Vault72
patreon
AnuBeginning
🕑 Added 2020-10-31 23:29:31 +0000 UTC(contains human male to female jackle girl TF, twinning, gender bending, memory changes)
Commission for Deiser
---
Statistically flying is the safest way to travel. The problem is eventually statistics have a way of catching up. One minute you’re traveling comfortably in a quiet airline cabin, falling asleep to an overpriced movie. The next everything is spinning while you try frantically to remember which part of your seat is a floatation device.
Or in Desmond’s case, completely forget about the life vest under his seat instead.
Good thing that despite a water landing, the small assortment of people only suffered minor bumps and nausea. A well-trained crew quickly got everyone on board inflatable rafts with whatever provisions they could snag. Luck continued to hold out long enough for them to paddle their way onto a nearby island where everyone could watch their plane sink beneath the ocean currents.
While the pilots took initiative leadership to comfort distraught passengers, Desmond meandered down the beach. The middle-aged man was hardly eager for pep talks downplaying their stranded situation, nor did he want to contemplate impending problems with food and water. Still, the island itself felt pretty big. Even after climbing some higher ground into the treelines couldn’t get him a view of its edge. It was a great sign when he spotted several trees growing bundles of bananas.
Not that he was doing any survival scouting. He just hoped some sunbathing would dry out his damp brown hair and clothes. The amount of places salt water can get into a person’s body is downright scary when experienced first hand. Didn’t help his attitude that the same water destroyed most of his belongings, assuming cellphones and laptops would do any good without a way to recharge them. Only thing left was his square glasses, without which would render him practically blind.
“Hey, Des? Wait up!”
“Hm? Oh!” Desmond just climbed around a patch of large rocks when he turned to see another man in a trench coat dashing through the sands. Their leaner frame contrasted with his more chubby size, with jet black hair and half-circle glasses. “Hey Deiser. I thought you wanted to rest first.”
“Not if you’re going to be wandering off into the wilds alone. You crazy?” Deiser slowed to a stop before Desmond, hunching over with hands on knees to catch his breath. Now that he mentioned it, the passenger’s temporary beach site looked fairly distant by now. “Find anything interesting yet?”
“Bananas!” Desmond jerked his thumb up a nearby tree with a smirk. “Food might not be a problem if we’re lucky.”
“I don’t know. We only got so many cheese trays and peanuts to go around.” Deiser straightened his glasses, following Desmond along the rocky bank in their resumed march. “How big do you think this place is?”
“Pretty big, I’d say. We’re already this far and I’m just starting to see where the edge curves around.”
Deiser squinted as they reached the top. Indeed, the beach seemed to jut out a thin greasy spike of land before curving back around to vanish behind a jungle of trees and sharp hills. “Nice. This place almost looks pretty.”
“I just hope they got some wildlife.” The pair’s walk continued while Desmond turned his attention inland. There were some obvious sounds of birds chirping somewhere among the vast green maze, but no signs of tracks or markings by land creatures. “Be nice if we could get ahold of something like turtles, fish, maybe even wild pigs. Christ, I hope we don’t stay here too long, or everyone might turn savage.”
“At least we got pineapples!”
“What?”
Desmond whirled to find Deiser no longer directly behind him. The other man stood several yards past the trees where a clearing abruptly opened up, filled with thick leafed plants. In the center of each one rose a pill shaped fruit towered covered in brown prickly spines.
“Check it out!” Deiser was already ripping off a pineapple when Desmond joined his side. He turned back to his friend, holding it up with a smile. Damn thing matched the size of his head. “You won’t find beauties this big at a grocery. I can’t wait to see how sweet they are.”
Desmond would have been smiling back, but his sweeping view of the fruit patch created a much somber expression. “Assuming the owners will share, you mean?”
“What are you talking about?” Deiser already set the pineapple down in order to rip out another ripe treat. Hopefully, he didn’t plan on trying to carry back all this.
“Look. They’re all arranged in a perfect grid on raised soil patches. This is someone’s crop.”
“Whoa!” Deiser stood up cradling his second picked pineapple to realize his friend was right. On top of the mechanical placement of the big shrubs, little trenches were dug out of the dirt between them for better rain water collecting. It was a real professional gardening job. “This might be a good thing. Maybe we ended up crashing on some millionaires privet vacation island.”
Desmond gave off an amused scoff. “Oh, god. Wouldn’t that feel great to know we’re stealing Jeff Bezos pineapples. Lord knows he might make us pay for them too.”
“Not to mention the rescue.” Deiser plucked a pineapple in each hand, sliding among the patch towards its far end.
“Where are you going?”
“I just wanted to check... yes! There’s a trail over here that heads inland.”
For some reason the notion this island was inhabited, and by someone fairly competent about survival, didn’t strike Desmond as encouraging. “Pathing the edge is one thing. Should we really be going into the jungle on our own without weapons?”
“We got these!” Deiser bounced the large fruits under his armpits for emphasis. “Come on! I can’t wait to see what kind of mansion they have.”
“We don’t even know if it’s a modern society that’s-and he’s gone!” Desmond sighed, watching the other man vanish down the cleared path. They had a lot more skip to their step after acquiring an immediate food supply. There was only a moment’s hesitation before the fatter man slumped and followed.
For the first few minutes of walking, absolutely nothing of interest happened. That somehow grated on Desmond’s nerves worse than if ravenous cannibals jumped out of the bushes. Birds continued to sing somewhere off in the surrounding greeny, and sometimes he was sure they could hear running water. As far as danger goes, there seemed no tell-tale signs. In fact, there seemed to be nothing at all.
“This is really getting weird.”
“Hm?” Deiser looked over a shoulder back to Desmond. The other man had his head focused directly on the path beneath them. “What did you find?”
“Nothing!” he said flatly as they walked. “This path is perfectly clean without leaves or rocks on it, but there're no footprints of anyone maintaining this or the crops. Hell, there are not even signs of small animal tracks or anything. It just bothers me.”
“Maybe they use a vacuum cleaner?”
“On sand!?”
“Never underestimate the power of the brush attachment. Besides, there are signs of life. I see a gate ahead.”
“Oh... good?” Desmond dipped to the left, seeing past Deiser to a silver barred fence a few yards ahead.
Walls made of silver bars vanished off either side into the jungle, but given the dense foliage it might have just been a formality structure. Neither man had tools to try roaming around for an opening. The gate itself had a black ornate latch on it, shaped like some kind of long-eared dog creature, made even fancier by gold painted markings across the snout and eyes.
“I can’t tell if this is foreboding or... uh.” Desmond’s words fell off as he reached out to touch the dog latch and recoiled.
The contact caused its eyes to flip open in a reveal of bright glittering rubies, staring deep through both men. As if deciding something, the eyes clanked shut again, and the head lifted so the gate could open of its own accord.
“Cool!” Like a trailblazer, Desire walked through the opened space without a moment’s hesitation. “They got some really neat automated stuff here. I love technology.”
“Pretty sure that wasn’t electronics. I haven’t seen so much as a wire this whole walk.” Desmond mused. Damn his innate loyalty to friends. Seeing Deiser continue on down the path practically made the decision to follow absolute against all better judgement.
WHAM!!
Yeah, of course the gates would shut the second they were clear of it. Desmond whipped his head from the bars to Deiser and back. “Definitely foreboding. Hey! Wait up!”
Being suddenly cut off by random forces didn’t make so much as a blip on Deiser’s radar. The man continued cheerfully along the trail, enjoying the scenic ambience around them. Somehow the jungle became more serene the deeper they went in. Dangerous might be the last word he’d used to describe it.
Unlike Desmond, who had to partake in a burst of cardio to catch up with his friend. It didn’t help that Deiser already made his way to the top of a steep incline before suddenly stopping. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about this place was making the hair on his neck tingle. Everything was too unnaturally perfect.
Reaching the hilltop to find the path wound down into a pit further amplified the men’s opposing emotions.
“Is that a pyramid?” Deiser asked with twinkles in his smile.
“That’s... that’s a damn pyramid!” Desmond confirmed between gasping breaths. The stone pointed structure their trail led to helped him quickly forget his lack of a healthy lifestyle. “Who the fuck builds that on a tropical island?”
“Someone really awesome, I bet! Come on! We got to check this out.”
“Like hell we have t-and he’s gone.” The only comfort Desmond received for following Deiser towards the mysterious structure was that it was all downhill from here. As if sensing his discomfort, a strong wind picked up, caressing the sweat off his exposed skin on the way down. Always a refreshing experience, even when faced with suspicious circumstances.
“Whoa! Check this out,” Desire cried, running up to the alcove where a stone door rested. The thing was about twice the garage door size and probably weighed a ton. True to his nature, Deiser ran his hands over the many fresh looking hieroglyphs painted across its surface. “Someone’s been taking fantastic care of this thing. I can smell the paint.”
“Just don’t start licking it.” Now that they were at its base, Desmond couldn’t resist a bit of curiosity too. Up close he could tell the stone surface was smooth with the sunlight gleam of fresh polish. If he didn’t know better, the structure looked almost new. “Find a doorbell yet?”
“Not even a knocker. The artwork is pretty though.”
“Yeah,” Desmond mused as his eyes scanned over Deiser’s head. Someone went to a lot of trouble painting humanoids every few glyphs, all of which possessed the head of some animal. “Bet you money the artist is a furry.”
There came a soft click that made both men jump. Deiser inched his face against the stone, realizing his roaming hands finally caught on some panel mechanism. He thought it amusing that it was marked by several jackal-headed women.
“Found the door opener!”
“No, wait!”
CLUNK!!
Deiser pushed in the panel with surprising ease, feeling it catch on something after going a few inches deep.
FWOOSH!
A rush of white light washed over the guys, making them cry out, grasping for their eyes. Warmth radiated across their skin even through clothes, causing a break out of goose bumps. A few seconds later and there came a sudden feeling of falling before the experience faded to black.
Even with colorful rainbow spots blinding them, Desmond could immediately tell they were no longer outside. The nature ambience vanished along with the fresh air circulation. He only needed one awkward step to feel the ground under them was solid and smooth, definitely not sand.
“What happened?” he heard Deiser groan from somewhere to the left.
“Call me crazy, but I think we just got teleported.”
“Really? That’s so cool.”
“Assuming we weren’t called for a blood sacrifice, maybe.”
“What kind of magic user needs blood offerings in this day and age?”
“...that is the weirdest question I’ve ever heard you ask...so far.”
“Thanks. Oh, neat!” The bubbles slowly faded away while Deiser stood patiently. His reward was a rather amazing view of an altar room. Its four sloping walls of glass offered window views of the pit outside, with stone carved pillars helping to support the ceiling. At its center rose a platform with a table displaying a manner of clothes fresh out of ancient times. “Check it out! Skirts, headdresses, and bracers! I never thought I’d see old-fashioned egyptian cotton.”
“I’m more concerned about where we are.” Desmond glanced around, finding no signs of an exit. Geez, even the floor and roof got glyph paintings.
“Looks like we’re at the top of the pyramid.”
“How can you... oh…” One look out a window-wall made Desmond cringe at his own ignorance. The view showed everything of the pyramids outside going down to the ground. Shame they weren’t high enough to see over the jungle. “Okay, the one way magic windows are impressive, or we would have definitely noticed them. Still doesn’t explain why we got teleported here.”
<BECAUSE I’M SO HAPPY TO FINALLY HAVE COMPANY. WELCOME MORTALS!!>
“ARGH!!” Deiser gripped his head, surprised by the booming voice filling his thoughts. It was like the speaker had a megaphone against his ears. “W-who said that? Why so damn loud!?”
<OH! I’M SOR... I mean, sorry! It’s been so long since I’ve had to communicate with something besides birds and pigs. It’s easy to forget how much volume is required for words.>
“We’ve already been blinded, deafening just seemed like the next logical step.” Desmond shook his head, trying to make the ear ringing stop. “Are you an island god or something?”
<Island god? Ha! I am Rotrix, goddess of shelter. It is my sacred duty given by Osiris to help lost travelers in need, no matter if you come from the great empire of Egypt or far-off lands.>
“But…” Desmond sucked in a breath, unsure about the consequences of his next thought. “This is the caribbean.”
<The what now?>
“Yeah,” Deiser chimed in. “You’re like hundreds of miles away from Egypt. A whole ocean across, in fact.”
<... THOSE LYING MOTHER FUCKERS!! No wonder I haven’t gotten a worshiper in... what year is it?>
Deiser swallowed. “Uh, twenty-twenty... AD.”
<ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? For the love of fuck. Yeah, ‘take a border position, Rotrix. It’ll be great for the kingdom’s commerce’ my ass, Horus! I went to sleep for a decade and those stuck up snubs moved my whole temple to another continent!?>
What followed was a lot of rapid mumbling sounds Desmond could only assume was the language of old Egypt. While waiting for this really upset goddess to finish venting, he risked a glance at Deiser. In a surprisingly rare occasion, the more laid back man could only give a helpless shrug in return.
<Okay... okay! I’m back. Sorry. I’m just... mmm fuckers! If I ever get back, I’m going to shave Bast’s tail and piss in Ra’s goblet. You can’t just shove out a shelter goddess. What if a plague hits the population?>
There was a synchronized cringe between the two guys in the room. Desmond could not stop himself from uttering, “Boy, you have been here a while.”
<What’s that supposed to mean?!>
Thankfully, Deiser acted fast. “Uh, o-only that we are in need of a goddess of your skills right now!”
<Oh! Yes, of course. How selfish of me, rambling about my problems when it was your plight that brought me to you. So sorry. At least you guys liked my pineapples.>
“Hey! Getting screwed by friends is never pleasant,” Desmond offered meekly. Having no clue where to look when addressing a disembodied goddess didn’t help. “Shame we can’t help each other out.”
<Actually, if you’re offering... I could use a lot of help after being isolated for centuries.>
“What’s wrong?” Deiser asked, oblivious to Desmond’s panicked look.
<Let’s just say a god’s worth is proportional to those that worship. So few people know of my existence that I lack the power to take a physical form for you. What I need are heralds; avatars of my creed helping their fellow mortals by channeling my powers. I can easily sustain you and everyone still on my beach with food and shelter in this temple, but if I had two high priestesses acting on my behalf, we could provide them a luxury experience until help arrives. Hell, we might even get me some more followers to help spread the word.>
Deiser stroked his chin for a few seconds and gave Desmond a grin. “That sounds really awesome.”
“You think so?!”
“I mean, how often does a god offer you a chance to be their herald? We even get cool powers off the deal.”
“Yeah, that sounds a lot better than a blood sacrifice. I guess I’d be interested.” Desmond couldn’t help but chuckle. The idea sounded way too tempting to pass up. “Wait, didn’t she specify the word ‘priestess?’”
“We’ll do it!”
<FANTASTIC!> Another flash of light washed over the men, this time bathing them in soft pillars that barely affected their sight. <OPEN YOURSELVES AND ACCEPT MY GIFTS!!>
The light would have been relaxing, but considering it also burned away their clothes, Desmond found himself anything but that. “Deiser! Whatever happens next is entirely your fault.”
“Mmmh! But it’s so cool!” Deiser rolled his head, completely overwhelmed by the light of a goddess. Every inch of his being tingled with the stroking of Rotrix’s essence, even his mind felt lost in a pool of endless joy. Becoming rapidly naked didn’t feel like a problem. In fact, it just gave the light more areas to shine on.
And also allowed them to see the other intentions their goddess had in store. Even before their shirts fully melted away Desmond saw a lot of drastic changes on his friend’s body, feeling the same effects enforced upon his own. Apparently Rotrix wanted to save some energy by doing both of them at once.
The sagging pudge shifted under his skin, smoothing out a once flab stomach to better show off a drastically tapering waist. It was like watching a tube of toothpaste being squeezed in the middle. Half the mass shot into Deiser’s chest, pushing it out into two very large mounds. The areola’s rode atop them, being stretched by the new girth until nearly doubled in size. That must have drastically increased their sensitivity, judging by the way Deiser caressed them with a moan. His voice already sounded a few octaves higher.
The other half of both men’s pudge plummeted into their pelvis. Something that alarmed Desmond way more than his suddenly gained tits. Both hands slammed onto his cheeks only to get forcefully shoved back several inches. Rich fat billowed out his backside soft enough to flow between the space of his fingers. Within seconds he went from fighting them to gently kneading the glutes together, biting his lower lip to stifle a squeal. When their hips broadened for proper child barring shapes, it gave him even more ass to play with.
“Mmmhhh fuck!”
Another, stronger, sting hit their groins, earning a gasp way too feminine for their still male heads. Neither wanted to watch, but sure enjoyed the sensations of their masculine defining characteristics shifting away. Buxom female torsos wiggled to their helpless groans of pleasure as their insides yawned open to connect a tunnel into a developing, unfamiliar organ. As their thighs pressed together, plumping into meaty killer curves, the sensation of having something hard faded completely. In its place came an internal throbbing void that drizzled warm moisture across their leg fur.
“Wait!” Desmond gasped, surprised by how breathy and regal her voice sounded. She finally pried off her own ass to examine her arms. Unlike the thick strength of her legs, they were slimming down into lean beautiful limbs of a princess. More importantly was the way her former man's hair thickened out, sprouting thousands of more fibers to coat her skin in silky brown fur. This spread out to encompass every inch of her new body, reaching her feet just as they began thickening out to become canine paws. “I knew it! We’re going to be furries.”
“That’s not so bad, right?” Deiser hadn’t taken as much interest in the fur, though she couldn’t stop lifting her legs to try getting a better glance at the large pads under each plump paw toe. “At least we’re sexy.”
“Pfft! I guess…” Desmond hated to admit just how awesome a point Deiser made. Most people in the fandom often dream of becoming their avatars, or at least something smoking hot like them. Even when their fingers grew out claws, it was with a manicured shape that added to their dainty fingers charm.
“Arrgh?” Deiser leaned back, going cross-eyed. “Oh, hey! Big finale coming up.”
Desmond didn’t need to question it, being overrun with the feeling of intense pressure in her jaws too. Her nose became increasingly easier to see around their peripheral vision thanks to a rapid swelling and darkening pigmentation.
CHRRT! SCRUNCH! POP! POP!
“Oh fuuuuck!!” The prolonged cry came out in surprise and droned on into drunken pleasure. Desmond wasn’t sure, but the process of her face grinding out into a jackals muzzle might have triggered an orgasm or two. Her tongue rolled out of extending lips, dangling at increasing lengths while she panted in a daze. Teeth itched slightly in development of sharp points while even more pierced through the empty gum space.
“Arf! Arf!” Was all Deiser could get out while experiencing the same joy of developing a canine’s face. A few more cracks inside their slimming necks and both changing women found even their barks came out as a feminine serenade.
POIT!
A slight tickle went barely unnoticed as the pair’s hair rained across their furry shoulders, growing to the same length down their upper backs. It was a tremendous rush of joy for Desmond especially, not having to worry about going bald ever again. From deep under their thicker glossy manes some alien muscles suddenly made their ears twitch, shooting them up to rest atop their heads as foot long pointed triangles.
“So cool!” Deiser chimed, feeling the new dog ears. With some focus she could make them bend, though they recoiled on instinct to her touch. “It’s this amazing, Anbs-1.”
“I’ll say,” Desmond agreed, noticing the light Rotrix washed around them fade away. That must have meant their ‘recruitment’ as heralds was over. She twisted around, just as amazed by her thin stomach’s limberness as her butt’s generous size. “I’ve never felt better, Anbs-2. I’m so glad you brought me here.”
“Thanks, but why are you calling me that?”
“Woof? What’d I call you?”
“You just called me Anbs-2”
“But that’s your name, silly. The goddess gave it to you herself.”
Deiser shook her head, trying to ignore the pleasing fluttering of her hair. “Is that... right? I don’t think my name is Anbs-2. I could have sworn it was Anbs-2, and your name is Anbs-1.”
“Is it?” Desmond scratched at her chin, unsure of a strange feeling, like she forgot something important. “Wasn’t my name Anbs-1 this morning? Why am I suddenly Anbs-1?”
“Wait, isn’t that the same name?”
“I guess so. Hehe. Wait, what was the problem?”
“I don’t know!” Anbs-2 admitted with a sheepish grin. Hands folded behind her back to rest atop her mutually plump rear. “You know me, always having those derpy moments.”
“It’s one of the many reasons I love ya, twin sister.” Anbs-1 barked a laugh, pulling her double into a hug. Neither could understand that brief anxiety, but if they lost some memories, they probably weren’t worth remembering, anyway. Besides, having their breasts dock together in a tight squish was always relaxing.
<Oh, dear! I didn’t mean to blast them with a complete transformation. Fucking Anubis and his mind scramble spells. Hopefully, I can change that back when we get more followers.>
“What’s that goddess?” The pair of jackal anthros separated. Like a pair of disciplined soldiers, they assumed a stiff attention posture side by side, speaking in perfect unison as if their minds were one.
<I said we should get you ladies dressed. Dear me, you’ll catch a cold in just that lovely fur.>
A ruffling drew the dog girl’s long ears back, but neither dared move without permission. The clothing spread across the table behind them came to life in a flourish. Like an angry swam, garments flew around the girls, applying themselves on the intended segments of their buxom bodies.
Cotton skits coiled around their hips, hanging in a gentle caress down to their knees. One half dyed a bright blue to compliment its white half while an ankh hung off a loop on its belt. Going with it was a simple white top. It’s thin cut left a lot of supported cleavage exposed along with their upper bodies.
Golden bands came next; wrapping around their biceps and wrist. Three more clipped in a pile up their necks to go with a blue and gold necklace. Much larger gold cups attached to the ends of their hair to help it hang in a solid state. Clumps from either side received smaller gold clips so they could hang forwards on either side of their pronounced chest. As a final touch wisps of gold paint appeared in the air, applying itself into stylized make-up around their eyes and muzzles.
<Not my best touch up job, but I haven’t done this in years...or had anyone to do this on. Still, you both look absolutely gorgeous.>
“Thank you, goddess!”
<... Okay, you girls don’t have to do the unison speech. I’m a goddess, and even I think it’s weird.>
“Sorry!” The jackal girls exchanged a worried look before gazing back to the ceiling. Their actions remained synchronized down to every blink. “Sorry, goddess!”
<Okay, that’ll be a work in progress. For now, you two better gather up some food. There are a lot of lost humans still on my beach. I must get busy using the energy your love gives me to make them all beds for tonight.>
“Of course, Goddess!” Anbs-2 clapped her hands, breaking their matching display first. “I can’t wait for them to taste my pineapple tarts.”
Anbs-1 smirked at her sister. “I better gather water. All that sugar poison of yours might kill them otherwise.”
“Hey! It’s not that bad!”
The pair of jackals giggled. Anbs-1 offered an arm that Anbs-2 gleefully locked with. Together they turned towards the window that faced the plane crash that brought them here and walked together in long strides. The thick-shaped outlines developed an aura of blue energy that slowly turned their features corporeal. By the time they reached it, the glass barrier became a non-issue. They phased through it using new found god magic to float like phantoms among the treetops towards an unexpected audience.
“I hope we’re lucky and some of them want to join us as sisters,” Anbs-2 bubbly voice carried through the trees.
