ran down to his cute tail, surrounded by random spots mostly collected on his rump. That covering of fur was not enough to hide his cock though, his still human length jutting proudly from his body, drooling just a little pre. While the changes on his chest hadn't been that pronounced, what was happening to his legs was obvious to see. At first he thought what he was seeing was just muscles tightening up. But the more he watched, the more he saw that Conrad's legs were actually lengthening. Changing to better support his new hooves. Or for them to support him. His feet flared out, a confusing moment he couldn't follow as toes were replaced by something sturdier. He almost laughed. It was going to be hard for him to find shoes to fit. Then again, they weren't likely to be wearing clothes much longer.

He thought the change had stopped. He was wrong. He couldn't work out what was happening at first. If he hadn't been looking at his chest, he might have missed it. The change was subtle at first but soon couldn't be ignored. His chest was swelling, growing into what could only be called breasts. That thought was odd but so was everything about this. And it sounded right at that moment. Arc swallowed, watching as her new breasts became more and more pronounced, pushing together into a sweet cleavage even without any support, her nipples now fully hard and taut before him, almost begging to be sucked on. Much like her cock, still standing proudly between her legs as the last vestige of her maleness. Even with the way her cock was being ignored for now, clearly not her focus. Not with the way her paw was buried between her thighs, already coated in her juices, pleasing herself frantically, lost to her lust. Is this going to happen to me? Arc couldn't help asking. As if in answer, the newly transformed doe lowered her paws to his trousers. A few deft movements was all it took to strip him, leaving Arc as naked as Conrad, standing naked as him, his hard cock exposed to his view.

He had to ask the question anyway, wondering if that was really him as much to think about anything but being fucked by this sexy deer, unable to ignore the thought of him bending him over and mounting him like a hind. 'What did that...feel like?' He managed to blurt out.'

'You'll find out.' Conrad chuckled reaching for him slowly.

His fur felt heavenly soft against his cock, his nose bumping against him playfully. He asked if that was him, what it felt like, his voice thick with desire. He couldn't ignore we wanted him more, wanted to fuck the sexy deer before him. That thought almost left him lost.

He followed his gaze down to his crotch, his eyes suddenly going wide. Like it was flowing from Conrad's hands, fur was already creeping across his stomach. It started a pale tan until it almost reached his hips where the colour slowly deepened to a rich brown. Now moving in tandem, both of those colours rose to his chest, the lighter of the pair forming a narrow stripe that seemed like it was going to run all the way to his muzzle.

Arc squirmed as it crossed his neck, both excited and fearful about what he knew was coming next. He had after all just had a sneak preview of this, even if he didn't know exactly what was going to happen. That was his main question. He hadn't seen enough to know what he was turning into. Another deer? His fur felt different but that wasn't enough of a clue for him.

It was hard enough for him to think with the warm caress of the fur that was now moving around to his back, the last point of skin drawing down to a tight circle. Then he felt something there, a sensation so unlike anything else that he couldn't describe it, a sudden awareness of something there, something that hadn't been. An experimental flick revealed an answer, feeling something flap against his leg as it just entered his vision. A tail. Oh my god. I've got a tail. A cats tail. He whispered in his head. I'm turning into a cat.

'Yes, such a sexy cat.' Conrad purred sweetly.

He would have responded to that but suddenly he couldn't speak. The feeling of his mouth stretching and elongating was so odd, having trouble even moving his lips never mind framing his words. Not that he had lips any more. Nor ears, he squirmed as they slipped back into his body like they had never been there, quickly replaced by a new pair of feline ears that popped out with barely any pause. That he couldn't ignore either. What that must felt like he could still remember years from now. had no idea, not that he could imagine how any of this would feel. Like two mountains erupting from the ear, rising up proudly and bringing to him soft sounds that he just hadn't been able to hear before now.

So focused on his face that he had missed his feet changing, his legs now sporting a pair of broad padded paws, claws clicking on the stone floor as he tested his new limbs, the feeling both odd and right at the same time.

He hadn't been caring about his cock, he didn't need it any more. He had missed it shrinking into his body but he didn't care. It wasn't the absence of it that felt right, that didn't even register. It was the heat and wetness of her pussy she couldn't ignore and didn't want to either, her sex crying out to be touched, to have something deep inside her.

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Mykal was still trying to work out what he was looking at, the statue filled room still a mystery to him. He recognised the animals of course. That wasn't the mystery he faced. It was more trying to work out exactly why this room existed, why all these statues were here, all placed in one room and collected together. Of course they had been collected, but for what? That was the question he had no answer to. Neither did he have an answer for the one statue that stood out from the rest, clearly/obviously the most impressive; being half human, half horse, standing near seven feet tall with an impassive gaze on her face. If she was a she. That was very difficult for him to work out.

This strange only got more confusing as his gaze moved deeper, picking out the smaller statues that surrounded a shape that could only be described as a throne. While this second lot was barely a fraction of the size of the first, they were equally as striking, if not more so. While they were all different shapes and sizes, he had a feeling that he knew what they were, the word phallic rising unbidden in his mind.

'Are..those...?' Alex trailed off, the shocked bemused look on his face showing he had been following Mykal's thoughts, only he had actually managed to voice them.

'Fertility symbols.' It was unsurprising to him that it was the Professor that answered that question. What was surprising was the casual way she said it, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

'But..of animals?' Mykal asked slowly. Normal it might be to her, but he was still having trouble trying to wrap his head around this. Didn't help that he found the statues vaguely arousing either.

'It's not uncommon for primitive species to worship animals as deities. Or to use them in fertility rites.' Honeywell continued, now having moved to closer to examine the smaller statues with obvious interest.

An interest that Mykal was more than happy to let her continue, since his attention was suddenly attracted elsewhere.

'Did you hear that?' Mykal asked.

'I could hardly miss it.' Alex replied. 'But it's not that strange..I guess.' He must have thought he meant the Professors answer.

'No.' Mykal interrupted. 'Voices. I could have sworn I heard voices. Coming from there.' His extended finger left no doubt which direction he was talking about, coming to stop on the dark doorway that led beyond this chamber.

His extended finger came to let pointing towards the dark doorway that no doubt lead to the next chamber.

'Really? Let's take a look.' Alex said casually.

Casual or not, Mykal was aghast. 'We can't. The professor said don't go anywhere without lights.'

'Don't be such a worrier.' Alex said. 'We are just going to take a quick look. It's not like we can get lost. Or that she will miss us.'

Mykal had to concede that was true. The Professor did seem very engrossed in looking at the statues to notice what they were doing. Or if they were even there.

'Okay, but let's make it fast.' Mykal said.

True to his word, Alex was the first inside, his eyes scouring the gloom. Lian wasn't far behind him. All the while his ears were doing the same, trying to hear the sounds that Alex had heard. And getting nothing back. The room didn't just sound empty, it felt empty too.

'Maybe I really was hearing things.' Mykal conceded, taking one more slow look around him. Or turning his head anyway since he couldn't see anything. Neither could he hear the voices anymore. If he had heard them at all. Feeling confused and a little unnerved, Mykal lead Alex back the way he had come, stepping back into the light. As soon as he crossed the threshold back to the chamber they had just left, his jaw dropped. He didn't have to turn to look at his friend to know that Alex's face had mimicked the same pose.

The Professor was just where they had left her, except that she was leaning on the nearest statue almost bent double as if in pain. If she was it was a silent pain, her voice reaching them as little more than a tight lipped whimper.

'Professor? Are you alright?' Mykal asked, trying not to sound frantic despite the panic clawing at his mind, horribly aware of how far they are away from any kind of help that could do any good. And how little good he and Alex could do. That thought only lasted a second however, then he had other things on his mind.

Unaware of her audience, Honeywell whimpered again, her voice dropping a little deeper, that soft exhalation not sounds of distress but of pleasure. Before their eyes she bent lower, letting them both see the hand that was not pressed to her stomach as they feared, but rubbing over the lips of her pussy, her soaked underwear so wet it was nearly transparent, the sheer material hugging her lips tightly.

Then even that scant scrap of flimsy cloth couldn't hide her from them. Her hand only fumbling a little, she tugged her panties away from her hips, hastily sliding them down her legs to leave them bunched around her ankles.

The sigh they saw next would stay with them for a long time. Seemingly oblivious to her shocked, and increasingly aroused, audience, she dipped not one but two fingers into her already dripping sex, her lips puffy with her desire spreading easily for her.

Both of the young men stayed frozen until something made the Professor notice they were there. She might have heard them or it might have been just a subtle turn of her head, but either way she was suddenly looking at both of them, her hand still pressed to her pussy.

'Like what you see boys? Cause I do. And I need a cock in my pussy.' She drawled low and seductive, adding another finger to the couple of digits already pumping into her, rubbing slowly and seductively, adding the motion of her hips.

Looking back on it, Mykal couldn't remember what exactly made him move. There was very little conscious thought, little beyond an instinct he didn't understand but equally didn't resist. Maybe it was nothing more than the smell of a female in heat presenting herself to him. Truthfully, he didn't think on any of that, just advancing forwards his hands already fumbling with his zip.

He didn't bother stripping his shirt or even pulling his trousers down; as soon as he had his zip open his cock was in his hand, not really needing that help to guide it towards the dripping pussy that teased him with its closeness, lips glistening with moisture. A moisture that attracted him, making his first point of contact.

With a firm, confidant pressure, Mykal stroked his cock between her lips, rubbing along her slit until his cock glistened with her moisture, the juices flowing around him having doubled under his attention.

Honeywell gasped, biting softly on her fingertip, her cheeks glowing a deep red, whimpering as she rubbed her hips back against him, almost pleading with him. There was no pleading in her voice though, she was full out begging for him.

'Please, fuck me. I need it in me.' Honeywell gasped, her voice literally dripping in needy lust.

That was all the encouragement Mykal needed, he didn't wait as he lined up his cock, making sure his head nestled between her lips. Then slide forward. He met no resistance, just warm, soft velvety folds parting for him, wrapping around him from the very second he entered her.

Trembling from head to toe, his hands gripped her hips, squeezing her soft flesh with only a thin barrier between them, as much to have something to hold onto as to deepen his thrust.

She groaned, saying how big he was, her breathing shallow and quick, alternating between shaky breaths and lustful moans. How she needed this, begging for him to fuck her hard.

Part of Mykal should have been shocked by this, the rest of him wasn't even thinking like that. His desires had taken over, the male part of his brain satiated by having his cock burried deep in a sweet pussy.

He moved tentatively at first, not sure if he was doing this right, testing how deep he could go. He was only half way but that already felt too far. He tested her by inching deeper and deeper. Taking his time, he started slow, finding his rhythm and listening to her squeaks and moans, letting them guide him. Each time daring to go deeper, his thrusts a little longer, finding out she could take all of him. He had never thought he was particularly well endowed, average maybe. But something told him the Professor disagreed. She bucked back against him with each thrust, squirming like she was impaled on something huge and satisfying. Clearly already lost to her lust and not caring a bit.

'Deeper..Dee...oh fuck yes...like that...fuck me..go deeper.' She moaned wantonly, her tunnel contracting around him, squirting as she moaned again. He couldn't tell if she came, couldn't focus on anything else than his pleasure, the wonderful feelings dancing around his cock, each ripple of her warm flesh threatening to make him explode. His breathing was roaring in his ears, mixing with the pounding of his pulse as he was sure he was moaning. Ever that was something he couldn't focus on.

Something managed to resister in his mind as he leaned forward, deepening the connection between them, his cock sawing in and out of her lips as he took her doggy style; something that cut over the mixed sounds of thier pleasure.

He only had to raise his head a little to see Alex fondling and stroking his cock, his hand engulfing his head over and over again with a speed that could only come from overwhelming desire. He had missed him pulling his length out of his pants, but now he couldn't ignore the sight of it.

'I'll bet she could take care of that.' Mykal half spoke, half grunted as another wave of tightness rippled around his cock. Maybe from his last stroke or the idea of sucking Alex off. She certainly seemed to like that idea. Her head raised as he approached, watching him eagerly. Or at least, that was what he guessed from the little he could see from her face.

It seemed he was proved right. As soon as Alex was close enough, she strained to get him into her mouth. Not having the use of her hands wasn't proving a problem. Deftly she bathed his length with soft, slow licks and flicks of her tongue, never leaving his head alone for very long.

Until she dipped down his length, pressing her tongue to his base and dragging it slowly up to his head. He had expected more licking but she surprised them both by taking him into her mouth.

Alex rippled his approval, moving for the first time, thrusting his hips forward and pushing deep into her mouth till his balls rested on her chin.

The eroticism of this act was overwhelming Mykal. He never meant to come but he did, the first sign the tremour and tightness that ran through him. He fought that but couldn't control it. His whole cock went tense but it was too much.

They both came at almost the same moment but he felt her come first. As if that was the trigger he came barely a second later, thrusting almost into her womb, his head exploding in wave after wave of thick, creamy cum until he was sure she would explode. Somehow she kept milking him more.

From what he could hear she hadn't stopped sucking either. He couldn't see what she was doing to Alex but the sounds that reached his ears told him he was enjoying it very much.

Mykal was lost to the erotic sight before him, his body long out of his control. Any thoughts of going slowly pushed out of his head, driven by the powerful need to fuck her, already close to cumming again, his cock plunging into her depths. He shivered with each stroke, his pent up desire rising higher and higher to something all consuming. He felt with a keen awareness her pussy clench around him, the rippling muscle squeezing down on all of him. That really was too much. Growing and shuddering in pleasure, his quick, deep plunges soon brought him to climax. One last pull back and he felt more than saw his cock shudder, his length stiffening with a deep tension, almost swelling to bursting point. Before he crossed that point, he just had enough clarity to thrust back in. Or it might have been instinct, he couldn't tell, was beyond thoughts like that. That earlier feeling of stiffness, of tension grew inside him, now too far gone towards his climax to stop it. One last deep thrust and the pressure was too much to resist, his cock trembled as he emptied his seed into her.

He lost track of time until he slipped out of her, her pussy having loosened up enough to allow him that freedom. His cock slipped from her with a wet pop, a trickle of cum following him and running down her leg. Mykal was still breathing heavily but the Professor didn't even seem to be phased or close to running out of steam. Certainly nothing had stopped her sucking off Alex before he did.

Clearly wanting to get a bit of action, he drew his cock out of her mouth, pulling her towards him and around in one smooth movement, his length quickly finding its way into her sopping pussy. She squeaked around him, a tremor wracking her body, her legs tensing and pushing her pussy back against Alex.

'Don't...keep a lady waiting.' She managed to pant, her voice heavy with her own need, dripping from her tongue like honey. That might have been all she could say, her body already in the grip of preorgasmic bliss. How much would it take to get her off? That was Mykal's silent question.

Using a slow, focused speed Mykal envied, Alex took hold of her hips and, with only a seconds hesitation for effect, tugged his cock out of her. From what he could see, she was trying to hang onto him, her hips bucking backwards. But Alex was too strong, holding her squirming hips practically still until only his head was still in her, repeating his earlier movement by hilting her again.

Which he wasn't going fast, his thrusts were clearly hitting the spot with the Professor. If her sighs of pleasure were anything to go by. Her hips rose in growing passion, seemingly having lost the control to try and follow Alex, almost mindlessly humping the air as if every movement would get her off. Something seemed to be holding her back.

She was watching his cock and Mykal needed no further invitation, having already gotten hard again faster than he could have imagined. he was already hard again. Her satisfied moan sent ripples down his shaft, her lips not stopping as she swallowed all of him. She was so tight and wet.

He had expected to hold out longer than he did, but the way she dipped her head, sucked and bobbed, her tongue coming into play all combined to bring him off quickly. He hardly had the time to prepare for it, the soft slurp of her lips locked around him a unavoidable reminder of what she was doing, bringing all the sensations home with arrows of pleasure that danced into his brain.

He was amazed she could keep up her steady rythym, feeling her body shaking with each thrust as Alex hilted her over and over. But she never stopped her focused attention on his cock. Quickly she swapped to running her tongue from his base to his tip, luxuriating in the dribble of pre this produced, lapping it up before repeating that movement.

He collapses back, watching Alex still fucking her in his lap, squeezing and caressing her breasts, one mound in each hand. Suddenly hit by a wave of heat, he couldn't resist the urge to toss of his clothes, throwing them around him with abandon, scooting his boxers down to his ankles and kicking them away leaving him naked and lying on his back gasping and groaning, aftershocks and warm tingles filling him. He soon notices something different, the feeling growing stronger, running up his legs. He didn't notice anything beyond that until it reached his waist, reaching for his cock and feeling something else, warm and wet between his legs.

He noticed his feet had become more delicate. That was not really holding his attention. His mind was still trying to process what he felt, while his body had other things in mind. While part of him was screaming this wasn't right, he couldn't pull his fingers away from his wet snatch. They were already coated in his freely flowing juices, heat and pleasure like he never felt dancing deep in his body. And still he couldn't stop stroking himself. With only a moment hesitation, his fingers penetrated himself slowly. He couldn't help moaning. Within seconds he was writhing on the end of his own fingers, his head tipped back so far he could almost see behind him.

Which meant he missed the best bit. Had he been looking, he would have seen the other changes in his body, especially his now very feminine chest. Had he looked he wouldn't have been able to ignore the first telltale signs of breasts rising up before him, unable to pull his eyes away from his growing attributes. But he could feel none of this, the way his arms became more slender, his waist narrower, his stomach flatter. Not to mention the rapid rate his hair was growing, falling around his delicate shoulders and face, leaving him with gorgeous shoulder length locks.

He couldn't even feel the hair tickling his shoulders or the fur that was starting to sprout from his feet, what had been a few hairs now a full fur coat covering his thighs and not showing any sign of stopping. Nothing mattered at that moment more than touching her new pussy, leaving her fingers buried as deep as they could. Even the shift in her thoughts about how she saw herself had slipped her by, her mind fully female with her body soon to follow.

Her cock had been completely forgotten about, almost lost under the thick fur that now covered her waist since it had shrunk to a fraction of its former glory. Her head peeked out from under that fur for a few seconds more before it was consumed too.

Her sandy fur had raced over her head, barely a second after her newly formed muzzle and horns had formed themselves, completing her transformation into a African wild dog/buffalo hybrid female. Not that she could think about such things right now, her mind too addled on pleasure to even think at all. The climax of her transformation came with a climax of her own, one that rushed through her with no warning, her paws rubbing furiously at her sex as her tail thrashed on the ground, echoing with her moans.

For the second time in as many minutes, she collapsed back, drained and exhausted from her orgasm but by no means satiated. Her arousal diminished but not gone, still simmering inside her, kept simmering by the continuing erotic show from across her.

She must have missed Alex's climax, because he was leaning back against one of the statues, his cock bobbing in and out of the Professors mouth, his softened shaft not stopping her from enjoying it, lapping and sucking at him enthusiastically. She must have been feeling the same heat that Mykal had, because she was practically tearing at her clothes, ripping her shirt from her body and tossing her bra away casually. Her skirt slipped down her legs and that just left her panties. Which she did rip away, the snap echoing around them both.

Her transformation seemed to be fuelled her own excitement, her legs still spread to allow her fingers access as she continued to suck Alex off. No longer content with just watching, she moved up behind her, letting his lips press against the top of her legs. Instantly the professors hand flew away from her sex, her hands clinging to Alex's hips for dear life.

Each time her lips brushed lower, Honeywell squirmed, her legs tensing and relaxing rhythmically. Trying her best to either follow the soft mouth or try to move her back against her dripping pussy.

Mykal was more paying attention to the growing coat of fur that had now consumed all of her legs and was now hastening its path up her body. With a grin she knew it would soon reach her breasts, but she would have time to enjoy that later. Reading the growing sway of her hips and her increasingly fevered moans, Mykal didn't stay away from her pussy for long. With a controlled pace that belied her own excitement she danced her mouth back up, grinning at the sexy swaying tail, the furry pom-pom dancing for her. She heard the moan, looking up to see her ears pop out, standing tall for a moment only to flop limply around her head.

Ears that shivered right from the first moment her rough tongue brushed over the professor's lips, tasting the cute pink wetness that peeked coyly from between her ebony fur, taking the time to go a little deeper, testing her reactions.

As much as she was enjoying licking her, the culmination of her desire, she couldn't ignore the other they was rising up within her, building to consume all her thoughts. As her mind moved away from thinking about pleasing the sexy bunny before her, she reacted in more physical ways. Without even looking up, Mykal knew Honeywell was moving with her, the pair of newly transformed women advancing with the same purpose; their eyes locked on Alex's cock, crawling slowly and inexorably towards him.

It was impossible for Alex to ignore this or not to divine their purpose, and he had if his nervous chuckle tinged with more than a little desire was any indication. 'Plenty of me to go around ladies.'

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Arc was now lying beneath Conrad, her sweet tongue working equally sweet magic on her pussy, dipping into her then retreating to place heated licks over her clit. Despite the tremors of soft pleasure washing through her, Arc was by no means idle. Even with the arousing sight of her cock bobbing before him, her pussy was where his attention was right now.

She might not have been going as deep as Conrad, instead relying on sweeping her tongue over her dripping slit, but the results were the same. With how her pussy was clenching with each lick, she was sure she couldn't have got inside her anyway. Didn't stop Conrad thrusting back against her, her hips rippling backwards insistently, rubbing her wetness over her muzzle.

'Oh fuck. Don't stop.' Conrad gasped, her sweet moans spiralling higher, stopping her fevered licking for just a second.

'You like that huh?' Arc grinned, her mouth leaning a little further forward to reach her clit, able to only touch it with the tip of her tongue. But that was enough, Conrad managing little more than a futile whimper, her hips rolling back as far she they could, straining to get closer to her tongue. Her own tongue lolling from her mouth, her breath coming in deep pants that echoed around them both.

'Seems like you are both enjoying yourselves.'

The voice that came out of nowhere heralded the arrival of the figure that stepped out of the shadows beside them, that angle giving both Arc and Conrad a chance to look over the towering Mare, her diaphanous gown shimmering around her and giving glimpses of her breasts and the mound of her pussy as she moved.

'Did I say you could stop?' The warm sensual voice suddenly dropped a little, taking on a hard edge that made both of the girls blush, their heads dipping at the same time.

That command resonated inside Arc and Conrad at the same time, neither of them having to think twice before they returned to the swollen cunny before them, bathing the other with increasing heated licks.

Arc shivered in naked desire, her pussy clenching for the first time. It might have been the way Conrad's tongue brushed deeper or that she knew she was being watched. Either way her legs shook and she was suddenly glad she was lying on her back. If she had been kneeling, she surely would have collapsed by now. How Conrad was still standing she had no idea. Then she stopped thinking, letting her tongue return to her sweet slit, tracing along the edges of her lips, lapping up the fresh moisture she tasted there.

She felt a fresh shudder from Conrad and suddenly her tongue was pulled away, the contact on her cunny stopping instantly, leaving Arc groaning half in need and half in frustration, her tongue pressing deeper into her lover.

'Did I say you could stop?' The mare said again, the edge in her voice harder this time, making Arc shudder even though it was not directed at her.

'But..this feel so good.' Conrad whined, her hips writhing softly. 'So good it's going to make me..'

'Don't you dare cum.' The mare snapped, striding towards Conrad and grabbing hold of her hair softly, tilting her to look deep into her eyes. Arc could only imagine the look in her eyes, but given the tight shudder than ran through Conrad, it wasn't a good one. 'Not yet anyway.'

'But..I..' Conrad whimpered.

'Oh you'll come.' The mare chuckled, her free hand running soothingly over her cheek. 'Only when I say so though. Coming too soon would be..unwise.'

Arc would have shared a look with Conrad if she could, those words making her tremble with a mix of excitement and fear that made her heart race a little faster. She hadn't dared to stop, but she had slowed down a little, retreating to only lick and kiss her lips, worried that she might take her too far and make her cum.

While she continued, she waited with growing trepidation for Conrad to start again, knowing this respite was only going to be temporary, and knowing that her body hadn't calmed down enough. Once she started licking her again, she would be in the same boat as her. She had almost going to cum when she had stopped, the lack of her tongue making her crave more.

Then that break was over, reversing her grip the mare thrust Conrad's head down towards her cunny with just one short word. 'Lick' she barked sharply.

Conrad showed no hesitation and it took all of Arc's control not to stop, her back arching as she thrust her hips up as high as they would go, mashing her lips against Conrad's tongue. She tried to focus on what she was doing, hoping it would distract her from what she was feeling. But it was a temporary measure at best. Her body was running away from her, building a reaction she couldn't hope to control or stop.

If she had a chance to breath it might have helped, but she couldn't not while she was licking over the cunny mashed to her face, having no choice to run her tip unceasingly over the snatch that rubbed and rocked on her fur, marking her with sweet feminine juices.

She was fighting with each lick, each one she feared would bring her off before she could even utter a single sound, her pulse pounding a hundred miles an hour. She brung her hips back, trapped in this cycle of pleasure that was sweeping away all the control she had.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it any more, she heard the word that she had been craving, the mares floating to them both as if from a long way away. 'Cum.'

Just one word and that was enough. Arc wasn't going to waste this chance and it seemed that Conrad was of the same mind, both of them quickly trying to outdo the other. Or at least bring the other off quickly. As her tongue licked and flicked furiously, part of Arc feared that might not be enough. What if she made Conrad come too quickly, before she had? Would the deer be told to stop and leave her unfulfilled, or worse would she be told to keep going while Arc was told not to come?

It might have been those thoughts that did what her lover's tongue could not. She barely heard her own moan as her hips thrust with the tightness that gripped her lover. No longer able to tell if she was coming, or which way was up or anything of the room around her. All those sensations were torn away by the strongest orgasm she had even had, pushing her so far over her edge she almost reached an other edge of pleasure on the other side.

The next thing she was able to detect was the same soft voice, echoing dreamily in her ears as she basked in the afterglow that left her lying drained on the floor, Conrad sprawled over her. 'Both of you are mine now.'

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To say that Alex was lost to pure pleasure would have been the understatement of the year, his cock being swapped rapidly from one wet mouth to another so quickly that he couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Being at the mercy of these two insatiable women was so unlike anything he had ever experienced or imagined, but he wouldn't trade this feeling for anything else right now.

His clothes had long been torn off, leaving him stark naked on the stone floor, his toes curling urgently with the tension in his body.

He couldn't tell who was sucking him right now, not with his eyes closed, idly sinking his fingers into soft fur and hair that did nothing to help tell them apart but sure held her onto his cock. If she, whichever one it was, minded being forcefully deep-throated, she didn't mind it, her head bobbing effortlessly along his shaft, making delicious slurping noises as she dragged up to his head not hesitating before she sucked him again.

It was so hard to predict what would happen. Not that he was trying too hard. He could only concentrate on the mouth wrapped around his cock, massaging all of his length so fantastically. Each stroke feeling like the first and last. Until she curled her tongue around him, wrapping around his head. Holding him still for a just a second, then resuming her sucking; bobbing and slurping, building up a rhythm he couldn't resist.

Her breath washed over him, her tongue caressing his head, licking tenderly and softly, then taking him back inside. All the way down her head creapt softly, holding steady after each movement then going again. He huffed and whined, pushing as deep into her as he could, trying to reach the climax that just seemed out of reach, trying to relax as much as he could.

All his efforts came to nothing, one gentle suck driving him over the edge he had been balancing on, throwing him right into his orgasm. He felt it all in slow motion, the sudden stiffening of his cock, the wave of pressure running right along him, drawn out for a minute that stretched into infinity before he shot the first of many loads of cum deep into her waiting mouth. Cum that she drank effortlessly, timing the soft bobs of her head so she was perfectly placed to drink down the next one, her mouth almost sucking his cum from him.

Only when he was drained did she pull off, his cock hyper aware of the cool air and the saliva drying on his length. Only for a second though. Without any time to rest, his mouth was far too quickly drawn back into a wet mouth again, his head wrapped in soft lips that suckled him maddening slowly, pulling tight and releasing on to contract again.

The sensations on his hyper sensitive cock were almost too much, the pressure almost bordering on pain, a mix of ecstasy and discomfort that left his head spinning. Only for a second though. Faster than he had ever dreamed possible, he could feel a second orgasm growing deep inside him.

His efforts to pull out proved futile, the two pairs of paws holding him right where he was, not letting up on his simultaneously exhausted and hyper aroused cock. He groaned, not sure if it was in pleasure or pleading or some mix of both. Whatever it was, it only seemed to spur them on.

What had been teasing now had built back up to full pleasure and amazingly he kept responding, her tongue driving him wild with fresh licks that left him squirming and gasping, his cock nothing more than a toy for his enjoyment.

Had he not been so overwhelmed by that, he might have felt other things. But the soft tingle in his toes was too small to notice compared to the constant sexual teasing of his cock. Thus he missed the start of his transformation. Visually it was something that couldn't be ignored, his feet growing as his toes shrank, forming powerful paws each hiding class that peeked a little from the tips of his toes. As powerful as his legs were becoming, the bunched and taut muscled unable to hide under the silky mottled fur dotted with brown spots that lovingly contrasted with the tan background. Still he could feel nothing of this, not even as the changes condumed his chest, his flat torso now sporting a rapidly growing pair of boobs which highlighted the rest of his new curves. His arms had become a little more slender, his fingers more delicate, matching his new feminine form. Already his head was taking on feminine qualities too, narrowing to an elegant beauty, his hair extending down his back and around his shoulders. But it was more the feline changed that dominated his face. Already he had the beginnings of a muzzle, his nose and lips already having formed the start of it.

Again, Alex might not have noticed any of this if Mykal hadn't chosen that moment to stop her oral attentions. Which let Alex come back to himself. Even under the glow of pre-orgasmic bliss, he couldn't ignore the fact that something felt different. What he saw as his eyes snapped open. 'What the..?' Alex muttered, his eyes sweeping over his changed body, drawn as much to his undeniably feminine form as his feline features.

Panic almost gripped him as his paws flew to his face, unable to process the change in his hands as he touched his muzzle, not believing what he was feeling. Sharp teeth brushed against his fingertips as did his wet nose, just for a second before his hands jumped higher, shock gripping him as he felt his new ears, the left still sporting his..her piercings; something that made all of this feel much more surreal.

Alex was unable to process this; he might just have been able to take his transformation into a feline. But coupled with being made into a woman, it was too much for him to take, his mind literally reeling, the world spinning around him, trying make sense of this.

He was able to ground himself enough to force his mouth to speak. 'What have you done to me?'

'You haven't seen anything yet.' Mykal giggled, her muzzle suddenly pressed between her legs. For a brief second Alex thought she was going to lick or suck her balls. Then her mind exploded in a wave of pleasure that stole her breath, suddenly touched in a place she could never imagine. While she never thought or spoke the word pussy, she instantly knew that was what she was feeling. Her new body having come with instincts she couldn't understand on a logical level but knew deeper than that.

'Feels good?' Honeywell purred.

'Yes, don't stop.' Alex panted, her voice little more than a needy feminine whine.

That was all she could manage, double pleasure suddenly turning her mind into a wall of brilliant white light. She hadn't been expecting Honeywell to engulf her cock again but that was just what she did, ever so slowly. Her mouth pulled tight, inching her way deeper and deeper, never relenting on that firm contact until she bottomed out around him.

Not moving she looked up at Alex teasingly, almost toying with him, driving him wild with fresh licks. Her mouth slide over him, her lips pulling up along his shaft. He squirmed inside her, panting deeply, his ears twitching with each stroke of her lips, the rocking of her hips reaching a fever pitch. She seemed to enjoy teasing him,running her tongue full along his length, bringing her lips back to where he wanted.

Once she had swallowed all of him, she seemed done with teasing. His cock slid in and out of her mouth smoothly, her lips never leaving him, drawing him deeper each time. Pulling tight around his head, massaging all of him so tightly. He arched his back, his legs straining. Thrusting deeper into her. She still took all of him, not even gagging.

Alex almost couldn't take it any more, the double pleasure of the sucking on her cock and the tongue filling and fucking her sopping pussy were too much, sending her screaming towards another orgasm that threatened and promised in equal measure to be the strongest one yet. One she knew she had no chance of containing or halting.

The power of his approaching orgasm hadn't dulled his other senses though, another new feeling racing through him, one he couldn't ignore. Her eyes went wide as her started to work out what was actually happening to her. Even if she hadn't been able to see it, she would have felt her cock starting to shrink. But she couldn't deny it looked smaller each time Honeywell lifted her head, like she was drawing something vital out of him. Gripped by a sudden panic, he tried to fight it. But it was too late for her to do anything about it. As fitted what was happening to her, it was a lick on her pussy that sent her over the edge, that pleasure racing to her cock anyway. She struggled but it was too late. Her cock was now too small to suck on, but this didn't stop the professor using her muzzle to kiss and suckle, his weak seed splashing over her lips, her balls now little more than an afterthought on her body, just for a second before they were sucked back inside her, drained and useless, leaving only her needy pussy on show and ready to be pleasured.

Something both girls were eager to take advantage off. Quickly they dived into her pussy licking feverishly, both tongues jostling to get deeper into her, spreading her legs wide and making her groan. Her paws pressed to their heads, no longer sure if she was trying to push them away or pull them closer as every inch of her pussy was bathed in warm, sweet attention, both tongues dancing around each other and over her lips.

This wasn't supposed to happen. That was the last clear thought in Alex's head, her resistance dropping away, like water running through his fingers. She couldn't deny this was what she wanted, neither her mind or body resisting it any more, giving herself over to it completely and wondering why she had resisted in the first place.

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Things had started off pretty normally for Marcus and Lucas after they left the rest of the group. Okay so they hadn't seen anyone yet. But the odds weren't good that they would. Not with the scope of things Marcus had been able to work out from the maze of passages he saw around them. The two of them walked briskly, thier feet kicking up clouds of dust and leaving a clear trail of footprints in thier wake. Something that reassured him.

'Well, this place sure is cheery.' Marcus said casually, or what he hoped was casually anyway. Not that he was scared but this place is pretty intimidating. He had been hoping to settle in slowly. This was far more like being chucked in at the deep end.

'I don't think cheery was what they were going for.' Was it his imagination or did he hear a little disquiet in Lucas' voice as well. Not that he would blame him. This couldn't have been any more what he expected than Marcus himself.

Silence reined for a few seconds, the pair continuing on, their feet kicking up small clouds from the accumulated dust on the floor, as well as leaving a clear trail of footprints behind them.

'Better than a trail of breadcrumbs.' Marcus nodded briefly to those footprints as he added a couple more to the growing line.

'If we keep going much longer, we might need some. Unless you brought some red twine with you.'

'What?' Marcus turned his head in time with that question, confusion obvious from his tone.

'You know. The Minotaur and The Labyrinth. Guy goes into a maze to kill the Minotaur at the centre. To find his way out again, he is given a red thread to tie to the entrance.'

'Oh, that.' Marcus replied. 'That Greek legend about Jason or someone right?'

Lucas shrugged. 'Wasn't it Hercules?'

'Does it really matter?' Marcus retorted casually. 'I'm just glad we can't get lost in here.'

'Me too.' Now a little worry did show on Lucas' face. 'I just hope that isn't what happened to the others.'

'Why should it have? Besides, no one has been down here in a long time. See, no footprints.' Marcus said, pointing ahead of him with one hand.

'Can't argue with that.' Lucas said, tapping his chin with his forefinger. 'Then, shouldn't we turn around? If they didn't come here, then we should try somewhere else.

Marcus was about to agree with that, the time he thought having carried them into the next room. He barely had time to look around or pick out even a few scant details when everything went crazy. It was like someone had thrown a switch, plunging the whole room into darkness. Even as he turned his head, he realised that wasn't right. It wasn't just this room. His first thought had been to turn and head back to the last room. And he would, if he could have seen the lights that lit the way. But they seemed to have flickered out too.

He was unable to stop a surge of panic gripping him, as it rose with a growing sense of disorientation. He was no longer sure which way was back, having lost all relative points of direction.

'Lucas. Are you there?' Marcus almost dreaded asking that question, fearful that he might be alone. His relief was almost tangible when he heard a voice reply from by his side.

'Yes. Are you?'

Marcus almost laughed. 'How could I ask that if I wasn't here.'

'Good point.' He could hear a soft, relieved laugh. 'So, what do we do?'

That was an even better point. But now that his shock was wearing off, Marcus was able to think a bit more clearly. 'Hang on. I've got my phone here. Give me a sec.'

'We can't call anyone. These walls must be six feet thick at least.' Lucas replied.

'That's not what I'm thinking.' Marcus said, his hand closing around the familiar weight in his pocket. 'I've got a torch app on here. So..'

'So we can actually see where we are going.' Lucas said, relief clear in his voice. 'Well, don't keep us waiting man. I want to...'

Marcus heard that pause, his head rasing quickly. 'Lucas? Lucas?' His voice echoed in the air around him, bouncing back to him and bringing with it the answer that he feared, which was none.

'Lucas, this isn't funny.' Marcus snarled, his hands shaking as he pulled out his phone. Just as he thought he heard a footstep. 'Seriously, buddy, you had better stop fuc..'

He never finished that sentence, cut off in mid curse as a hand rested on his shoulder, delicate fingers curling around him with the sharp contact of nails. It was the last thing he remembered.

Until he awoke that is, jerking back to consciousness with an explosive jerk of energy. It still took him a second to work out he was awake. For again all he could see around him was darkness. No, not darkness. He suddenly felt the shape over his eyes, the heavy cloth or whatever it was effectively blocking his sight. Robbed of that sense, he concentrated on others.

The sounds he heard answered little of his questions, all he could pick up being soft, short breathes that sounded very close. He turned his head, struggling to hear more and pin down the source of it as best he could. Not that he was able too before the blindfold was pulled away with a delicate yet sudden swiftness, leaving him blinking in the low torch light that surrounded him.

The flickering light was low, but not low enough to stop his eyes settling on Lucas, the other buff quarterback bound inches from him and bound between two pillars by heavy leather cuffs connected to the solid stone by equally sturdy bolts. More worryingly still he was naked. No, both of them were, naked as the day they were born, his shaft so close to Lucas' that they were almost touching.

Or would have been but for the hand closed around Lucas's impressive cock, rubbing and teasing his head. Astonishingly, it was not the hand performing the sexual act but the owner of it that attracted his attention.

Of course, it was her fur that first attracted his attention, purely the fact that she had fur, not just her markings. But it was to those that she looked second, the white stripes on black fur screaming skunk to him very clearly. Even if that didn't really make sense. He could tell it wasn't a costume, not with the glimpse of her breasts he got. The little hint of nipple peaking through her fur were too real not to be real. And her face, the expression of delight and concentration was to great more mask to reproduce.

Honestly he was just thinking logically here, something that Lucas seemed to be beyond. She wasn't moving her paw much, just stroking his head with delicate little movements but it seemed to be driving him wild. The thrust of her hips gave a clue to that, as did the way Lucas moaned and squirmed against her, his hips rising up just a little to let Marcus see the dildo buried deep in his ass, withdrawing only a little thanks to the harness that held it to the skunkettes waist.

He had been so caught up in the sight before him that he was caught completely by surprise when warm breath washed over his ear and neck. 'Enjoying the show?'

Marcus blushed, both because he had been, something to which his hard cock spoke volumes; and because of the feminine body he could now feel pressed against him, especially the hard length nestled against his back that he guessed what it was instantly.

'Wha..what is she doing to him?' Marcus panted, fighting to ignore his growing arousal.

'Just having a little fun. Probably a lot more than your friend if I'm honest, since he hasn't come yet.' The soft voice said with a warm chuckle.

Marcus took the meaning of that immediately. It was obvious that Lucas was very turned on, his hips starting to thrust with her paw. She must have been waiting for that for her hand danced away instantly, leaving him rubbing against the empty air, which wasn't enough to bring him off. He had to wonder how long he had been denied like this. Before he could ask that question, the mystery voice came again.

'She's very good at that. See how she works him? He hasn't come yet, you can count on that. But he's very close, isn't that right Megan?'

'Sure is.' the skunkette chuckled. 'I bet I can push him just a little closer though.' She was true to her word, her paw rolling around his head just slow enough to make him feel it, but not enough to help him finish. He squirmed anyway, doing what he could to try and push himself over the edge. 'See, got him right where I want him. Looks like yours is ready for a little fun too Samantha.'

Marcus didn't like the sound of that but he never got the chance to say anything. He squirmed instantly as she took him into her paw, running her closed paw lightly along his length, just brushing the base of his top but not raising fully up to it. Feeling his reaction, she laughed, placing a soft kiss on his check.

'Now, what about you? So tense.' She teased, grabbing his balls and squeezing him softly, rolling his nuts between her fingers. 'Just the way I like it.'

His only complaint came as a throaty moan that tingled down to his hips, thrusting him forward a little. As good as that felt, she seemed to be in no hurry, moving away to stand before him.

His eyes went wide. Not because she was more beautiful or striking than the skunk, even if her three tails did maybe make her seem a little more exotic. But because of what he saw between her legs. He didn't want to stare but he couldn't help it. What he had felt, what he had taken for another dildo was in fact a cock. There was no getting away from it. Her body was perfectly, gorgeously feminine and yet he couldn't deny the sight of the male organ jutting up from between her legs.

'Ohhh, I'm fucked.' He murmured.

'Not yet.' Samantha teased. 'We have a lot of fun to have first.'

Those words were spoken as she crossed towards him from the small distance she had made, her paw reaching for him again. He couldn't avoid her as she leaned in close, pressing her body to him while her paw stroked up and down along his length with a steady rhythm.

He was moaning from the first touch and it wasn't long before he felt the first pre-orgasmic ripples building in his cock. Part of him hoped he would come but the rest knew he wouldn't. She slowed, but didn't stop. Her paw pulled away and replaced by her fingers, her thumb rolling around his head, pressing and withdrawing as he squirmed. It was like she was reading his little reactions, knowing instinctively how close he was.

Then she stopped and he was forced to watch Lucas. Even that couldn't help him finish though. Lucas was pumping into her paw as she stroked him again, letting out a fevered groan as she stopped as abruptly, giving his balls a good hard tug. This obviously felt good because he bucked again, but he couldn't come. He clearly wanted to but was denied again. She smirked. 'Not yet, honey. Not yet.'

Marcus was panting deeply, his cock throbbing and twitching. He was just starting to work out exactly how screwed his was, that they both were. That almost distracted him from the hand that descended on his shaft again, jacking him off slowly. Curling up around his head and retreating. Each time she repeated that motion, more of his pre leaked form him. What had started as a small bead was now dripping down his shaft and coating her paw, making soft shclick noises.

'Time to pop your cherry.' Samantha winked, her head nudging against his ass.

'No.' Marcus struggled helplessly. Not that he could do anything.

Samantha's only response was a soft chuckle, seemingly taking great delight in taking him, inching deeper and deeper till all of her was shoved into his ass. She did it very slow and measured, taking each inch slowly, making him take all of her. He had never had anything inside his ass before, his hole clenching. Only making him tighter but not stopping her at all.

'You'll like this next bit.' Samatha chuckled again.

Marcus couldn't even ask what before he saw something that made his mouth drop open. Before his eyes Lucas started to transform, already his legs covered in a coat of unbroken ebony, dark as night and as soft as velvet. Already it had reached his waist as her nose starting to extend out, making her mumble something as she found it hard to speak. Her eyes still retained an human expression and depth. Her moan had already become more of a whiny. Her skin now smooth hair, his own hair growing, reaching down his back in a flowing mane.

It was away from her chest that he couldn't pull his eyes, her boobs already pushing out to form a sweet cleavage that became more pronounced with every second, especially when she leaned back. Sweet, round curves that stood out seductively from her form and over her flat stomach and nicely curvy hips, hips that flowed down his slender legs. Slender till they reached her feet anyway, where they flowed out to flared hooves, rising her up to an impressive height.

While he stared, Samantha moved away from him and stood behind Lucas, one paw running over her stomach. It might have been that touch that made her shift, revealing the cleft already forming between her legs, the next stage of her feminine transformation already having formed distinct labia, puffy and red with desire. He only caught the briefest glimpse of that before her balls started to shrink, almost literally pulling up into her body as if they had never been there. Now nothing could hide the pussy lips, nor the wet folds they kept within, a tiny drop of moisture clinging to her labia almost teasingly.

Her arousal might have been slight but Macus was not being so reserved. His cock strained, a thin skein of pre rolling from his tip, adding to the pool growing on the floor before him. Unable to stop him reacting to the erotic sight before him, wanting, needing some touch on his cock, to be able to touch himself to his satisfaction. Or better yet to have someone else do it. He would have given anything to be in Lucas' position right now.

Not at least because his moans were reaching up to the roof, the rocking of his hips speaking to the urgency of his own need, either pressing back against the cock that rubbed against her new pussy or the mouth that hovered over his cock.

He couldn't see but he could tell when Samantha entered him. Her reaction was hard to ignore. All of her body went tense and the air was driven from her lungs in a long and low moan, her pussy plundered for the first time. He literally strained against his bonds, tugging his wrists down as much as he could, that same tension gripping his legs.

If Lucas could have moved she would have, would have already been rocking her hips against the cock filling her pussy. But the best she could manage was a little jump, her hips thrust forward as Samantha filled her again.

Megan might have been waiting for the moment. As she moved, the skunkette slipped her mouth tight around her cock, taking her length easily. Had she been sporting a horse cock that might not have been possible, but that was one area her transformation seemed to have ignored.

Megan didn't seem to mind though. She had her lips wrapped tight around his shaft, sucking on his length eagerly. She groaned each time the skunk reached her head, she tightened her grip a little. She must have been giving an amazing blowjob. He was amazed that she hadn't come yet. She had no way to know they were working in unison.

Marcus let out a groan of his own, rocking his hips in his own need, as futile as that was. He could only watch in his growing lust, unable to do anything but that really, now hyper aware of the cuffs that held his wrists. What he would do without them, without them he would have already joined in the orgy or tried his best too. But there was nothing he could have done. He craved getting what she was receiving, his cock aching. He watched as she teased his head, then sank down again. Bobbing very quickly over him but not drawing up. His cock jumped, responding to the erotic display before him, twitching almost with a mind of its own. So there he stood, spread eagled and squirming, his chest rising and falling with each needy pant. It was those pants that drew their attention back to him, both girls sharing a look before turning to look at him without stopping their sensual intentions.

'Enjoying the show?' Samantha smirked, not even breathing heavily as shi ploughed hir captive mare, tugging on her hair to kiss the side of her neck, making her hiss in pleasure. 'You'll get your turn soon enough. But you haven't seen the best bit yet.'

He wasn't sure he liked the sound of that one little bit. He had already seen how these two liked to be in control. What if they had something more extreme in mind. He couldn't help the image of whips and other painful things rising in his mind. That certainly didn't sound like a best bit to him, not at all.

Megan had redoubled her oral efforts while he had been thinking, her muzzle pressed right close to Lucas's feminine centre, the soft sucking sounds now absent. But they had been replaced with more urgent moans, so she still had to be doing something that felt good. And that couldn't just come from the finger that was now buried in her pussy, rocking in and out softly, all the way up to the knuckle. Rubbing along her walls and undoubtably Samantha's cock too.

He could only imagine how that felt. Lucas seemed to be getting off on it though, given the way he was rocking against her, doing all she could to take that finger as deep as she could.

Marcus couldn't help wonder why she wasn't pulling up, wasn't moving. He saw why as she did move her head, saw his cock that was now little more than a clit. And she was suckling more than sucking, putting her tongue to good use, rubbing her clit with just the tip, a strand of girl cum clinging to her, just a fraction of what covered her pussy. She only paused for a second, just a second. Then a soft kiss that she leant into slowly, drawing her lips tight. Didn't stop her pleasuring him. She arched her back instantly, her legs bucking forwards, her tongue only just brushed her sex, running right down the middle with just enough pressure, parting her lips to gain access to the softer folds within.

Time seemed to slow, hanging there for one long second. Then that moment was shattered, Lucas howling at the top of her voice, her once proud cock now managing barely a spurt of cum that was washed away by the flood of liquid from her pussy, most likely her arousal than Samantha's cream, more and more of it pouring down her legs.

Marcus was right on the edge as the two girls pulled away from the spent mare, leaving her hanging exhausted and contented in her bonds, walking up to either side of her, paws resting on her hips, whispering the words that sealed her fate.

'Now it's your turn.'

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The Goddess couldn't keep a satisfied smirk from crossing her face, her eyes resting on her new harem as they lounged around her, resting in pairs or threes, naked fur wrapped in each other's arms, a soft intimacy that counter-parted the sensual delights that were to come. Even under her lust, she felt a swell of happiness, of contentment that came from not being alone any more. As if all the ages she had dwelt here formless and weakened had never happened, her new supplicants and disciples filling a void in her heart she had nursed for too long. Sitting here now in her inner sanctum she made a vow that that would never happen again, that she would never be alone again. This was a new age, one that she would throw herself into and rule as she had in ages past. And of her rein, their would be no end.

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Marcus had tried to fight his transformation but he couldn't. He couldn't tell what triggered it, it might have been Samantha resting her paw on his chest, her only slightly softened cock nearly touching him, covered in a mix of female and male desire that left his head spinning. Part of him had been expecting it, seeing what happened to Lucas making him in no doubt about his fate. Knowing to didn't mean he could avoid it though.

It started so subtly that he barely noticed the soft tickle that signified the first touch of her new coat. Not black as Lucas' had been, but a light, almost sandy brown. At first at least. But soon that soft colour was mixed with splodges of both a deeper, richer brown and creamy white; the first running down both legs; the second covering her chest and up to her arms.

Her chest that was undergoing the same change, she seemed to be undergoing the same changes. Unable to believe what she was seeing, her chest no longer flat but impressively curved and growing with every second. Had he been wearing clothes he was sure they would have ripped by now.

That thought sounded wrong in his head though. Her head. Her. That was the right word. No more could she stop the changes in her mind than the transformation running unchecked over her body, her legs now undeniably equine. The chains hung loosely around her wrists, the change in her height taking off some of the slack, pushing her up so she stood a good foot taller. Impressive might have been a good word.

But not as impressive as her mane that had swept away all of her hair, now leaving a pure white locks in their place, flowing around her shoulders and running down her back, almost meeting with her new tail barely finished sprouting from just above the base of her spine and already swishing in the air.

Her hooves stamped in frustrated desire, the throbbing of her cock pushed away by the growing wetness between her legs, her pussy already fully formed and pressed urgently against her sack. The sensations had been too much for her to track everything that had happened to her but she couldn't ignore the results or deny that she liked them. It was totally out of her experience, a virgin experience yet one that felt so right at the same time, like this was how she was always meant to be.

She looked up to see Lucas being released from his bonds, swallowing softly as the three females made to surround her, hands and paws running over her body in a pattern she couldn't hope to follow. Each time she thought she felt a touch it was whisked away before she could react to it. She was sure she felt a finger run over her pussy but that too was gone far too quickly for her to even be sure she had felt it. It could have been that she just wanted to feel it.

There was no denying the touch on her ass though. She jumped as the flared head brushed against her tight hole, feeling the wetness being rubbed into her. Even that couldn't be focused on long as Megan took up a position in front of her, almost mimicking her actions by having her head tease her pussy. She needed no lube, her lips were already wet and begging for a cock inside her.

She pleaded with her soft breath, her chest heaving with each needy gasp, unable to form words at that moment, her arousal too strong. At the same time wishing her body wasn't betraying her and wanting them inside her. That first thought didn't last long though.

Looking back, Marcus couldn't say which one of them penetrated her first. It might have been both of them at the same time, the sensations of a cock inside her drove her mind back into a frenzy of lust that swept away everything else.

She tried to gyrate her hips back as hard as she could. It was all she could do to hang on, her tight pink tunnel stuffed with Herm cock, tugging tighter around her with each thrust. Her desire had long since taken her over, washing away any other thoughts. Each thrust forward was followed barely a second later by her hips thrusting backwards, moving to meet the cock buried in her tight ass. And joined by tight lipped moans.

Her next moan was much more throaty and deep, caught of guard suddenly. Unnoticed by her, Lucas had moved closer, sliding up alongside Megan allowing her to reach for Marcus' until now ignored cock. But not ignored much longer.

There was no teasing here. She might have been new to sucking cock, but she took to it like she had been doing it for years. Not even gagging in the slightest as she took her inch by inch, sliding down until she had all of her buried in her mouth.

She waited just for a second before drawing back, letting her tongue drag over her head as she nearly pulled back.

That wasn't the only attention she was getting from tongue. Megan had possibly quite purposefully taken that moment to suck and kiss her nipples, wrapping her tongue around the stiff little button quickly.

Marcus responded. Her whole body moved, writhing and gyrating for all she could under this concentrated sexual barrage, her muscles contracting and relaxing with each stroke or thrust or lick. Her body rose up,then slipped down, taking both cocks deeper than she had ever imagined she could or would.

That was too much. It was like a switch had been thrown inside her, her long awaited orgasm striking with the force of a hurricane. She had no choice but to ride it out, her pussy gushing hot liquid that drowned the eruption from her now drained cock.

She was distractedly aware of it shrinking but now she could do nothing about it as Lucas guided along the same final transformation she herself had just experienced. How small her cock now was, she couldn't tell. But given how quickly Lucas was bobbing her head, not very big at all. She could just about feel the tight lips run over her head and then she was cumming again. Caught of guard she didn't even have time to scream, her reaction much more primal, her head snapping back to the ceiling as pleasure gushed through her with a wicked thrill.

Now it was her turn to hang panting from the ceiling, her whole body feeling like jelly, her legs useless as rubber bands. Didn't stop her reacting as Samantha kissed her neck.

'We've only just begun sweetie.'

Her body rose up then slipped down. That was too much, the cock that pressed deeper filling her with an orgasm that sweapt her away, her pussy pumping out a gush of hot liquid as much as she could feel it entering her. She exploded over her lover, her scream rasing the roof, one orgasm building to two. Filled with so much cum it poured down her legs and over her thighs. Pounded to her very limit, as she could do was hang on and ride it out until her pleasure claimed her, blackness filling her head as she slumped down exhausted and completely drained.

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The room around the Goddess was filled with the sweet smell of sex and high pitched squeaks and moans that spoke to nothing but pure pleasure. Especially from the mare seated in her lap, Lucas bouncing on her cock that was driven for the hundredth time (or so it felt to her) deep into her pussy, rubbing right at the limits of her tunnel, thick creamy cum pooling around her hips as she moaned in utter delight.

And she wasn't the only one experiencing that, oh no. The whole room was pretty much an orgy. Someone watching wouldn't have known where to look first; from Mykal and Alex curled up in a 69, legs locked around the others head to drive her tongue as deep as it could go to Marcus bound and helpless with his body covered in a sheen of sweat as Honeywell and Samantha teased him to a frenzy of desire that he couldn't escape to Megan fucking Arc while Conrad ate her out. Even to Haylee and Kayo who, while taking a more relaxed attitude while cuddled in each other's arms, would soon be joining in the fun very soon.

For these were her new slaves, her new harem brought together for the first time. And she meant to enjoy them all many times before the day was out, taking all of them in all the different ways she could imagine. None of them knew it but they were in for a very interesting day.

Well, that took me longer than I thought. For my first YCH piece this might have been a little ambitious. I'm not going to deny that there were sticking points, mostly in my head, but I got around them and turned out something I'm pretty happy with so that can't be a bad thing can it? On the whole, it was a lot of fun though.

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