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L’Oro’s Arrival

Written by: TiranMaster

Featuring the character of: @Carnigelatex

Mark had definitely drawn the short straw, the rest of the officers hung back, staring at him expectantly as he stared down the front tunnel of the strange new pyramid that had appeared in the middle of the city square. There were plenty of civilians were were pointing their cameras and recording, taking pictures, and some were probably in the process of streaming. “I do not get paid enough for this...” he grumbled, starting towards the pyramid at a glacial pace. He was well aware that something was very wrong, after all, there had most definitely not been a pyramid there the day before.

“Go on,” one of the other officers shouted, “get your ass in gear, we don’t have all day!”

Shooting a nasty glare over his shoulder, Mark considered flipping him off... and remembered they were being recorded. Instead, Mark took a deep calming breath, plucked his flashlight off of his belt, and walked in. The immediate thing he noticed was how much cooler the interior of the pyramid was than outside of it, and along with that the scent of something heavy was looming in the air. Mark sniffed several times, cocking his head as he tried to place the smell. It almost smelled like... “Rubber?” he mumbled, the scent was so cloying that it made it hard to breathe.

“[i]You good in there, Brave?[/i]” His captain’s voice came over the walkie talkie, apparently now that he was actually in they gave some sort of a shit about him.

“Yeah, I’m fine, sir,” Mark said, hitting the button to talk back as he slowly pivoted the flashlight back and forth, trying to see anything hiding in the dark. “So far, nothing, just smells like a tire factory in here.”

“[i]What?[/i]”

“It reeks of rubber,” Mark replied, crinkling up his nose as he continued in deeper, the smell growing stronger with each step. The walls bore some rough approximation of hieroglyphics, many of them depicting a massive jackal, his chest marked with an ankh. “Whatever dropped this thing here, they apparently love jackals,” Mark said wryly.

“[i]Focus up, Brave, get your ass in gear. The mayor is breathing down my neck, he wants this situation under control ASAP.[/i]” The captain’s voice was clipped with annoyance, and Mark swore in the background he could hear laughter from the other officers.

“You’re the one who asked for a report,” Mark grumbled, shaking his head as he hit the button again. “Right sir, on it.” With that, he focused on the hallway ahead, flicking his light from side to side, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone or anything.

The man’s boot stepped onto a stone, and it sunk into the ground, Mark’s eyes opening wide as he let out a shocked shout. For a brief moment the officer was certain he was about to be shot full of arrows, but instead as the pressure plate sunk in all of the torches in the hallway burst into light. Flinching at the sudden light, Mark rubbed his eyes as a voice filled the hallway, booming and menacing. “[b] Welcome, officer. I’m so glad you finally entered. [/b]”

“Who’s there?!” Mark shouted, still blinking away the stars as he regained his orientation, putting his flashlight away as he glanced around to seek out the source of the voice. “Are you the one who built this pyramid?”

“[b] Indeed, officer. You may call me L’Oro, or perhaps even ‘Pharoah’, whatever strikes your fancy. [/b]” The owner of the voice sounded amused, while Mark found himself getting annoyed as he couldn’t spot any sort of cameras that might be hidden away.

“Well I’m sorry to say, ‘L’Oro’, but you’re gonna have to move this pyramid, right now. I dunno how you got it here in the first place, but I’m rather certain you don’t have a permit to have it here.” It was a bit lame, Mark could admit that, but he tried to keep on a confident air as he waited for the “Pharaoh's” response.

There was a chuckle, one that seemed to vibrate the stone under Mark’s feet, causing the man to panic for a moment as he nearly lost his balance. “[b] So cute, a puppy coming to bark at something so much greater than him. Please, Mark Brave, come deeper into my temple. I have a surprise waiting just for you. [/b]” Just like that, the presence seemed to fade, and though Mark shouted a few times for L’Oro, he received nothing but the echoing of his own voice.

Reaching up, Mark hit his walkie talkie, already starting forward once more. “Captain, I got in contact with the person who set up the temple, he calls himself L’Oro, I’m currently en route deeper into this place. I think it’d be a good idea to start sending more officers in.” He released the button, waiting for a reply... but nothing did, there was just silence. “Captain, requesting back up, please respond.”

For a moment there was nothing, and then his walkie talkie squawked to life, but it wasn’t his captain’s voice, but instead it was the sound of a dog barking. The sound surprised Mark so much that he jumped in surprise, staring down at his walkie talkie in confusion. The device suddenly turned to solid gold, and all noise stopped. “What... the...?” Mark breathed, reaching down and touching the machine, but all he felt was the cold gold.

Something was very wrong, and so Mark did the reasonable thing and turned to leave. Behind him was a stone wall blocking the way he’d just come from, and Mark’s heart started to pound much harder as he walked over it. Setting his hand on the stone, for a moment he hoped that it might be fake... but no, the wall was solid, real, and very much not moving. “[b] No leaving without permission, puppy. [/b”

L’Oro’s voice was so loud Mark swore he was right behind the officer, so he swung his hand around as he twisted about. The officer’s hand flew through open space though, and L’Oro’s laughter hung in the air as it faded once more. “I should’ve called in sick,” Mark groaned, rubbing his eyes before setting forth again, realizing that he had no choice.

The hallways continued on, the walls covered in imagery of the same jackal, him posing in several different ways, and now Mark recognized that in the image his eyes had some sort of spiral pattern to them. Whenever he slowed down and focused on those eyes for too long, he found his mind becoming sluggish. The officer had to pull himself away though, his thoughts muddled after staring for too long, but he knew he had to get to the end of the tunnel. He was too focused on his goal to notice that he’d gotten hard, his underwear suddenly painfully hard as he made his way forward.

At the end of the tunnel, a pair of huge doors sat, each of them marked with a large eye, spirals shifting out from the central pupils. Mark dropped his eyes to the floor immediately, knowing that it would be a bad idea to stare at those for too long. He walked forward, and pushing his weight against the doors, managed to slowly open them up to reveal the room beyond.

Though rationally it made absolutely no sense, Mark himself wasn’t all that shocked to see that L’Oro was a jackal, huge, powerful, and covered in a golden suit that hugged his muscled frame. He leaned back in his throne, leaning on one hand, smiling menacingly as the human made his way into the jackal’s throne room. Nothing at this point made any sense, the temple’s quiet arrival was impossible, the fact that there was an anthropomorphic jackal was impossible, and the temple’s interior was just as impossible. All of that being true, Mark couldn’t turn back at that point, he had a job to do, and that was to stop the jackal from causing any more trouble. “L’Oro,” Mark said, stepping before the jackal. “You need to move this temple, as I said before. You either leave, or I will place you under arrest.”

The jackal started to laugh, starting rather soft, and then growing into a belly laugh that bounced off of the torchlit walls, his mouth flying wide open to reveal his sharp canines. For several seconds he laughed like that, leaning hard on the arm of his throne in his jubilation. Mark could’ve rushed the jackal, he should have, but for some reason his feet kept him standing right there. “[b] My goodness, officer Brave, you should have been a comedian. You really think you’re in any position to stop me now? [/b]” the jackal asked, wiping a tear away from his eye as he looked at the relatively small human.

Just as in all of the images of him, L’Oro’s eyes were a spiral of black and gold, ungulating in an entrancing pattern. Mark kept his eyes focused on the end of the jackal’s nose instead, also a gleaming gold, it seemed like the strange creature was made of the stuff. “I’m here to do my job, and that means getting this thing out of my city.”

“[b] Oh, such a loud little puppy. I have to say, your bark is quite good, but I think your bite is lacking ,[/b]” the pharaoh mused, leaning back as he smirked down at the human. “[b] Why don’t I fix that? [/b]”

The jackal lifted his hand, and from the floor all around Mark a fountain of black and gold rubber flew out of every crack and eddie beneath the human. Mark shouted in shock and surprise as the rubber slammed into him, an endless stream of it building up and surrounding the human. The officer thrashed and tried to climb out, but the liquid built itself up like a cage, coming down slowly around him. Through a remaining gap in the rubber, L’Oro smirked at the human, leaning forward to meet Mark’s eyes. “[b] Enjoy, little puppy. [/b]”

Mark could only snatch up another gasp of air before the rubber slammed down on him like a wave, his legs being knocked out beneath him as he felt himself being buried under an ocean of the stuff. All he could see was glimpses of gold amongst the black, it hammered into him, seeming to slam against him again and again. His uniform was taking the brunt of the damage, being shredded and ripped off of his body by the living liquid. Trying to keep his lips pinned tight together, Mark tried to shut his eyes, but it seemed too late at that point as he’d already had them open when the rubber first hit him.

The rubber seemed to clench around him, picking his body up and shaking it about, tightening on him, seeming to cover every single inch of his body. The rubber itself was starting to merge with him ,twisting his body, playing with it. Plain human flesh started to ripple and change color as the rubber brushed against the tender skin, a sheen of black rubber starting to take the place of his original skin. The sensations were strange, it didn’t hurt, but Mark could feel himself being altered, his body feeling increasingly strange by the moment. He knew his body, he’d had it for nearly thirty years after all, but with every passing second it felt more alien.

The human’s body was being suffused with the rubber, skin and tissue becoming malleable and springy, the organs underneath being transformed into more rubber. Every inch of Mark was becoming something that L’Oro could play with, and the jackal’s expression grew ever more eager with every passing second. For several minutes Mark’s body was submerged in pure rubber, at some point the officer could no longer hold his breath... but by that point, breathing was no longer something he had to do. His mouth flew open, but as the rubber entered into him, he felt strange. The rubber on the outside felt almost... welcome, like his body needed it.

Finally, much of the rubber sunk back into the floor, until there was a form left laying on the ground. Mark’s body was... vague, liquidy, his movements strange as he tried to gather himself up. He could see still, though it was strange, it didn’t feel like he had any real eyes any more. Glancing at himself, he saw a pulsating form of gold and black, the same colors as the rubber. Smell was... non-existent, and even hearing felt strange. He sensed L’Oro’s presence more than immediately seeing him, everything was odd, and he couldn’t even speak. “[b]Wonderful, you’re now the perfect consistently for me to remold you[/b].” The jackal towered over him, a staff in paw, his rubber golden suit showing off his large manhood in great detail, something that Mark hadn’t noticed before.

Mark felt panicked, he wanted to fight back... but when he could barely control his new body, it made for a very weak show of him splashing about. “N... no...” were the only words that managed to bubble out, they were weak, and barely sounded like his voice.

“[b] Do not worry, little puppy. You will be so much greater. [/b]” L’Oro gestured with his hand, and the glob of rubber goo that Mark was suddenly spasming before falling under the jackal’s control. It was like he was suddenly a puppet in the jackal’s grasp, his entire body condensing into a large ball, tightening up until it was floating in front of L’Oro, an orb. The jackal smirked, glancing it over, appreciating the undulating orb of black and gold. “[b] First of all, a gift from me to you [/b],” he said, and then he shoved his hand right into the center of the orb.

The being that was Mark suddenly felt something alien being shoved into him, and his entire existence felt as if it shattered. An infection spread out through his new rubber form, one that was made of pure golden light, and that infection was L’Oro. The rubber twisted and writhed for a few moments before becoming completely still, the jackal pharaoh withdrawing his hand moments later with a confident smile. He’d left a piece of his essence within, and he could already feel the mortal’s mind being twisted and rewritten by his energy. “[b] Perfect, now, to the other business. [/b]”

Stepping back, L’Oro already had an image in mind for his new pet, and so he set his mind forth to the task, and the rubber ball obeyed his every whim. The black and gold rubber exploded into motion, reforming itself into an ever expanding creature. More rubber seeped up from under the stones to add itself to the new changing beast, giving him more substance. L’Oro watched as the rubber ball started to form into an enlarged anthropomorphic body.

First the new rubber creature’s feet formed, large digitigrade feet that splayed as golden claws emerged and clawed into the stone beneath. The legs were strong, stronger than the human had before, toned with muscle that L’Oro found enticing. Several golden markings formed on the front of the legs, turning into a pair of ankhs on the front of both of the thighs, gleaming and glowing as L’Oro’s own did. A large package formed next, though it was quite impressive, L’Oro made sure to bundle that into a large bulge moments later, after all he didn’t want his pet to have too much fun just yet.

Huge ass cheeks bounced and gleamed as they formed, perfect for L’Oro to run his finger up through, and he did so with a lewd smirk. Above the perfect cheeks, a tail sprouted and grew, slowly lowering itself over its master’s hand as the jackal withdrew his hand. Abs, pecs, perfect of course for his temple’s new guardian. Upon the creature’s chest, an ankh formed there as well, not as grand or as large as L’Oro’s own, but a reminder of who he belonged to. Arms sprouted and flexed, showing off the powerful musculature of the beast as he flexed and a growl started to echo from his chest.

Finally, a canine face sprouted, eyes a spiraling mix of gold and black as the new canine creature fully formed for the first time. His mouth opened up revealing golden saliva that dripped to the ground below, just as rubber as the rest of him. “[b] Master ,[/b]” was the first word he spoke, dropping to his knee as he prostrated himself before his new liege. “[b] How may this weak puppy obey you, Golden Pharaoh? [/b]” His voice was a deep rasp, every word echoing in his chest as a growl.

L’Oro grinned, gesturing for his new pet to rise, and so the guardian did, his ears flicking as he stood before his Pharoah once more. He wasn’t quite as tall as the jackal, nor was he as strong, but he was more than any human could ever hope to be. “[b] My pet, other intruders are going to enter into my temple soon. See to them, make sure that they understand their new place in my world [/b].”

The dog bowed, his bulge squeaking as it clearly wrestled with the guardian’s arousal at being commanded by L’Oro. “[b] As you wish, my Pharoah. [/b]” With that, he turned around and ran into the tunnel, the rest of the pyramid already in the process of reorganizing itself. As L’Oro sat himself back upon his throne, he grinned wide as he looked through his new pet’s eyes. He would watch as all of the other officers fell as Officer Brave had, and soon they would all be his personal playthings.