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[b][u][center]Royal Possessions

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

When her brother, Walpa, had mentioned rebellion against the Mayan ‘gods,’ Tangni had been eager to join. Everything he said had inspired her to take up arms against their conquerors, to fight until they were thrown down. Walpa had seemed…inspired, almost possessed by their own god, Dawan, and it seemed only right to follow where he led.

Now, with her hands tied behind her back and her brother likewise bound at her side, she wondered how this had ever seemed like a good idea.

[i]Invading the temple, trying to assassinate these creatures…how did he think this would work? They might not be Dawan, but they might as well be gods,[/i] she thought as she panted for breath, her heart racing a mile a minute. She shifted back and forth, the old stones no longer so comfortable as they had once been beneath her. Not with [i]them[/i] looking down on her.

Tangni didn’t dare look up past the base of the raised altar, but she could still see the dark fur that marked the ‘feet’ of their conquerors. The felines proclaimed themselves as gods, and with all their power, they might well be. No warrior of the Awisba stood a chance against her brother with knife or fist, but the beasts had defeated him with ease. A single blow from the male had knocked him across the room, and his knife had been shattered with a flick of the female’s finger.

And now, they were talking to each other, whispering in a language that she didn’t understand. No doubt sentencing her and her brother to some horrible fate.

“They’re going to kill us. This is all your fault. This is all your fault!”

“Quiet, Tangni! This isn’t over.”

“It was over before it started! Your plan couldn’t work. Not against them.”

“Quiet. At least keep your pride.”

“Pride? Pride?! We’re going to –”

“Silence!”

He shoved her, almost knocking her down. She caught herself against the stairs to the altar, shivering despite everything. She didn’t want to die. She’d do anything, anything to avoid it.

She realized that the talking had stopped, and slowly looked up.

The two felines – one almost pure black, save for the white spot on his chest, and the other lighter, spotted along her body and lighter along her chest and belly – looked down at them. The female sat on the altar of Dawan as if it was her throne, while the other loomed over them, his hands on his hips like some proud warrior. He smiled as he talked.

“My mother and I have come to a decision about the pair of you.”

“Mother?”

Walpa spat on the ground, much to Tangni’s horror.

“No creature but a demon would have created you. You are no gods. Nothing but evil spirits you be!”

“Are you insulting my mother, Xu’maneem, queen and goddess?”

“Insult? I would kill her, and you, if I could!”

“Please, brother –”

“Silence! If you won’t speak with courage, then don’t speak at all!”

Whimpering, she lowered her head. With everything she had, she tried to convey that her brother’s thoughts and words weren’t her own. Perhaps, perhaps she might live through this. After all, she hadn’t carried the knife. She’d only brought the torch, and she hadn’t used it. She had frozen in fear as soon as they were spotted, unable to even think from the terror the felines had invoked.

As she kept her head bowed, she heard the soft clicks of claws on stone, and knew that the male was walking closer. She felt the passage of air as his paw stepped so near her head, but the claws did not touch her. Instead, he walked by, and soon she heard the coughing, sputtering sounds of someone who had just been grabbed by the throat.

“You don’t speak to one of your followers, rebel. You speak to a god.”

“Only…one god…”

“Heh, is that what you think? Pathetic.”

CRACK!

Tangni yelped as her brother came crashing down on the stairs beside her, his head slamming into the stone hard. She resisted the urge to reach for him, even as he started bleeding from his forehead, his eyes glazing over.

The male grabbed Walpa by the back of the head, lifting him up enough to make him stare at her. She shivered as the cat’s mismatched eyes looked at her, as well.

“Your sister has the right idea. Quiet, fearful, and servile. Just what is required of humans before their gods. Isn’t that right, woman?”

“Y-yes, great one.”

“Heh, that’s good.”

The female suddenly interrupted, mewling out soft words that meant nothing to her. Her ‘son’ turned, talking in the same language, almost like they were arguing. Whatever he said, however, Xu’maneem seemed to have the final word, and he let go of her brother’s head. Walpa barely seemed to have the strength to catch himself from hitting the stone again as the feline walked around them.

“My mother reminds me of just what your punishment is to be.”

“P-please, great one, be merciful. I just…I was just trying to help my brother.”

“And you’ll help him again. We wish…a show.” The panther smiled at her, and she felt a strange blush rising up through her. “Kiss him.”

Without question, she turned her head to her brother, and leaned forward. Tangni kissed his wound without question, and dabbed at it with the edge of her shirt. She’d barely cleaned the blood away before the feline chuffed, and she realized he was laughing.

“Not like that, woman. [i]Kiss[/i] him as you would your lover.”

She froze, slowly turning towards the black-furred god. He stood with his hands across his chest, and she realized he was serious. She looked down at Walpa again, seeing that he was slowly coming to his senses, and knew that he would never forgive her for the shame that she could bring upon him.

But she could never forgive herself if she let his pride kill her.

Red-faced, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his. The blow had weakened him enough to leave him pinned to the ground, and so she straddled his chest, holding him down as she kissed him. The air filled with the sound of soft purring, which she did her best to ignore as she pressed herself against her brother.

[i]This is just to survive, just to survive, just to survive,[/i] Tangni kept telling herself, trying to ignore the squirms that came from beneath as her brother started to wake up and realize what was going on around him. Even as he pushed against her shoulders, trying to get her off of his chest, she kept pinning him down. Her kiss deepened, her mouth opening slightly.

“Good, good,” the male said. “Now…remove his clothes, and your own.”

The shame kept mounting, but she was free, now. Claws shredded the ropes that held her wrists together, as well as her ankles. Tangni felt a burst of guilt, but she was too scared to disobey. Her heart racing, she leaned down, tugging at the knots holding his clothes on. Walpa fought her, but his hands were weak, his grip unsure.

“Tangni…don’t…”

“I don’t want to die!”

“I won’t let you – mmph – shame me!”

“Human, your shame is already obvious.”

Tangni had to agree, much as she didn’t want to. As she pulled down her brother’s leggings, his loincloth was already tented. The dark shaft beneath pushed it up enough to reveal his balls, and she shivered as she realized her kiss had done that to him.

A furred hand grabbed her by the back of her neck, shoving her down into her brother’s crotch. The stench of sweat and musk flooded her nose, and she whimpered.

“Don’t stop, woman. Your gods want a show, and you’ll give it to us.”

“Yes, great one.”

“Don’t you dare! You can’t! This is against –”

She shut out her brother’s words. Walpa’s speeches had gotten them into this mess. Dawan would not care about this. They were only trying to live, and if Dawan did disapprove…well, he hadn’t saved them from the cats, so she doubted he could punish them for obeying.

She stripped herself and her brother completely, leaving herself completely naked. This hadn’t happened between them for years, not since her breasts had grown in, and she shivered as he looked at her. The thought that he was still hard, the fact that he stared despite himself, shamed her as much as it did him. At the same time, she didn’t hesitate to straddle his bound body, grinding the space between her legs against his throbbing cock.

Even as he complained, she looked past him towards the gods on the altar. The female leaned back, one hand lazily stroking between her legs, while the male looked down with a toothy grin, his eyes locked on her sex. She saw his cock rising out, and he shamelessly stroked himself to what she was doing. It was so…wrong, so perverse to be looking at this.

[i]They may not be good gods, but I must remember that they are gods, nonetheless,[/i] she thought as she felt her stomach heave at the sight of them. They were disgusting, wrong, horrifying, but they had the power here, and they had the right to do what they wanted because of it. Her people, the Awisba, had lost long ago. There was no returning to their old lives. The power of Xu’maneem and her son was too strong to resist.

Following a wordless command, she impaled herself on her brother’s cock. She was dry, so it hurt, but it hurt less than getting thrown around would. She bit her lip as she slowly lowered herself, whimpering even as her brother gasped with shameful pleasure.

[i]I hate you, Walpa…I hate you for making me do this…[/i] He didn’t speak, didn’t protest anymore. His mind was elsewhere, while hers was forced to remain here.

She rose and fell, each time taking a little more of his cock into her pussy. It was painful, slow, and burned all the way in, but she was slowly making it happen. All the while, the cats watched her, and she knew that they were forming other plans.

Her pussy hurt as she lowered herself down to the base of his cock, feeling sick and like she’d scraped up her insides as she took him to the hilt. Tangni panted, not out of pleasure, but out of sheer effort as she held him inside of her, feeling his juices oozing into her. The slight ease that they granted was outweighed by his size, and she whimpered as she tried – and failed – to lift herself again.

“What’s the matter, human? Already exhausted?”

“It hurts…”

“Oh, it hurts, hmm?”

Clawed fingers dug into her arms as the male walked behind her, sinking past her flesh. She winced as she felt her blood running down her arms, knowing that he was slicing her up as he pulled.

“Ah! AHHHH!”

“Heh, does it hurt so much now?”

“YES!”

He pulled her up and down by her arms, his claws scratching her even as she was dragged, fucked on her brother’s cock. It slammed into her as he shoved her down, almost feeling like it was ripping her dry, inner walls apart. Blood started to run down Walpa’s cock, and he finally woke up.

Her brother leaned forward, grabbing for the feline’s arms. He managed it, getting a grip on those furry wrists –

“Rawwwwwr!”

Only for a louder yowl of rage fill the air. Tangni went completely still, rigid and frozen in the male’s grip as the other feline leaped through the air.

There was a blinding tumble around, a brief struggle, and in the process her brother’s cock slipped from her. She wasn’t sure whether to sigh in relief or whimper at the feeling of being pulled so wide open. The hot feeling of blood dripped past her, rolling over her rear as the fight stopped as suddenly as it had started.

Now, her brother was on the far side of the temple room from her, while she was in the arms of the male. She panted as she felt him rubbing against her thighs, clawed fingers dragging just hard enough against her flesh to raise little red bumps, while his furry crotch pressed against her ass.

“Mmm…looks like I get a new little toy for myself, today.”

He leaned his head on her shoulder, talking in that strange language again to his mother. The older female chuckled as she kept Walpa pinned beneath her ass – a sight that made Tangni blush – and nodded.

“It seems that I have permission. Your brother and you will become quite the lovely pair for our temple.”

“What…what do you mean?”

“I mean that even gods need servants…and what better servant than something that looks like me?”

Tangni screamed as he bit her, those fangs digging into the meaty part of her shoulder. She arched her back, trying to pull her shoulder away, but he turned her around, biting her down her breasts, leaving little fang marks all the way down her bosom. She felt the heat from every bite, similar to the reaction she had to some plants, and howled as he bit down on her nipples, piercing them.

Her brother was quiet, but she had no doubt that was because his face was pinned and covered. As she struggled and failed to hold back her screams, she saw the female feline biting along her brother’s thigh, with several final ones along his shaft. He had to be screaming from that. Had to be.

Before she could take it in, before she could absorb what was happening, she was flipped around, shoved down on all fours. She barely caught herself and avoided bashing her head in, but as she did, she could already see that things were changing.

Dark fur was sprouting on the back of her fingers, coming in quick and thick. It was almost the same shade as her skin, except just that little bit darker…the same shade as the feline behind her.

“You will be like me. Weaker, certainly, but like me. Accept this gift, human…it will be the last thing you will be given.”

“No, no!”

She screamed as she tried to pull herself to her feet, but the male was already on her. He pressed down from behind, his chest against her back, warm and fuzzy despite the heat burning through her body. His cock pressed between her legs, the tip bumping and almost spiny, and so slick already with pre. It was beyond anything that her brother had done, and from how abused her sex had gotten, she was almost thankful for that.

Not so thankful as he rammed himself in, though. Wet or not, it left her screaming as it opened her up, the spines on the tip raking across already bloody inner walls, scraping against her as he started rutting her like some sort of wild animal, humping in and out, faster and faster.

As the fur spread up her arms and her fingers thickened up, she whimpered, trying to find some way to take this. She could have controlled it with her brother, moving at her own pace, but this was bestial in a way that nothing else had been. Bestial, rough, painful, and so close to breaking her. Claws raked along her sides, leaving other red lines beyond the ones that the male had left in her arms. He was breaking her, marking her, using her.

His weight pressed down on her, shoving her face into her new paws, and she shuddered at the feeling of the fur rubbing against her face, feeling the pads along her palms coming in.

“You are mine, woman. You will be Casaquir’s toy…one of many, by the end of this.”

She shivered at the idea, even as her body started to heat up. His rough rutting was grinding into her at an insane rate, and she couldn’t pull away. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit every time that he rammed in, and his spines were ripping her apart in their own way.

Tangni groaned as she felt something pointed pressing into her hands, and when she opened her eyes, she saw why. She was growing whiskers, and they were pressing out of her face quickly. The fur kept growing, getting thicker as her muzzle started pulling out of her face, getting longer and more…feminine, in a way, than the one on Casaquir.

Feeling it prickle down her back, getting thicker and hotter as the panther rutted her, she looked over to her brother, dreading – and half-hoping – that he had it worse than her.

But no. Walpa was no longer pinned beneath the jaguar female, but he was still tied up. Even as his arms swelled with new muscle, even as he changed to reflect her color and species, he couldn’t break the ropes. Instead, he screamed and shouted obscenities at the goddess as she tormented his cock, dragging a claw up and down the lightening rod, making him ooze.

[i]She…she’s just playing with him…[/i]

Her brother was getting it easy, while she was getting raped and hurt. She whimpered, closing her eyes.

“Heh…you don’t like it, girl? Maybe I should let you look up at your master, instead.”

That cock ripped free of her, making her scream, but only until she was pinned onto her back. She gasped as she was slammed down, looking out past her muzzle as Casaquir pinned her again, and she shuddered as he slammed right back in. His cock was so hard, so big – even bigger than her brother’s – and it was pulling her apart.

Obscene curiosity drove her to look down, and she shivered as she saw how big it was. Thicker than three fingers together, and long, it plunged far enough into her that she didn’t want to imagine how beaten her womb and belly would be by the end of this. But that wasn’t the only thing she saw.

The fur spread across her chest, turning her from dark to black in the space of seconds. As it covered her breasts, they grew, getting bigger and bigger by the second, swelling outwards until they were almost double their size. She groaned as they did, a tiny, tiny hint of pleasure filling her as they grew, her nipples swelling just enough to push past the fur around them –

“AGH!”

Only for her to scream as he grabbed one, pulling at her nipple and twisting it around. She arched her back, trying to relieve the pressure, which had the effect of shoving her down on his cock in the process, impaling her even further on it than before.

“Heh, that’s it, woman. You will learn your place. Just ride it out…you’ll enjoy it soon enough.”

Tangni couldn’t imagine enjoying this in the slightest, but she had no choice. He pulled her, tugged her by her nipples as her breasts continued to grow, becoming heavier and heavier, bigger and bigger as the change was wrought. She felt her muscles draining, getting weaker in the arms and legs, and all that mass seemed to go to her breasts…and to her ass.

She felt herself rising off of the floor as her hips widened, and the idea of ‘child-bearing hips’ came to mind, reminding her of what he could be doing. Would she bear the child of a god? A litter of them?

The concept terrified her, and she squirmed again.

It was useless, only serving to make Casaquir pin her to the floor, lifting her hips off of the ground and slamming them down on his cock. Her body was nothing but a toy to him in an increasing number of ways, and she shuddered as he made use of her again and again.

She looked back at her brother again, and saw that Walpa was now laid out on the altar. He was sitting up, while Xu’maneem rode on his cock. Yet, despite the pleasure that he must have been getting, he was screaming.

“Stop! Stop, you witch! It hurts! It hurts!”

Why? Why would it –

Then the female feline pulled herself up a little further, and she saw why. Her brother’s cock and balls – now no more than a sheath and an animal rod – were tied up as firmly as the rest of him was. His balls were pulled so far down that he couldn’t actually finish, the seed unable to blow, his cock unable to cum.

He’d been rendered into a living toy for the queen, something for her to use until her lusts were sated. Tangni doubted that would ever happen.

She screamed as she felt something else growing, her spine twisting around beneath her as it somehow seemed to grow longer. The panther chuckled above her.

“It feels like your tail is growing in. Lovely. Soon I’ll have a good handle to hold you while I breed you.”

[i]Breed you.[/i] Tangni shivered, but she couldn’t stop screaming as the panther rutted her, as the tail kept growing. It felt like something exploded out of her back. Even as it kept growing, she could feel it moving, sense it wriggling back and forth beneath her, and she felt her stomach twist in disgust.

With her legs up in the air, she could see the fur running down them, altering them further. No longer slender but strong, now they were just slender limbs, the fur more like some coating to make them more alluring rather than something that was wild, powerful, and feral. She shuddered as she felt the cracks in her legs, in her feet, her heels rising upward and the rest of her foot compacting down to some smaller size, some smaller version of itself. Her toes fattened and shortened, coming together in a bunch of clawed tips.

[i]I’m…I’m becoming a –[/i]

“Mmmm…get ready for your first filling, woman…it won’t be your last.”

The panther suddenly slammed into her, and she screamed…but not in pain. The entire process of her change had healed the damage that had been done by Walpa’s cock, and in its place came some wrong, utterly wrong sense of pleasure. She screamed out to the heavens as he impaled her on his cock, his barbs feeling…good, rather than painful, as he slammed right into her womb.

The heat, the heat. It filled her to the brim and then left her oozing as he fucked his cock into her pussy. She could feel the changes wreaking havoc on her insides, changing her, re-arranging her for the potent seed of the panther. She could feel herself losing her mind…and she didn’t care.

Tangni’s mouth hung open as she was kept on her back, her womb filled to the brim with panther seed, and she slowly pushed herself closer to him. Her body ached for more, the heat spreading through her too fast to be denied. The new panther grinned at him, her eyes unfocused, her thoughts gone…but one thing remained.

“More…”

“Heh, I knew you’d come around.”

He picked her up, never taking her off of his cock, and carried her to the altar. She clung to him, her body wracked with pain and pleasure at the same time from all the transformation that had happened, but at the same time, she didn’t care. She remembered that something had been on her mind, something that was like terror, like fear, like anger, but it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was the wonderful feeling of being filled.

As he laid her down beside the pair of jaguars already on the altar, she saw the male – she couldn’t remember his name – staring down at her. He looked shocked, appalled, but what was there to be shocked at? She was obeying their masters, enjoying the rewards of service. There was nothing wrong with that, and everything to be admired.

“What are you doing, Tangni?! He’s the enemy!”

“He feels…so good…”

“He’s cursing you! Resist it! Please, for the sake of our people –“

“Silence, slave.”

Her master slapped the jaguar, knocking him back onto the altar, flat on his back. The blow seemed to nearly knock him out, but the jaguar growled. He opened his mouth –

Only to get a face covered in pre as the female lifted herself up, letting loose all the pre that he had shot into her so far. He gagged and gasped, and Tangni giggled. It served him right for fighting back. It was against the rules, after all.

She rolled onto her back, pushing her tail into her master’s hands. It was a wonderful feeling to have him grab hold of her, and she moaned as he impaled her pussy again, sliding into the squelching, full hole with that barbed cock. She whimpered, moaning out loud as he slammed in again and again, rutting her the way that she needed. Her breasts swayed back and forth under her, smacking against her chest every time that she pushed back against his cock.

The older female said something, and her master chuckled.

“Yes, mother, they’re big, but not as wonderful as yours.”

Another saying, something that sounded rather pleased.

“Don’t worry. She’ll never replace you.”

She heard kissing behind her, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that cock in her, that wonderful, barbed cock shoving all the way inside of her.

And yet…yet there was something…

She remembered that there was something about the felines, about the master and the mistress, that she hadn’t liked. It was foggy, so far in the past now, but she remembered…anger? Something that they had done, something that they were…

But it was gone. She was a happy servant to the master and the mistress, unlike the other cat in front of her.

He kept shouting at her, calling her a worthless slut, a weakling, all things that were utterly true. She was a weakling without her master. She was a worthless little slut without that cock inside of her. She didn’t know why he had to shout it, or why he seemed so angry about it. It was what she had always been…hadn’t it?

Tangni was getting annoyed by it, though. It was getting too loud, and distracting her from the wonderful feeling of Casaquir’s powerful cock inside of her. She needed to shut him up, and she knew one guaranteed way to do that.

His next tirade turned into a pained moan as she pulled his cock into her mouth, and he whimpered as she bobbed her head up and down. The two felines laughed behind her, and she heard her master chuckle even louder.

“Not even a little hesitation anymore. They are learning the true pleasures of submission. Or at least, mine is.”

The queen said something.

“Heh, true. He is much more hard-headed. I was surprised he was still alive after I threw him onto the stone.”

SMACK.

“Sorry, mother. I wasn’t trying to take away your toy.”

It didn’t matter to hear. Whoever the jaguar in front of her was – she honestly couldn’t remember just who he had been – his cock was tasty. A bit bloody, a bit salty, but it was still wonderful. It reached all the way to the back of her throat, and she imagined that it might reach almost as deep into her pussy as her master’s did. Not quite as far, though. She doubted anyone could make her feel that could.

With her master’s cum oozing down her leg, she felt like she was in paradise. Tangni moaned, taking the other cock deep into her throat, until she felt a tap on her head. She looked up, seeing the queen, the mistress, looking down at her.

The look was all it took. She slowly pulled her head back and kissed the jaguar queen on the clit out of respect. She got a pat on her head in return, and the view of that royal, divine pussy sliding down that cock again.

Once more, the male screamed. She wished he would stop. This was a reward, after all…

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[i]Four weeks later…[/i]

She still didn’t remember the jaguar’s name, but he had broken after two weeks. The constant stimulation he got from being the queen’s throne and the way that she had been allowed to play with him when her master was busy had finally shattered his resistance, though he still wore the ropes around his shaft. The queen said that he would be allowed to release in another month, if he behaved.

In the time since, Tangni had remembered a few things. Not the name or relation of the jaguar – though there had to be something, from the way that the queen and her son smiled when the pair of them were together – but other things. She remembered that she had been a part of the Awisba people, and that she had been something of an icon. She remembered that the jaguar had been the same, and that the pair of them had committed great treachery against their master and mistress.

[i]What mercy that they’ve given, allowing us to live,[/i] Tangni thought as she was paraded down the street on her master’s leash. The jaguar followed her on all fours, his face tied to her ass, constantly licking her as she walked along behind her master.

She barely felt the humiliation of walking nude through the streets, now. It was the fourth time this week that it had been done, and she almost enjoyed it now, feeling the looks of all the others on her fur and body. Tangni could feel the lust that came from some staring at her, knowing that she was desired, wanted.

Not that anyone would have her. She belonged to Casaquir, the toy of a god, and she loved it. She walked behind him with her arms behind her back and her chest thrust forward, her breasts bouncing with every step.

Every so often, he turned to feel her up, and she smiled, offering herself completely. Maybe today, he would take her into an alley and rape her again, fuck her and rut her the way that he had done that first day. She craved it so much that her juices ran down her legs and left her leaving wet footprints all along the stone paths.

Maybe, just maybe, she’d get lucky and he’d do it again today…but even if he didn’t, she had his cock to look forward to later that night.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]