The City on the Edge of the World bustles with the cries of business and the plotting of quests. Adventurers, ranging from noble knights to cut-throat rogues, all pour over job boards and rumor mills. Each of them seeks that high that comes with traveling in such dangerous territory.
Newly arrived in this city are young adventurers, holding hand-in-hand as they come to the local information broker.
Their leader, a woman with a fierce smile and a fiercer excitement, slams a small stone figure against the counter. "Take a look at this!"
The man behind the counter quirks an eyebrow, pulling out his glasses and squinting at the little idol. "Yes? I'm not a pawn shop, you know."
The second of the party, a slight man with a leaner voice squeaks up—"Muh… my good man. What my wife is trying to say is we've found an item of great importance. Perhaps, you'd be able to tell us more about it?"
The man snorts, lifting up the idol to the light. "Ah, yes, yes, this is from the ancients from around these parts, alright. But, I don't think I've seen you two around here before."
With a hand on her hips, the woman points to herself, puffing out her chest and her ego at the same time. "That's because that was from a treasure trove of a zombie lord far to the north. My hubby thought it had something to do with the weird cat stuff that you guys got going this far out in the middle of nowhere."
"Well, you're right about that, and you're not the first group of adventurers coming around here, seeking the ancient treasures of the forgotten kingdom. More experienced explorers than you with larger expeditions have tried, and all of them have failed, swallowed up by the jungle and never seen again. Probably hunted by the monsters, devoured, and their gear left to add to the piles of treasure that the deeper recesses of this land tend to have."
"That sounds like exactly my kind of place!" she says, flashing the man a thumbs-up.
"I know a guide that takes people out to the fringes of the wilderness," the broker says, stroking his beard. "I'll see what she has to say. You two can enjoy the offerings of this town in the meanwhile."
"We're not some tourists," the woman snorts. "We're Feliny and Sandro, the greatest couple of adventurers you'll ever see! You tell your guide to meet us and be ready to head out tomorrow morning!"
She snatches the statue away from the broker and rushes out the door, her head held high.
Sandro pokes his fingers together, his shoulders hunched. "So-sorry about that… she's a bit headstrong… Honey, wait up!"


The following day, Feliny and Sandro sit at the edge of town, packs set up with supplies. The leader raises their little statue up into the air, letting the gemstone shimmer in the sun. "I tell ya, hubby, this is going to be the best experience in our life. We're no longer going to be no-name adventurers. We'll be the greatest explorers ever!"
Sandro pours over tomes and maps, peeking up towards his wife and giving her a sheepish smirk. "I'm just interested in the lore we can find. Who knows what's hidden in the ruins of a civilization that disappeared!?
Gripping the statue, Feliny pumps her fist. "It's getting my blood boiling just thinking about the monsters I'll bash in and the gold I'll find."
"Um, excuse me?"
The two turn from their little exposition to see a woman with pointed ears and sky blue hair. Her bark-hued skin and her violet eyes revealed her wood elf nature. "Are you two, uh, Felony and Sandra?"
"Feliny and Sandro!" Feliny says, hands on her hips, leaning in and narrowing her eyes at the smaller woman. "And you're…."
"Alli, your guide," she says. "That is if you have the artifact you claim to have."
Feliny flashes two fingers towards the girl, the item nestled between them. "What do you think of THAT!"
Those purple eyes nearly fly out of their sockets when the elf sees the item. She holds her hands out as if she were a hungry child. 
Feliny lets her hold it, keeping her gaze firmly rooted on her.
"I… I don't believe this… this is a key!"
"A key, you say?" Sandro says, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Ah, yes, of course. Why didn't I see that before?"
"Keys open treasure!" Feliny says. ". Tell me all about this key!" She holds her hand back out.
The elf whimpers but deposits the key in her hand. "It should open the gate of the temple. The ancients only allowed chosen members of the clergy to enter the enormous complex. The way they tested the faith of those who approached was through the use of such keys. With this, the priest and his retinue could enter the temple to perform the proper rites, and then the key would crumble to dust, never to be used again."
"Ah, so, this is a one-way ticket, huh?" Feliny frowns, keeping her eyes locked on it. "Such a shame… it's so beautiful."
"Dear, we could just sell it and make a tidy profit and try exploring around the area as we planned. There's no need to destroy it."
She places it in her breast pocket. "What are ya blabbing about? You're the one who wants to see the ancient lore, right? What better place than an underground church, eh? That shit's gotta be worth a fortune in knowledge and in money."
"Ah, yes, that's true. Well, then, let's do it, my Dear."
And so, their adventure begins. Who knows what strange things they'll find in their journey into the jungle!?


The trip through the jungle begins with not much of an issue. Feliny and Sandro follow the guidance of their elven scout while keeping an eye out for any trouble. Feliny's machete is at the ready, chopping down thick vines as they make their way. Simultaneously, Sandro keeps his attention mainly on the map, charting out new paths and other uncharted wonders along the way.
Their first night over, the three set up camp, resting around a small fire that gives them light in the humid jungle evenings.
"Damn, if this climate doesn't just want to make your clothes stick and chafe!" Feliny says, fanning herself. "That reminds me. I hear you elves tend to dress in nothing at all when you're out on your own, isn't that right?"
Their guide lowers her head, bringing her legs in closer. "Well, that was true, for a time, when we were much more in-tune with nature, but my people have always been adaptable. We change with the climate and culture. When the adventurers built up the cities around here, we just started to adapt and find clothing more comfortable. I've never been nude in front of anyone."
"Yes, that's right!" Sandro pipes in. "Remember that one rather brawny fellow we met up north? He was so hairy, he could have been a bear."
"Ooh, yeah," Feliny says, snickering. "He may have actually been, considering how he was eyeing you up, hubby dear."
Sandro's face grows a bright red. "We… we should get some rest."
"I was just trying to see if the lady was okay with me stripping down to get comfortable, is all," Feliny says.
"Honey…" Sandro whines. "You know if you do that, you might get bitten by something nasty."
"Eh, fuck it," she says with a wink. She grabs her top and lifts it over her head, showing off her sculpted body, glistening with sweat in the firelight. "I'm just playing with our guide. Hope that's not much of a bother."
The elf opens her mouth as if to say something, but her words are interrupted. A moment passes, and she's face down on the ground while Feliny is up, her blade gleaming in the scant light. With the singing of metal and the squish of a blade to meat, the adversary falls in a huffing heap.
"My word," Sandro says, adjusting his glasses. "Is that one of the beastfolk?"
Feliny swings her blade, letting the last drops of blood fall off of it. "Looks like it. An ugly bastard to boot. What is that, some kind of cat?"
"Jaguar, by my reckoning," Sandro says, rolling the downed feline over, pulling its gums back to examine its teeth. "This blood is fresh."
"Yeah," Feliny says, holding onto her shoulder. Blood trickles down her muscled form. "He got a bite in, but that only allowed my blade to go in deeper."
The elf hops up and immediately pulls out some medicinal herbs from her pack. "We need to be extra careful," the elf says, pressing the plants to the wound. "Quick, give me some water! The bandages are over there. Eat this."
Sandro gets on the collection while the guide administers the healing technique. Feliny, meanwhile, holds a smile, wincing slightly from some of the astringent. "How's it feel, huh? I may not be as bulky as that guy down there, but I'm not too bad, huh? A fat lot of good his muscles did for him."
"You should calm down and be quiet," the guide says. "There could be more. We should make our way into the temple. That'll give us some protection from ambushes.
"At night?" Sandro says. "We'll miss all of the archeological wonders on the outer gate if we go in now."
"We can always come back in later," Feliny says, rolling her bandaged-up arm. "After all, I'd rather have that giant gate to my back, knowing no more of these feline bastards can get the jump on me. Come on, ladies, let's pack it up!"
They are quick and efficient in their breaking of camp, but the heat and the travel make the last few stretches of the journey perilous. Every sound is a cause for alarm, and every minute is a trail of agony.
But it's all worth it to see the towering stone walls of the outer gate illuminated by their fire. Sandro places a hand upon the stone, looking over the markings. He scans the ancient murals and depictions with a wander in his eyes. "This is the door. See that indentation. The key must be there. If we use it now, we can't come back out until we're done exploring. Are you sure you're up to this?"
Feliny stretches her arms. "It's just a graze. We got it handled. Go ahead. Get in there!"
"Very well," Sandro takes a deep breath and produces the statue. He presses it into the indentation, and the place comes alive with color. Bright light outlines all carvings, shooting a beam of energy deep inside the complex right into the sky.
The adventurers step back and watch in awe as the stone doors pull apart. Years of age cause the structure to groan. Vines fall apart, and dirt crumbles, but soon, the brightly lit complex rests before them. Torches ignite with an unnatural green hue. The main temple structure beyond looms over them in the shape of a jaguar with eyes aflame, the way inside its open maw.
"The ancient temple," Sandro says, taking his first few steps inside. "This is what we've been searching for. Come on, before cheetah beasts can make it to, ah!"
Sandro falls over, gripping his leg.
"Sandro!" Feliny rushes towards her husband, passing the threshold. She grabs her head and falls to her knees. "Aaah,… wuh… what is this!?"
The elf stares with shocked confusion for a moment, but then she rushes forward. "Please, hold on, I'm coming!"
"Wuh… where the fuck are you, s... affh!" Feliny doubles over, groaning, and then the door slams shut, trapping the three inside.


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The air is quiet in the outskirts of the ancient temple. The three adventurers sit in silence in the magically lit yard, their only course illiuminated by the green glow that leads out from the mouth of the massive jaguar that serves as the facade for the temple.
Feliny stands up, rubbing her stomach. "W… what was that? By what devil, nggh did that feeling come from?"
Sandro pushes himself up, stretching and rolling his neck. "Well, that was certainly a bit of excitement. Is everyone alright?"
Their guide just stares up at the temple before them, her eyes wide and her ears drooping—her mouth agape.
The two adventurers approach their guide. Feliny is the first to speak up. "Hey, are you alright?"
Sandro adjusts his glasses. "We need to be careful. That feeling… it wasn't natural—it was magic."
"Yeah, I figured," Feliny says, grabbing the elf by the arm. "Hey, we're going in. Are you coming with me?"
The elf doesn't react. Alli just keeps her eyes locked on the ancient statue.
Feliny frowns. "She's really out of it, San. I don't think she's going to listen to us."
"Whatever magic is in this place seems to be messing with her much greater than with us," Sandro says. He steps around, heading to the wall. He presses his fingers against it and closes his eyes.
"The magic is protective. It's not going to allow anything inside unless they have a key. The likelihood of that happening is quite slim."
"So, you're saying we should just leave her out here?"
"She never intended to come inside with us, anyway. Unfortunately, that seems to be her fate now. Let's get moving."
Feliny shrugs, rubbing her shoulder. "Wish I could go in there with a shirt, though. Eh, who the fuck cares. Let's go!"
The illuminated path leads up to between the legs of the fantastic feline. The two adventurers approach side-by-side in body but hand-in-hand in spirit.
"No door, huh?" Feliny says, scratching behind her ear. Her nose twitches. "Smells kinda fresh, too."
Sandro sticks his tongue out, adjusting the breast of his shirt. "Hm…, yes, well, if they had magical wards for the weather, they wouldn't need another doorway past the initial gate, right?" He slides on in, producing a small flame on the tip of his index finger. "Already, there are so many notes here. The lore we can gain alone is quite extensive. Hold on and let me take some rubbing of the hieroglyphics here…."
Feliny walks on over to the other side of the room, rubbing her chin. "Hm… should'a thought any good stuff would be deeper in. Say…" She taps the wall, "Looks like the people here were fans of the beastfolk. Take a look at this."
"Hm? Oh, dear, you're so childish." Sandro sighs and walks up beside her. "This is not some pornographic scene here, but likely an origin story based on their religion. Obviously, they employed a form of animism in their worship. This feline figure is most likely a representative of their god. There are no records of any bestial creatures with any hermaphroditic properties in the jungle around here."
Feliny snorts. "What, did people look at their tits and dicks to check?"
"Did you?" Sandro smirks.
"Too busy protecting my man," The larger woman says, bringing him in for a hug, smothering him up against her chest.
The male sighs, holding tight to his partner, breathing deep of her strong musk and stealing a few kisses at her tits before he slips his way out of her. "Now, now, love, we'll have plenty of time for that later. We have to get going if we're going to help our guide."
"Heh... Yeah… wasn't quite sure what came over me," Feliny says, rolling her neck. "Let's press on, then. No more stopping to enjoy the pretty pictures. Go!” She taps his tush with her palm. He yelps and keeps up his step, journeying into the chamber.
The two of them find a great stone door at the end of the chamber. In the center are two indentations, large enough for someone to slip their hands into, palms facing against out to either side.
"A sliding door mechanism—how intriguing."
"Sliding!?" Feliny yowls. "Not a problem. I got this!" She spits into her palm and rubs her hands together. Then, she steps up to the middle of the door, fitting her hands into each of the handholds, and then she pushes, grunting in exertion, her muscles on her back defined and mighty. 
Sandro just sighs, feeling a tightness in his chest. "Be still my beating heart," he says, placing a hand over his breast, only to pull away.
The sensitivity of his flesh made his traveling tunic feel like a harsh abrasive material when he touched it. He looks to his hand and then to his shirt, giving a contemplative hum.
Meanwhile, Feliny lets out a roar as she pushes the door to the side, the ancient dust crumbling as the stone rumbles and grinds against the stone. She takes a few breaths, and then she grabs one of the doors, raising her arms up high and pressing her chest against the portal, stretching out her arms and her back. "Aaah… nothing like a good old workout, wouldn't you say? We might have to squeeze in, but that shouldn't be a problem."
Sandro snaps out of his trance and presses up against the opened doorway. "Doesn't seem like it'd be too much of a problem," he says before popping into the unexplored corridor beyond. When he turns back to look at the mechanism of the door, he frowns.
"Hey, honey, something the matter?" Feliny says, peering in from the front side.
"The doors are pretty impressive, my love, and I commend you for being able to push them as far as you did… that is… if it weren't for the fact that they're weighted down, too. No human should be able to move this contraption on their own.


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Feliny stands on one side of the temple door, her hands holding onto that sliding stone, gripping hard against it. She calls out to the other side, where her husband and partner, Sandro, examines the dark chamber beyond. "You… you want to run that by me again? This time more  directly?"
Sandro takes off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. "Hold on. My head aches… let's see… right." He slides his glasses back on and blinks. Placing a hand over his heart, he says. "There are many weights on the other side of the door. You have an injury. You shouldn't be at full strength, and yet… you were able to easily push open these doors."
Feliny finally wriggles herself through the door, popping past it and taking a look herself. "By the gods, what kind of nonsense is this?"
"It is the will of the goddess."
The two adventurers spin around, seeing their elven guide standing before them, her eyes reflecting the light spell that Sandro produced. "Alli, you scared me!"
"The hells are you doing?" Feliny growls, arms folded over her chest. "Thought you elf types said you don't go around in the buff anymore." She smirks. "I don't dislike what I'm seeing, but…" she frowns. "You're really giving off a creepy vibe."
"We've returned to the ancient holy site," their guide says, padding along into the chamber. Alli raises her arms, and the cracks and designs in the walls, ceiling, and floor fill with enough jade light to cast the whole room in a visible glow. "And if you wish to find what you seek here, you need to prove yourself worthy."
Sandro dispels his light, staring down the elf from over his glasses. "Is that so? Well, listen here… I don't know who you are, but you aren't our guide."
"Huh?" Feliny quirks an eyebrow then sniffs the air, her lips curling back. "Yeah, something's fishy here, and not in a tasty way. Listen: we're seasoned adventurers, and we just took on an undead lord. What sort of spirit are you, possessing our cute, petite guide?"
The elf smirks. "You two are smart, but this isn't a possession. Alli is of the old line—of servants to the goddess. That means that I am now here as I am meant to be—whole and one with the goddess."
"Goddess, huh?" Feliny says, cracking her knuckles. "Well, goddess or not, we're not going to be playing any games here."
"Oh, but I think you will be. After all, you are adventurers. Seeking challenges and rewards is what you do, is it not? The fortune of treasure and knowledge my temple possesses can be yours if you prove yourselves to be worthy to face my challenges."
Sandro folds his glasses and places them in his pocket. "I see, so you wish for us to match wits and strength against the ancient trials of your people, is that it? We can easily handle such things, right?"
"You got it, hubby. So, what's first?"
Alli flicks her wrist, and the lights on the floor between them glow red. The stone tiles rumble and reshape until a hatch appears in the ground. There rises up a small pedestal when the hatch opens, and sticking up from that pedestal sits a rounded pole, sticking up about a foot into the air.
"The first is a sacrifice," the elf says. "You must give to the temple the physical delights of your body. If you are unable, then you will be expelled and left for the beasts outside to do with as they please."
Feliny snorts, looking at Sandro. "What's this you said about not being a pornographic society?"
"I didn't say that…." Sandro says, pulling his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping his brow. "I just… thought their stories were allegorical."
"Oh, I assure you two…." Alli says, wrapping her arms around Sandro, pulling him up, so his back presses against her nude breasts. "We were very literal in this civilization. Now then, Feliny?"
"Yeah, yeah," the adventurer says. "Don't mind having a bit of an audience for this, do you, Sandy? Don't let her turn you on too much cause when I'm done with this thing, I'm gonna kick her ass for making me do this." She turns to face the two of them, untying her belt as she stands over the pole. "Watch and learn, goddess. You'll see how a real woman acts." She drops her drawers, stepping out of them and squatting over the pole. With two fingers, she spreads her lips, taking a deep breath through her nose and squats further.
The stone slides up inside of her, and Feliny shudders. "Fuh…fuck… you people… couldn't have… at least warmed this thi-thing…?"
"It's a lifeless stone," the goddess says. "What did you honestly expect from it?"
"Some kinda mystical nonsense…" the woman groans, lowering herself down. Her nose twitches, and so do her ears as she slides down over it, slicking up the shaft with the juices from her pussy.
"What a lucky man you are, Sandro," the goddess coos into his ear. "That you have a wife so strong and flexible. Now, then, observe how flexible she can be."
"What are you-aah!?" Sandro cannot control himself as his hand moves up, flicking a spell in his wife's direction.
Feliny glances at him with wide eyes, taking the bolt. Energy crackles down along her body, coalescing in her hands, pulling her wrists behind her back and locking the two together. Another magical collar shackles itself around her neck, pulling her head and shoulders downward.
Her arms and shoulders tremble, but she keeps herself up. "Oooh… oh you bitch…" she growls. "You wanna see flexible…? I'll.. I'll bend you over and have my way with you after this is through!" She roars, gritting her teeth. They seem much sharper than before, and her eyes slit and reflect in the light.
"If you wish to make it out of here with all of your treasures and all of your faculties, then I suggest you listen to me." The goddess says this, a sneer upon Alli’s face.
"Feliny, love, I'm sorry, but she's gotten control of my spells! I can't undo the shackles around you. You'll have to… you'll have to play her game," Sandro says, the smaller male's arms trembling and his eyes watering.
"Fuck this shit…." Feliny says, her muscles tensing up as the weights push her down to squat over the sacrificial pole. "I'm not some slut you can just command!" Feliny says. "I'm a seasoned adventurer!"
"And Alli  isn't?" The goddess tilts her head, flicking her wrist. This motion duplicates within Sandro, which pushes Feliny down lower. The pole penetrates her deeper, spreading her lips wide.
She throws her head back, gasping. "Fuck, that's cold!" she huffs and puffs. "You want me to fuck this thing? Fine! But sometime soon, I'm gonna find an opportunity to make sure that you choke on it!"
Feliny closes her eyes, tilting her neck back to lessen the strain on herself. She sighs, sliding her lips up and down along the shaft. She lets it spread her and expose her for both her husband and this strange being to see.
"So, Sandro," Alli says, "Do you like to watch your wife's strong body? Is there anything about it that you are jealous of?"
"Wuh… what?" Sandro's breath is broken and breathy, his eyes locking downwards, seeing how much of her juices lube the pole when Feliny pushes herself up, groaning in the exertion. "No, I… I would never."
"Come on…" the elf goddess says, brushing her fingers over his cheek. "Don't tell me there's nothing about her you don't want to have. Her power… her charisma, her womb?"
"What are you talking about!?" Sandro gasps, fighting against the goddess's grasp. Alli lets go of him, and he stumbles forward, rushing over towards his wife.
"Don't stop me, Sandro!" Feliny says. "I gotta prove I ain't no wuss here. She wants… gnnn, to see my skills. She can have it! And then," she grunts, "we can have all the treasure that we want."
Sandro hisses at the goddess. "What are you doing to us!?" He snaps. "This isn't like her!"
"Isn't it?" Alli says, snapping back. "Such a casually lewd person as your wife, flirting with women in front of your eyes. What kind of man are you that you allow that."
"A real man!' he responds. "I do not have to bow down to stupid and barbaric forms of toxic masculinity."
"Sure, you are…" she says. "And that's why you picked a woman much more toned and powerful than you'll ever be. She's the man in this relationship, isn't she?"
"What is a man!?" Sandro snaps.
"A man isn't afraid to help his wife, that's for certain."
Feliny picks up the pace, the sloshing of her sex against the pole reaching Sandro's ears. "Don't you worry about her, San… I… I got this, buh… but you can prove your manhood to her… right here and now."
"I beg your pardon!?"
Feliny bounces on the cock. "This… this is getting me turned on, so… why don't you shut her up… with that cock of yours!"
Sandro's face goes a bright red when he hears that. "I… you can't be… serious?"
But, he looks upon her eyes, seeing her lick her lips, hearing that almost audible purr coming up from her chest.
"Veh… very well. You!" he points to the naked elf before him. "Prepare to see what makes my woman so proud!"
"Oooh, so the two of you have an open relationship, do you? I thought as much. Now, then, come here, big boy!"
Sandro grumbles and drops his satchels and belts, and then he lifts his top over his head. His chest is pale, thin, and soft, and he puffs out his cheeks when he looks over towards the goddess, expecting her reaction."
"My, my, how adorable. Put you in a dress, and we could assume Feliny likes the company of women more." She chuckles, running her fingers over her lips, "I'm pretty sure that's the actual case."
"You want to see a woman? You'll be disappointed!" Sandro says, taking a deep breath and puffing out his meek chest. He grabs his trousers and shoves them down, showing off his cock, which springs free, tall, and proud.
"My my, aren't you a big boy. Though, it's nothing compared to the men of this temple's heyday. You see that pole there? That’s modeled directly after one of the greastest men to grace this place. Let me guess, is that the biggest cock your wife has had?"
"Don't let her intimidate you!" Feliny groans, sliding herself up and down, her tits bouncing. "It's just some… some godly trick! You're stronger than her! You're smarter!"
"Listen to your wife, Sandro. It'll do you good. Don't get mad. Get me fucked!" The goddess turns around, placing one hand on the wall, the other hand spreading her buttcheek. "Let's see what that snake of yours can do!"
Sandro's eyes widen, and he waddles forward, his legs still together in his pants. He collapses on top of her, wrapping his arms around her body, cupping her breasts. "If this is how you play your games, goddess, I'll play them!"
"You… ah… tell her… ah, Sandy!"
"This is for you, Feliny!" he cries out, pulling his cock away, letting it trace down the goddess's back before he shoves it forward, making it disappear down into her sex.
"Aaah, yes, a snake, indeed!" she sighs. "Very good, you two, very good!" The goddess laughs as the length dives deep into her, his hips slapping against hers.




Feliny is into a good rhythm with sliding herself down along the fake cock on the floor. If she wasn't already aroused by the thought of her husband watching her perform these lewd acts, she's turned on by the sheer manliness her meek little man is showing off. For at this moment, he has a goddess in his grip, his hands holding onto her shoulders, squeezing her flesh as he thrusts his man meat up inside her snatch.
Alli gasps with each thrust into her, her fingers curling up into the wall, scratching against the ancient stone. "Yeh… yes… Yes! Sandro, you really are a man! Aah… Ke-keep it up!"
"I… I told you!" Sandro grunts, pushing himself deeper into her. Soon, he can feel his hips slapping against her butt, his cock further than ever. He holds one of her shoulders with one hand and moves his other around her front, fondling at her breast, giving it a good grope.
"Fuh… fuck…" Feliny says, playing with her own chest as she watches the display. "When did you get so… so forceful? You… you're never like this with… with mmm me!"
He looks over towards her, his eyes piercing her with a sharp gaze even without his glasses. This look is so unlike him, and yet, so much like him. It makes her want to continue and to bounce even more on the pole.
He grips onto Alli's shoulder and pulls her up towards him, shooting his tongue out and licking over her flesh. "Ah, yes," he hisses. "That panting… that sweat… you like this, and here I thought you didn't consider me a real man!"
Alli giggles and rocks her hips against that cock, pushing her tits out for him to fondle between his fingers. He huffs as he leans in against her, his covered chest over her uncovered back. He even nips at her neck, making her squeal as he shoves himself deep into her.
With a final groan with his teeth against her flesh, he releases his load into her. His shaft fills her with warm and wonderful cum before he pulls out, letting the excess drip down between her legs and from his hose.
Feliny's legs shake, and she quickly pushes herself up, crying out as she plops down on the floor beside the pole, the thing slick with her fluids.
Alli shudders and stumbles free from Sandro's grasp, leaning against the wall, panting and smiling. "Well, well, you two seem to be quite good so far." The goddess snickers, watching as Sandro pulls his pants back up. "But, you're not quite ready for all the secrets of my temple."
Feliny fumbles around on the ground a moment before pushing herself up. "Wha… what other tests you got?" she says, pulling up her own pants. "We can handle it… no problem. Right, Sandy?"
Sandro takes a deep breath. "Maybe a quick rest, first?"
"Oh, is that the sound of quitting I hear?" The goddess asks, stepping away from the two and flicking her wrist. A doorway, invisible to them before, glows and slides open, showing off a lush jungle beyond with the sounds of life within. She steps through the threshold into it, looking over her shoulder at the two. "If you don't follow me in, you'll surely be lost in this dark temple forever."
The two adventurers look to one another, and Sandro helps his wife up. Together, the two maneuver their tired bodies through the darkened room and into the open space beyond."
Immediately after passing through, the chamber disappears, leaving the three in the middle of the jungle. A moment passes beyond that, and the blistering, humid heat hits the two travelers.
"By the gods…." Feliny says, wiping sweat and condensation off of her brow. "What are you testing us on this time?"
"Necessity," the goddess says, her elven form showing the first signs of heat, but she isn't as affected as either of them. "It's really not so difficult to tolerate."
"That's easy for you to say," Sandro says, loosening his collar, "But you're a goddess. You're supernaturally gifted against such a climate, I'm sure."
She titters and shakes her head. "Oh, Sandro, Sandro, no. The truth is that I’m as  hot as you two would be…" she says this, adding a smirk to her lips, "if you were like I am right now."
"What is that supposed to mean?" He snaps at her.
"Easy there, Sandy," Feliny says. "I think I know what game you're playing now, and I'm fine with playing it, after that whole charade."
"What are you…?" Sandro says, only blushing when his lover kicks off her boots, getting in the buff. Her muscles seem slightly more prominent than before, her smiling teeth a little sharp. "Okay, hubby, your turn!"
"Ugh, this is barbaric," he sighs, but he lifts his shirt up over his head, and Feliny whistles, "What's that you got there? A rash?"
"Huh?" He looks to his side, where a small patch of his skin down by his waist is rough and scaled. "Oh, just great, as If I didn't have enough to worry about," he hisses.
"DOn't forget the rest of it, Sandy," Alli teases. "Or, are you willing to die of heat exhaustion?"
"No, no, I'm fine," Sandro says, unbelting his pants and slipping out of them. He peels off the sweat-stained things and steps out.. "My word…" he breathes, stretching his sides and his back with broad sweeping movements. "It's like I've shed out of my skin and become something new! The feeling is night and day!" He blinks, squints, and then holds his hand up in front of his face. "My… my vision… it's… it's better!?" he says this, looking over to his wife, and the two both gasp at the slitted pupils they see.Naked, the two adventurers stare at each other. Feliny's strong and muscled form seems to be more toned, while Sandro's thin and meek form has become softer, curvier. Both see each other for the first time with eyes that are not their own but better. In the hot haze of this humid jungle, their love for each other washes away into something different—something far more primal.
Feliny, headstrong, shakes herself out of her haze, grabbing her skull. "Ghn… Alli… wha… what have you done to us?"
"Nothing you should concern yourself with," the goddess says. "Now, we shall move on to the next test. Leave this form and this world, and gain the knowledge you so desperately seek." The elf opens her arms wide. Both of the two adventurers stare upwards, feeling themselves disappearing from their own bodies.
Feliny sits up in the dark. The chamber she's in is still warm, but she finds herself covered. She pulls the sheets off of her and looks down, only to gasp in a voice not her own. She stumbles to her, no, his feet and runs his hands down over his strong, broad, masculine body. "The hell…?'' His voice is deep, his timbre low.
"You must learn all about the goddess to learn all the mysteries of the goddess," comes Alli's voice. The goddess steps out from the outside, standing in the doorway with her body on full display. "And to do that, you need to know what it was like to serve me."
"As a man?"
"I'm the goddess here," she says, giggling. "And this is no ordinary man. He was one of my greatest champions—stronger than any panther and with a virile body that sired many heirs. Many of them still live here today, though you wouldn't recognize them as human."
"The beastfolk?…" he growls.
"Now, then… you'll never return to your own self unless you please me with that dick you’ve pleased yourself with earlier."
The man stares down between his legs, recognizing the throbbing, hard member as the one the statue must have been based on. This revelation is shocking, yes, but not enough to distract Feliny from a question burning in her mind.
"And Sandro?"
"He's going through a similar challenge right now. Don't you worry about him."
Feliny steps forward, placing her hands upon Alli's shoulders. He then pulls the goddess in, feeling that smooth, soft elven body press against his rough masculine warrior build. He brings his lips to hers, kissing her, sliding his tongue inside the woman's mouth.
Alli groans, gripping onto his butt. The warrior slides his rough hands down over her soft body and lifts her up, pinning her up against the wall.
She squeals with delight.
He slides his dick inside of her folds and thrusts without any sense of foreplay.
"Aah, yes… yes… that's it… ignore any chance to warm up… and think specifically with your dick!" She gasps, wrapping her legs around the warrior's body, biting her lip and leaning in, wrapping her arms around the warrior's shoulders. The goddess grunts and moans as the warrior thrusts into her, going deeper and deeper and deeper.


The warrior can feel every inch of the goddess's inner body, his rod hard as he pumps deep into her. He grunts and snorts, the hot breath panting onto the elven body's cheek and neck. Through her gasping, the goddess goads him on with her sweet suggestions. "Feliny, yo… you were always… so… so dominant…" she begins. "Aah... You never, mmm, thought of…  ah yourself, as the mmmm weak waif."
The warrior housing Feliny's soul grunts, dropping to his knees and lowering the goddess to the floor. He grabs her legs, lifting them up over his shoulders and pressing down into her, filling her, pounding her with every last inch of his cock! His response also comes with a roar of primal lust and of his frustration and his anger.
"Yes!" The goddess screams. "You realize that you are what you truly are!" she says, hands up and running through her hair. "Fill me with your devotion, and you shall both see the end of this trial with new eyes!"
"Shut it!" Feliny snarls. Her cock head runs over the G-spot as it flares up in its desire. He gives rough rubs to that one little area, sending the elf trapped within the goddess over the edge in streaming squirts.
The warrior grits his teeth, throwing his head back and letting out a long, suppressed groan as he feels the seed shoot out of his cock for the first time ever. That expulsion of jizz mixed with the fulfillment of all that buildup sends him over the edge. He collapses onto the ground next to the goddess.
She pulls out from him, his cum oozing out from her filled-up hole, panting, playing with herself. "Oh, yes, Feliny, you'll do quite nicely, indeed." She licks her lips, tilting her head back, "and Sandro is doing nicely, too…


Sandro lays in the dark chamber, stirring, his balance odd and different. When he finally adjusts to the darkness, he finally realizes why he feels a soft squish at his chest on the cold stone floor. Laying naked on the ground, his—her nipples perk and are stimulated by the rough stone. Sandro is no longer the slightly effeminate man that he used to be. She is a woman with long hair that drapes over her shoulders and rests upon her back. With a squeak, she pushes herself up, only to feel a firm grip on her shoulder.
That's when Alli, or at least, she thinks it's Alli, leans in. The elf's voice is smooth but masculine. His jawline is a little sharper, and his nose just a bit pointier. The difference between a male and a female elf are subtle, but they are not impossible to see,
And the thing stroking at Sandro's butt is impossible to miss as well!
Sandro scrambles, but the goddess grabs around her, gripping at her chest. "You seek the knowledge you could never possess," he whispers to her. ". How about the knowledge of what it is like to be a woman?"
The goddess pinches the nipple, letting a gasp echo out from Sandro's mouth. "What have you… mmn…"
"Don't you worry… this isn't your body," the goddess coos. "I've done something far more interesting to that vessel. Right now, though," he says, groping the chest, running the cock up along her crack, "I've given you the body of one of my priestesses. They served me well, acting as a representative of mine in ritual rites and determining my will when I was too busy or bored to make a direct call. Of course, sometimes, I'd sneak in as a male client of theirs to see if they were doing their jobs properly. Consider this a first-hand look at a performance evaluation.
Without more to it, he slides that cock deep inside of her. She gasps, feeling her body spreading apart in ways she never had as a man. That warmth and fullness fill her up in ways that make her squirm. The goddess grabs her by the hair, pushing her face down into the ground, pulling his hips back and thrusting forward, burrowing deep into her.
She growls and groans, gripping her fingers and gritting her teeth, letting out gasps with each thrust into her. The slapping of skin on skin fills her ears and stings her body, but she loves every moment of it, soon screaming out for more from the goddess.
"Yes, you really are a slut!" The goddess says, sitting up, grabbing her ass, thrusting away. "You'll take your goddess's seed, and you'll carry her children, just like every priestess before you—a lineage blessed with my powers to be greater than any human or elf!"
"YES!" Sandro screams as warm hot jizz fills her up, swelling that pocket deep within her, eager to collect the seed—to impregnate her.
The goddess slowly pulls out. "It's so nice being a male. It would be a shame if you had to give it all up just because you're so good at taking cock. Hehe… I know exactly what I'm going to do to you," she says, leaning in over her, stroking Sandro's cheek, and then giving him a slow, delicate kiss. "And of course, we're only just beginning.”


When Feliny opens her eyes, she's standing where she was only moments before. However, it feels as if she had lived a lifetime in someone else's body. She sees the man standing before her, and she tilts her head before coming to a realization. "Sandro!?"
"Feliny," he gasps, running up to her, wrapping his arms around his lover. "It was like a dream!" he gasps. "I had… I had a lifetime and… and she gave it, and took it away!"
"Indeed I did," Alli says, standing beside the two of them.
"Why?" Feliny growls.
"It is all a part of the final test," the goddess-possessed elf says. "If you seek the treasure of my temple, then you need to be willing to give up everything. Now… give up, and give in!"
Feliny shoulders shudder. She throws her head back, letting out a mighty roar. As she does, she shows off her sharpened, carnivorous teeth. Feline ears spring free, black and fuzzy. Her eyes are yellow and bright, her fingers turning into sharp claws. Her mouth, more of a snout, turns up in a smile as she looks over towards Sandro.
A moment later, and she pounces, knocking the male down on his back. 
Sandro moans. His voice is high and needy. He arches his back, and she moves a hand down from his neck to his collar and over his chest. She stops when she feels the slight puf, no longer as flat as it used to be. The stronger female gives his tit a squeeze, and the man thrashes around, letting out higher and higher squeaks and squeals of delight.
She leans in, looming over him, and she smashes her mouth against his own. He kisses against her as well, but the tongue that greets her is long and thin, slithering upher rough feline tongue and flickering around inside of her mouth.
When she pulls free, he hisses at her, pulling his tongue back in, and blinking, moving his fingers up to her chin, where he feels the stubble of black fur.
She mrowls a bit, but lets her hands travel further down along his body, over his side, down his hip, and to his leg, wait…
Where she should have felt his smooth leg, she instead feels the bump of scales under her pads. And when she goes to lift the appendage up, she instead feels his whole lower body move. She hops up off of him, only to see that lying beneath her is something that is no longer human. Sandro has a feminine upper body and the lower half of a snake, coiling and flipping about with brightly colored scales, desperate to feel its new form.
Feliny chuckles at that, licking her wrist. She leaps back down onto him, but Sandro slips out of the way. She snarls, only to feel the tail wrap around her, bounding up against her waist. Sandro lays against her back, panting, moaning desperately into her ear. The tip of his tail prods between her legs, seeking out to find her snatch and to fill it up, but she flexes her muscles and roars, tearing him away from her.
When she stands, there is nothing left of the human that she once was. Instead, there is the jet-black fur of a jaguar, standing tall and ripping with strength.Sandro slithers away from her, into a dark corner past even what the newly transformed black jaguar woman cannot see. Feliny stumbles forward, her whiskers twitching, sniffing the air, curling back her lips to get a complete whiff of the scent of her lover.
Her paw steps on something with a squish, and she drops down, pressing her face to it. It's Sandro's skin! Flecks of hair join the slimy shed stuff, and she growls, heat growing up between her legs at the thought of what it could possibly be that her lover has become.
That's when the serpentine features leap at her, coiling at her again, tackling her to the ground.
No longer is the feminine upper half of her former husband that of a feminized version of himself. Instead, the creature before her is svelte and shiny, her scales glistening after removing the last of her human form. Despite the feminine nature of the snake creature, she still has her serpentine dick, pulsing and ready to fill up on something. She hisses, narrowing her eyes, her mouth turning up in a snakey smile.
The jaguar purrs underneath the creature now, as the two of them look at each other, their animal instincts raging, but their human emotion for one another burning strong. When Sandro lowers herself against her lover, she strokes the feline face, letting her tongue pet the black fur. Her fingers curl under Feliny's jaw, and the cat tilts her head back, accepting the attention as if she were a pet being pampered by her owner.
And, perhaps, that's exactly what she is. The snake now has the tail strength to squeeze her lover and hold her down. It is much like she had been pinned and ridden when she was but a man. She enjoys her newfound power over her lover and licks and tastes and smells all over the new furred form of her strong and incredible wife.
Feliny's deep purrs roll into a needful growl. Sandro's attention to her feels like she's a queen more than a pet. She sighs and moves to the strong tail that holds her close, letting Sandro experience this like the big man, or woman, that she is.
Soon enough, it comes time for Sandro to fulfill her lusts, and she slides in, her tail pushing up against her lover's quivering want. The two were perfect for each other. Back when they were human, they would have to adjust to the male's less impressivebody. It was a symbol of their love that they could make it work, but here, here with their transformed sexes, it is like they were meant for each other all along. Immediately, the snake thrusts, throwing her head back, gripping at her lover's shoulders as she ruts against her. 
Feliny roars, flexing her muscles as she strives to break free and wrap her arms around her lover as Sandro has filled her up to the point of madness.
All the while, Alli watches as her two new followers revel in each other's bodies. It is a beautiful sight and one that the goddess cannot help but enjoy. As the two roll about and thrust against one another, the forgotten deity holds her hands out, absorbing the power of their depravity. Her eyes glow, and the runes of her temple light up with the deliverance of the glorious, magical might provided by their lewd goings-on.
The goddess throws her head back, screaming in orgasmic delight just as the two of them find their own release within each other. Sandro's seed spurts deeply into her wife and lover, and Feliny accepts it. The sounds of hissing and roars fill the goddess’s world
Soon enough, the two new beastfolk collapse, their chests pressed together, breaths heavy and steady. They straddle and stroke at once another, their heads nuzzling, their hands petting.
And Alli sits back, the goddess licking her lips. "Very good…" she sighs, curling her toes. "You're both doing such a wonderful job," she coos.
Sandro uncoils from her lover and raises up, her serpentine body, thin but more potent than the elf's,looks down upon the goddess. "Now, you will show us the deepest secrets of your temple?"
The goddess giggles at that, biting her lip, looking the snake up and down. "Oh, but my darling adventurer… you're the deepest secret. The both of you have transcended the weak bodies you once had. You are stronger and far more beautiful than any human or humanoid would ever dare to be. You've been able to keep your wits about you through the connection that the two of you share."
Feliny's whiskers twitch, and she growls, crawling up closer to the goddess. "But the treasure—the knowledge!?"
"Simply the power you've gained along the way," the goddess says. "Enjoy your new life, my champions, as queens among the beasts of the jungle!"
She spreads her arms, and her eyes glow, and all around them, the stones of the temple pull away. They find themselves standing naked in the jungle, the hybrid creatures they once ran from all surrounding them, kneeling down with their heads bowed.
"How is this for a treasure?" the goddess says. "Now, my champions," she holds her hand out, "Who's ready to  take that wretched city back from those pathetic humans?"
The two former adventurers look at each other. They smile with faces that feel right on their souls, and they lace their fingers together, clasping hands and joining hearts and souls.
"Let's do it."Alli smiles at the newest members of the goddess's followers. The elf giggles, and then she throws her head back, covering her face with a hand, letting out a delighted, almost maniac laugh into the jungle air.
The two newcomers coil close to one another, watching their former guide and the vessel to the goddess, seemingly losing herself.
She sighs, and she takes in a big breath, then she stands tall and poised. "Oh, you two have done much for my followers and for me. Not only have you become your true selves before me, but you've discovered the secret of the temple."
All of the other beastfolk bow low, and the elf stands there with a calm smirk upon her face, even as the ground cracks with the bright light of the goddess's magic, rumbling with terrible power.
"An earthquake!?" Sandro says, curling up to her feline lover.
"A strong one, too," Feliny says. "Have you tricked us, goddess?"
The quake finished, and in its wake is a hole and a stairway, hidden beneath the jungle earth..
Unperturbed, Alli steps down into the stairway, calling up to her newest servants. "You've sworn yourself to me, and I've given you all that you've desired. Now, it is time for you to give me what I need, as well."
The former adventurers look towards each other and nod, slithering and stalking their way down into the deepest crypts below.
Not even in the darkness of their previous descent had they gone down this far. The trio finds themselves in another chamber, with the air thick and musky, but the only thing down there besides the three is a statue. 
It is a magnificent construction, sitting on the ground with its legs crossed, holding its hands out to either side and carrying glowing green flames. Upon a well-muscled and decidedly feminine body rest three heads, one of a serpent, a jaguar, and a panther.
"Here," begins the goddess-possessed elf, "Is a form I had not taken since a time before time when humans were nothing but blind and babbling apes. I was a thing of great beauty. The worship was so ancient that this temple had forgotten what I had honestly looked like. Now, gaze upon my form and marvel, and bring me back to life by pleasing my physical body with your newfound devotion.
The travelers are silent as they hear her words, but they know what they must do. They climb up on the statue, their bodies pressed, grinding against the cold, unliving stone. Tongues lick against her face and cheeks. Hands caress her breasts and her nether region. Their moans flutter up from their throats and out into the atmosphere.
Alli, meanwhile, watches, her eyes going hazy, falling against the wall, groping and fingering herself, letting out more and more desperate cries. The higher in pitch she got, the rougher and faster they go. Finally, she arches her back, her fluids spurting onto the ground as she collapses in a huffing heap.
That last orgasm is all it takes for the six eyes of the goddess to light up. The stone cracks and a rush of red-hot air flows throughout the chamber. The pressure sends the three tumbling out to where they came from until they are left, sprawling and confused from the force.
The quiet of the moment passes as the beastfolk around them begin their eerie chant. "Atlatonin… Atlatonin…"
Feliny picks herself up, groaning, her ears twitching. Something is coming up the stairs.
With a hiss and a purr, the creature stomps up into the light of the open air, holding out her arms before her beloved followers. "I have returned!" she roars. The massive being towers over even Feliny. The goddess smiles down at her with one head while glancing over to the panting elf with another.
Alli scrambles, kicking away, her eyes wide, her mouth agape. She doesn't scream, no matter how much she looks like she's trying to, but Atlatonin sees her, and she steps forward casually, catching up with no problem. "And you," she purrs, "have been the perfect vessel of my soul this past night." She chuckles, licking each of her lips in succession. She holds a hand up, and the elf does the same. The goddess moves her hand down along her body, and the elf follows suit. Before them all, the goddess presents herself, pawing between her legs, staring at the elf with all six eyes.
Alli continues her previous masturbation, arching her hips up, crying out as more of her love spills out. She whimpers, falling to her back, sprawled out, panting, pleading with her eyes.
"The elves have been perfect vessels," The goddess says. "And perfect outlets. In those ancient days, they were ours to do as we pleased, and they loved every moment of it. You two," she says, pointing to each of the travelers individually. "You may do as you wish to her.
Feliny crawls up towards Alli, who scrambles up to her feet. The traveler dives in, grabbing her legs and pressing her rough tongue against her. She slurps up along her slit, tasting the pre-moistened goodness of a woman who has come over and over again.
Sandro is not far behind. Her lithe body allows her to slither up even her lover's back and grab Alli by the shoulders. "Thanks for the tour," she says in hissing laughter, sliding upwards to the point where her cock is right at the elf's face. Wrapping her tail around the elf's neck, she thrusts forward, filling the throat with the reptilian goodness. She pushes, grunting and grabbing onto her shoulders, all the while her lover licks away at her pussy.
Feliny's body rocks to the rough fucking she's getting. Her breasts bounce, and her eyes roll back. Her voice lets out gurgles of disdain and delight all at once, as her body and her very soul, remember the ancient ways of her people. She was born into a species of cumdumps for the superior servants of the goddess, and she's learning, here and now, to love every moment of it.
As her followers fuck the elf, Atlatonin watches, hand upon her belly, and growls. She sits upon the rubble of her temple prison, her legs crossed and her hands upon her knees. All three of her animal heads watch as her newest and dearest servants fuck their former elf guide with all of their animal might. She growls in delight, but she grips her knees, forcing herself to hold back while she watches the decadent display before her.
Alli glugs and coughs as the snake sitting on her shoots off her seed into her throat. She coughs up the sperm as Sandro pulls free from her mouth, leaning in and licking over her cheek with a teasing tongue.
Through ragged breaths, the elf moans as Feliny's rough tongue delves into her walls, bringing the guide to wailing orgasm before she collapses against the ground.
Feliny stands up, clasping her lover's hand, nuzzling against the snake's scales and purring in delight.
Alli pants and coughs up some cum, some of the stuff spattering over her chest, but soon, the elf gasps as a shadow looms over her, blocking out the moonlight.
Atlatonin stands over her, the solid and deific body taking up all of her vision.
"You've done well to service my servants," The goddess says. "Now, are you ready to receive the reward of your people… to allow me the chance to reclaim what is mine?"
The elf whimpers, spreading her legs apart, arching her back.
The goddess chuckles at that. She squats down, grabbing the elf by the ankle and lifting her up with little effort, having her dangle before the beastfolk all around her. "Certainly, your fellow elves will be bred into oblivion, bearing beastfolk babies that will breed out and dominate the rest of the races. But you have been chosen for a much better task."
From her position dangling in the air in front of the goddess's abdomen, the elf can hear the tell-tale growl that rises up from within the beastly fertility goddess. She gulps, swinging around, whining.
The snakehead in the center opens its mouth, wide, wider, and wider still, while the feline heads coo and shush the elf. Hands scoop her up, cradling the elf against her breast for a moment. An ancient song rises up from the two heads, each of them harmonizing—each of them causing the elf to become so suddenly calm.
With her breathing returning to an average pace, the elf curls up a moment, beginning to sob.
The transformed travelers watch their goddess do her work. They squeeze each other's hands as memories of a forgotten lifetime return to them—of saving helpless people from bandits and of fighting monsters to the cheers of happy townsfolk. Is this what their lives have led to? And if so, why do they no longer care?"
The goddess tilts her heads back, the opened maw of the serpent wide and dark. She holds the elf up high,Alli’s toes the first things to feel the brush of the tongue and the hot breath.
Alli whines and stirs, but she is too hypnotized, too tired, too weakened by possession to put up any sort of fight.
Atlatonin squeezes the elf's hips. She pushes Alli down her throat, gurgling in delight as she tastes the sweaty, cum-soaked flesh and feels her throat expand to accommodate her.
Alli feels the tight warmth of the goddess's body accept her—taking her inside and wrapping around her like the tight embrace of a lover. She moans as the tongue lashes up her thigh and between her legs, tasting the delightful spit of the feline servant still upon her flesh.
As the elf gets deeper down into the goddess's body, Atlatonin grabs the guide by her shoulders and shoves her down more and more. Alli's face is right in front of the other faces, cartoonishly staring at the goddess's beauty. One of the feline heads leans in with a chuckle and places a kiss upon the elf's cheek.
And a moment later, she shoves Alli down into her serpentine throat and snaps her jaw shut.
Sighing, the goddess pats her expanded belly, falling back onto her bum as she sits among her followers. "Ah, the energy she has provided is enough. I was so lethargic… but now…" She snickers, getting up onto one leg and then the other, groaning as she stretches her arms and her legs. A growing thickness emerges from between the legs—the goddess's latent and powerful cock, the serpent that sires generations, sticks up high into the air. All three of her heads rear back and cry out to the night, letting out a rattling roar.
The other beastfolk around them join in, but the newest members can't help but stare transfixed at the incredible and awful sight before them.
Her voices dissipate as the goddess lets out the last air of her lungs, and she smiles down at her newest additions, licking each of her lips in turn. "Well, well, my servants," She begins. "I can feel that there is still a bit of humanity left inside of you. How much longer shall you cling to your old ways?" she holds her hand out, stepping forward, cock bubbling with pre, pussy dripping with the delight of her meal. "We spent this amazing night together. Now, it is time for you to return to the city, not as trespassers in a land you do not own, but as members of the very people who shall reclaim this place as their own. Breed true, and the new world order will see you as gods. In fact… I am quite happy to initiate you into my new pantheon, but all you have to do is breed and sire as many as you can. Are you with me, my lovers?"
Feliny looks to Sandro.
Sandro looks to Feliny.
Their faces are alien, monstrous, but beautiful. Whatever humans were in there have died tonight. There is only the love for each other—and the one who made them this way.Feliny cannot hold herself back. "My goddess," the feline screams, falling to her knees, pulling away from her lover. "Please… please show me your power… and… and bless me with a child! You did not grant me a cock. My husband will be able to sire many children, but I can only bear them. And… I cannot let some lowly convert be the sire of my child.
Sandro squirms when she hears those words come out of her wife. She wraps her arms around her chest, slithering back, stepping out of this conversation between her partner and the goddess who made them both.
Atlatonin turns entirely towards her followers, her cock bubbling and ready. "My, my…" she says, growling and giggling and sneering. "Quite a bold offer, to become the vessel for my spawn. What made you so interested in the prospect when you showed so little before…? Could it be… that my consumption of that elf has turned you own?"
Feliny bows with her head to the ground, her whole seemingly strong body trembling. "It… it is as you say, my goddess. I have dark cravings now… to be fucked by someone so dominant that life is in their hands… not by someone who would be a plaything to me."
Sandro coils up, gripping herself harder. "Of… of course," she whispers. "How could I ever be as strong as my goddess?"
The goddess steps up to the jaguar, touching her chin. "Up," she commands, saying nothing more until Feliny slowly, painstakingly stands to a total height shorter than the goddess. All three heads see the jaguar, and they smile as she caresses her follower's chin with the paws of a predator. "My follower," she coos, "you are more in my image than most." She licks her lips, "and your submission to me is exquisite."
Suddenly, she spins the jaguar around to face the snake lover, wrapping her arm around Feliny's throat, pinning her so that she would look Sandro in the eyes. "Behold, Sandro, your wife, as much mine as you are. Look and see what you'll be receiving soon enough!" With that, she thrusts forward, her cock popping out from between Feliny's legs.
Feliny squirms and kicks, trying to position herself to receive the dick, but the goddess chooses only to tease her for now. In the meanwhile, the snake pushes herself up, staring with wide eyes and an open-mouthed grin. Her cock throbs and drools in want, but she doesn't touch herself—no, she'll save her feelings for her goddess.
After establishing the happiness of Sandro, the goddess throws Feliny down to the ground, onto her back, only to land atop of her, pinning her down, their breasts pressed together. The once so-strong cat becoming a mere plaything.
The hot and throbbing cock rubs up between their bodies. The three heads snicker and jeer, watching as she thrusts forward, letting her cock slide inside of the jaguar, spreading her out, bulging her with the sheer size of it all. "Only a select few can become mothers to my member and spread my seed directly!" She thrusts forward as she proclaims this to her people, making this sex a sermon for all of the beasts. "Let this scene inspire you as you go tonight to the city and make claim to all the people there!”
Howls and cheers of delight fill the room as Feliny finds herself lost to the pleasure. The rough fucking of her goddess fulfills the fighter's desire for action. The pain and joy of the monstrous cock inside her meets her hidden need to be handled roughly, to be overpowered, to find someone who could outdo her and claim their prize.
The goddess laughs and grunts and coos, pulling the jaguar in close. Atlatonin rubs their tits and their muscular bodies together, lifting her up so that her follower bounces on that cock.
Feliny grasps at the goddess, clinging to her with all of her strength and all of her purpose. This is what she was made for, and she loves it!
With a final roar into the night sky, the jaguar finds herself reaching orgasm. She feels the goddess's sperm shoot up into her, filling her love pocket, spilling up and into her womb directly with magical aid.
Atlatonin drops the jaguar, and Feliny lays there, her legs spread, cum oozing out of her vagina, dripping into a pool of sperm upon the ground.
"Now that," Atlatonin says, standing up, "is what I call a worthy sacrifice."
Feliny breathes heavily, reaching out towards Sandro, letting out a soft sigh. "Sandro…" she coos, "my love…."
Sandro perks up, slithering over towards her wife. "Yes, Feliny…?"
"Let's… let's both have our goddess's children… and let's raise them to be the perfect new gods we can give this world. That will be a treasure greater than any gold… a challenge better than any fight… a knowledge greater than any tome."
Sandro's eyes slit at that, and the snake hisses, moving up to the goddess. "I'm ready, my goddess," she hisses. "Take me, and I'll be an even better paramour than my wife."
"W… what?" Feliny gasps.
"Oh my, a bit of competition between the lovers, is it?" Atlatonin says. "Quite interesting indeed. If you make it through this trial with child, I'll know that you are as worthy as you claim. But, the night wears on, and my strength is returning more and more. Are you sure a little lady like yourself can take me when it's left your wife exhausted?"
"It doesn't matter what I want," the snake says. "What matters is that I become your sex toy. I want to earn that right, my goddess, and I offer myself to that position. I'll do anything, and everything you want for that position under you--to make you feel good will make me feel the best pleasure in the world!
"The fact that you have already used Feliny fills me with so much joy, my goddess. So please, let me be a part of your masturbation, too!"
The goddess presses her hand upon her shoulder and leans in. "Very well…" she growls.Atlatonin grabs her serpentine follower by the tail and the shoulder. The goddess lifts her up high and has her face the love of her life, left sprawled on the ground with the goddess's cum oozing out of her snatch.
"Both of you shall have children by me," Atlatonin growls, leaning over Sandro's shoulder, kissing at her neck. The snake tilts her head, sighing, hissing, coiling her tail along the arm that holds it.
The deific member rubs up along the snake's slit, teasing her with the slosh of her wife's fluids mixed with baby batter.
"Please," she sighs, "My goddess… this will be the greatest knowledge—to know you."
"You've known me in many forms," Atlatonin purrs, licking the cheek of her lover and follower. She presses that rod up against that slit, and the scaled body yields, Sandro's own cock twitching in happiness as her womb readies to receive Atlatonin's gift.
Sandro is smaller than her wife, making up for her lack of bulk in the length of her tail. This means that when the cock that so thoroughly filled Feliny enters her, it stretches her insides. It fills her with a mix of pleasure and pain she had not experienced in her entire time as she is.
She slips her tongue out, tasting and smelling the sex in the air. She curls her body back to give the whole of the beasts a view of her impaled form, riding on the goddess and looking as if she were some kind of sentient cock herself. Her own dick oozes at the thought of being a sleeve for the goddess, but it cries out more for her to become the mother of Atlatonin's child. That would be the most secret and sacred of treasures.
Sandro reaches behind herself, grabbing onto two of the goddess's heads and pushing out her chest. If someone were to come to see this erotic dance, they could be inspired to make a fantastic statue out of it. As it is now, the beasts who populate this jungle care not for such things, and they instead decide to recreate the scene themselves.
The entire temple compound becomes an orgy, the followers of Atlatonin showing their support of the goddess by fucking each other in the pale moonlight.
Sandro squeezes tight against his goddess's arm, feeling the last pieces of her grip on her mind falling as she's overcome with the orgasmic feeling. Warm goo shoots up into her—her goddess has claimed her—impregnated her. For the first time in her life, no, this life, Sandro has been claimed and bred by the goddess.
This isn't the first time, is it?. She thinks upon this as she collapses to the floor, lying next to Feliny, cooing as she reaches out for her wife's hand. No, there was that time when she was that servant in that faraway time, and the goddess inhabited the warrior's body. There were more—much more. She feels a swelling in her heart as she begins to realize that so long ago, she had been prepared for this moment. She comes to this realization even as the cum of her goddess drips out of her overfilled pussy. She lays there, stroking her inflated tummy, confident that this time, she will birth the child of the goddess.
Atlatonin stands tall, raising her arms to the sky. "My followers… Now is the time for the reckoning of the people! My time asleep has finished. Now is the time for humans to truly awaken as well!”
With a loud howling and roaring cheer, the beastfolk break from their couplings, the wafting of sex following them, leaving Feliny and Sandro behind.
Atlatonin squats down in front of the two of them, smiling down at each of them.
"You've done quite well," she says, "I mean it." One hand goes to pet Feliny, the other goes to pet Sandro. "I'm glad you faced my challenges and woke me. Many have tried, and yet all have failed or have turned their backs on me. But… I must know why you think that the two of you chose this course in your life? Why have you decided an entire civilization should transform like this?"
They both roll onto their backs, looking up to their goddess. Their hands are clasped firmly together, and they look at each other.
"It's simple," Feliny begins. "We love you. We live for the sexual pleasure we will provide and receive for your glory and your satisfaction. We are your toys.”
"Your realm and your civilization have been tarnished by the invading colonies," Sandro continues. "They make their money by exploiting the people here by deeming the true inheritors of this place as monsters and by making the elves lose their way. They have destroyed a beautiful… wonderful… land. Your land."
"Plus…" Feliny says, licking her lips, "there's that one other thing."
"Oh yes, Sandro says, her tongue flickering.
"Oh?" The goddess says, though she already knows the answer herself. The two lovers roll towards each other, tail and claw, whisker and scale embracing and squeezing and stroking and sighing. They enjoy the feeling of each other's bodies, desperately keeping themselves together but willing themselves to look at their goddess. Soon, though, they smile up at her, and they say. "It's because we were looking to add a bit more excitement to our lives," Sandro says.
"And these new bodies… our new places at your side," Says Feliny. "We're going to get it."
"Oh," The goddess says, standing up and looking to the moon with all of her gazes. "You don't know half of what's in store for you…!"