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Inus Though normally hot and humid during the day, the capitol city of Eva cools rapidly just after sunset. This is typical of many places in the Kingdom of Orlo. However, Dara Nayan was pleased that it was not raining this night, unlike the previous two. The roof crawl space and rafters, which were fifty feet above the floors, did not leak, but the moisture was persistent in trying to penetrate the wooden beams and tiled shingles of the building. To hide better he had only worn a black loincloth in which he hid a black bladed long knife. He had also smeared his swarthy skin with dark ash to further blend into the shadows. The race of sharp oval eyed humans known as Ginda were normally a deep brown skinned people, but it didn't hurt to be careful when trying to hide from observant eyes. He was curious as to why the architect had built this area with such large vent holes under the eaves. Most were only a foot or so wide, but a couple were big enough for a young man such as himself to squeeze through; especially one without clothes or gear. It was impossible to keep out roof rats, but he assumed that one would wish to keep out "street rats" such as himself. Still, he was happy with the situation. As an excellent adventurer (or what many merchants would call a thief), he almost never made a noise or movement, which would give himself away to the monks below. On those occasions when such did happen, he would make a slight imitation of a squeak, and the monks below were content to assume that indeed it was a rodent up above. The Temple of Dambalo the Enlightened did not allow for violence, not even the use of ratting cats and dogs used by many to control such problems. So, along with his "brothers" the rats, Dara had spent the last couple of days in and out of the rafters, where he observed the actions of the monks. He was especially interested in two things. One was the shrine itself, located at the center of the red carpeted inner sanctum. This room was rather large, allowing the hundred or so monks who lived here to easily crowd about the ten foot tall, huge box-like structure of smooth ebony- wood. During prayer the walls of the box opened out like doors, and the idol of Dambalo and the flanking statues of the guardian Inus could be seen from all four sides. Following the lead of aged Master Charan, the head of the temple, the monks would meditate together. Then they would start chanting their mindless droning, with shaved and empty heads, all the while the golden idol would twinkle with gemstones. However, when visitors came the doors were closed tight. The older monks of the temple directed the younger ones to take the various offerings of food, liquor and money and lay them upon the low, ebony wood tables placed about the shrine. Then the older monks would dispense advice and wisdom to the visitors. Dara had seen farmers and craftsmen come to ask how they could better improve their conditions or fight illness. He had seen the merchants ask how they could be wealthy, yet have wisdom to share their wealth and rid themselves of the bad karma that such wealth brought with it. Even the lords and ladies of the city came for political advise, bearing the burdens of making decisions that affected the lives of thousands, for good or ill. The monks always gave answers which, while sometimes cryptic, seemed to be meant to aid people without using violent of deceptive methods. And they also espoused that happiness came when one denied self, and gave to those less fortunate. But Dara wasn't concerned with wisdom. When he several times caught glimpses of the large idol on its pedestal, his mouth had almost watered at the sight. Up in the rafters, he had only caught brief images of the idol and it's two guards, but he had been impressed. He guessed that the lotus kneeling statue was probably gold plated and bejeweled, and definitely had gems for eyes. Dara wanted to climb down and observe more, but he was sure that the monks would object to such an act. He almost chuckled out loud. The Cult of Dambalo was renowned for it's intensely Spartan lifestyle. The male only monks ate the blandest food, drank nothing but water, and had no personal possessions at all. Not even their robes and prayer wheels were theirs. Yet, they sat and prayed every day around an image of gold and jewelry, and meanwhile poor Dara lived by his wits with a grandfather to support, alone. Of course, the monks often gave money to the impoverished, including Dara and his grandfather. But it was never enough to get out of the crowded and filthy slums and into the finer life which Dara felt that he and his kin were due to have. Which brought him to the second thing of interest. Amongst the youngest monks, called initiates, was a familiar face. It was his cousin, Pamu Nayan, who now wore the bright white robe of cloister. One day Pamu had just come home to the hovel where they all had lived together, and announced that he was going to become a monk. Dara had been somewhat shocked at first, and then very skeptical, but grandfather had nearly gone mad. "Boy, boy, have you not remembered the dangers of the Temple of Dambalo?!" he wailed. "Did you not believe me when I told you the awful story of how I was ruined by the demons that guard that place? How when my friend and I tried to rob the idol, we were attacked by the those horrors? Remember how I have warned you not to even go there and pray for help and succor, lest you be cursed for carrying my blood?" "You mean the Inus?" Pamu replied. "Speak not their name!" the old man cried out. "They were horrible! To this day, I feel that they caught and consumed my old friend." He gave an intense shudder, and his eyes opened wide. "The screams he gave off when he was caught by the fiends! I have never heard such a thing since that day. And in the morning... the monks threw bones into a pit!" - "Bones?" Dara had laughed. "Of course they threw out bones. It's a garbage pit well behind the main building. The monks do have to eat, you know!" "Yes," the elder nodded, then added, "but the monks are vegetarians!" "Well," Pamu said with a look of determination, "this life is leading us no where. We are two teenage men, living with an old crazy man. Our fathers and mothers have all gone missing or abandoned us. I'm not spending the rest of my life here in the slums. I want to be a monk! Who knows, may be when I reach a position of power and trust, perhaps I can see to it that their charitable work comes more your way." "No!" grandfather exclaimed. "I want nothing of that accursed place! If you go there, then you are nothing to me and Dara. You are as good as dead!" Dara had watched his grandfather with a mixture of interest and annoyance. He liked his grandfather, but could not help but feel that the old man had lost his self control, and had allowed the monks to scare him so witless that he was just a shadow of his former self. Grandfather had been a great thief in his day, but now, well... he was next to useless. The best thing he could do now was cook rice, and give some advice on how to pull off jobs that he was now too cowardly to do. As for Pamu, well, Dara had a strange mix of envy and admiration for him. Pamu was an excellent "procurer" of various valuable trinkets. Together, they had done well with hitting poorly guarded houses or fat and careless merchants. But they also had developed a strong sense of competition, each trying to outdo the other. This crossed over into other things, besides lucrative lifting. They both admired, and were admired by numerous ladies, from the whores of the slums to the bright doe-eyed daughters of the upper quarter. Both boys were handsome, strong, and quick with wit and knife. Many dusty- skinned and silk-clad girls danced for them when they came back from a good haul, throwing gold at their pretty feet. And they did more than dance... But, eventually, the two would both eye the same girl, and she would play them against each other. Arguments would occur, and finally to avoid bad blood they would both admit that, well, she wasn't really that pretty anyway. Then, they would both walk away from the situation, promising to meet back at grandfather's. Much to his jealous nature, Dara knew that more often than not the girl in question would end up stalking after Pamu. Then it would be Dara who ended up alone with a cold bed that night. Still, Dara couldn't stay mad at him. Pamu was just, well, very charming. Even other guys liked him. Girls were crazy for him. Rumor even had it that Pamu liked to occasionally roll young boys in his bed sheets. It was these things more than anything else that made Dara doubt that Pamu could become a monk of Dambalo. How could such a horny young bastard ever give up the joys of flesh? Yet, there he was, sitting along with the other monks, trying his damned best to fit in with them and hum the hums and sing the songs. Dara found a strange satisfaction in watching Pamu practice the art of just standing still and staring for several hours at a crack on the wall. Then he and the other initiates were told by Master Charan that they must resist the unwholesome desires of the flesh, which held the spirit to the physical world and kept men from enlightenment. The ancient monk said that if their faith held, they would slowly but surely find all desire leaving their bodies, and they would walk the path of enlightenment. Dara thought that it must be killing Pamu, knowing that while he played the part of a pious worshiper, in the great shrine behind him was enough wealth to buy the favors of a hundred whores for life! Oh well, Dara felt that it would all be for the better. If Pamu was faking being a monk, that meant that he was intending to rob the temple, and succeed where grandfather had failed. The loot would be incredible, and all of them could finally quit this life and start over. If Pamu was sincere about being a monk, then it meant that he had left "the game", and now the field was clear for Dara to claim as much swag and flesh as he could grab. It sounded like no matter how it turned out, it was good for Dara. However, there was one catch... Dara's ego wouldn't let it go. HE had to be the one to rob the temple. If Pamu did it, and Dara wasn't part of the job, then that would prove that Pamu truly was the greatest thief. If Pamu was intending to be a monk, then if Dara robbed the idol then Dara would know he was the best, and could tell Pamu this with a smiling face. And so, the stealing of some gold and gems had come to mean more to Dara than just quick wealth. It had become the proof that he no longer need Pamu, nor grandfather, nor anyone. So, this night, he decided to make his move. The last two days and nights he had come and gone at different hours to case the temple, and watch the movements of the monks. At night, they all retired to the dormitories to the east of the building after putting out the cooking fires in the west. The dorms were separated into five areas, and the monks slept in small hard beds surrounded by netting used to ward off insects. Being not even through his first year, Pamu was in a small dorm with four other youngsters in what was called the "seedling" ward. The other dorms were called spring, summer, autumn, and winter depending on the age of the monk. Of course, the temple was very old and had a dozen members in the winter dorm, one of which was Master Charan himself. After a year of probation, Pamu would be moved to the spring dorm, where the youngest monks, those in the teens and twenties would live. Each of these dorms had a small gate leading to them, and this was barred at night from within. It probably wouldn't be hard to jimmy open the latch with a knife blade, but the monks had nothing of value to Dara. He just wanted a chance to speak to Pamu alone, but it was looking like that would be impossible. One bit of good news, was that there were no guards at all in the place, and no sign of any wizardry on the part of the monks. Of course the monks themselves were quite knowledgeable in various forms of hand to hand combat, but all of them, except for Master Charan slept at night. It was for this reason that Dara had found it so easy to move about in the dimness and spy out the lay of the building. Now that it was the middle of the night, at the point when he would go home and rest, he now knew that it was time to move. He had waited long enough. For an accomplished and athletic young man, scaling down the huge wooden columns around the room was easy. With his long knife clenched in his teeth, he landed with cat-like grace and glanced about. Light from the half-moon streamed in through slits in the window covers, giving him some light to work with. He had trained himself to listen carefully for sounds and to sense the motion of breezes on his skin, all signs of the movement of people in the area. It was very quiet. Good, that would make it easy. Taking and lighting a lamp from a nearby table, he quietly padded past the tables covered with food and drink for the god, and up to the wooden doors of the shrine. Amazingly, as he touched them to study the hinge design and search for possible locks, they simply swung open. He jumped back almost instantly, and stared. Even in this light, the idol seemed to shine with a holy radiance, that left him wondering about the wisdom of his actions. Still, neither the golden form nor the two dark crouching ones flanking it showed any sign of movement. Given also the fact that he had not been struck by lightning nor swallowed up by the earth, he felt that he was quite safe. Advancing slowly, he studied the idol. Dambalo was plated with a sheet of thin gold, and his eyes were two large rubies. The figure wore necklaces and beads of silver and small gemstones. Its fingers bore many rings and its arms bracelets. Dara began to slowly gather up the beads and chains, and wove them into his loin cloth. He told himself to forget about the gold plating. Removing it would make too much noise and take too much time. Besides, the jewels alone would be worth more than he had ever gathered before in the whole of his life. As he moved up the statue and slowly pried out the ruby eyes, he noticed something. The god Dambalo was completely androgynous, having no sexual character at all. It seemed to be just a young and sad looking boy, and not even nipples nor navel were present. Dara guessed that this fit with the attitude of the religion, and the desire to suppress all want. He had heard a monk lecture on the "sexless" nature of the spirit, and that Dambalo was the perfect form of humanity, uncorrupted by concepts like gender. Dara snorted slightly. "Who cares?" he thought to himself. "Go ahead and try to reach the impossible mountain peak. I'll walk the path of sunshine and take my chances in the next incarnation I take!" As he jumped down from the idol's lap, he decided to check out the two Inus statues. As he approached one, he saw how they sat with their backs to the god, as two large humans squatting on their haunches. As a cloud shifted and moonlight drifted onto one of them, he was suddenly taken aback and gasped out loud. In stark contrast to their frail and sexless god, the seven foot tall (if it had been standing) Inus was a creature both frightening and sensuous. Though he had first thought it to be shaped like a man, it was much more bestial than that. It's body was vaguely human in shape, sleek and yet rippling with muscles. Despite it's masculine arms and legs fitting of a warrior, it had a curvaceous bottom fitting that of the finest woman. From above the crack of its butt was a tail similar to that of a feline, with a thick coat. As he moved about to its front, he noticed other things that he found fascinating. The overall look of the artwork was that of a powerful feline-like animal, sculpted to show a furred skin. It's ears were flapped out, and came up through its thick mane of hair that cascaded like a mane over its back and shoulders. From the top of its head grew a single straight spiraled horn, nearly six inches long. Its vaguely female human face had feline features and feral eyes. However, it was not set in a ferocious snarl as he expected of a guardian beast; instead it had a kind of pleasant, if leering grin. It seemed to him that the statue knew that a joke was about to be played out, but Dara wondered what the punch line was. It bothered him, but still it was an attractive face; both handsome and beautiful at the same time... As he looked it over, he saw that the Inus had large claws on its hind paw-like feet, and even it's more human looking hands, which rested on its knees, were furred and clawed as well. To match the voluptuous ass, the statue had not one, but two pairs of full and lovely breasts, sculpted with hardened nipples pushing out of the carved fur patterns. He was stunned by the detail of the piece, especially after the bland look of the idol itself. Almost without realizing what he was doing, he reached out and stroked one of the breasts. It was then that he noticed that the nipple was pierced with a delicate, silver ring. Suddenly Dara's greed replaced his admiration of the Inus's workmanship, and he began running his hands all over it. Each of the other nipples were also pierced, and there was a ring of silver in its nose. Oh what luck; more booty easy to carry off! He noticed glitters of metal from its stomach area. He lowered his head to check the fingers and other places for loot. It was then that he noticed a disturbing fact about the statue. As he looked down between its legs, he rose up and nearly hit his head on the lower jaw of the Inus. Where the crotch was, he saw a massive stone penis, at least ten or eleven inches long, carved to look as though it had a thick foreskin over most of it. In the end of the cock was set a large silver ring, and beneath this monsterous member was a large ballsack, pierced on both sides with smaller silver rings. This creature, which seemed to reek of sexuality, was female above the waist, but male below! Dara stared at it some more, and backed away. He went about the other side, and checked out the statue there. It was very much like the other one, only the face seemed stern, older and wiser. It stared at him with a visage that peered into his very soul, and made him feel afraid, like he was being judged by a greater power. Dara wondered if this is what had frightened grandfather so many years ago. But as he noticed that the piercings of this statue's breasts and nose were made of gold, his sense of caution began to evaporate faster. He bent down carefully and checked out the figure's groin. Yes, like the other one, it too had a huge cock and sack, also pierced with gold. Dara began to look around frantically, trying to find something to pry or smash the statues with and release the rings from their stony prison. He eventually decided that if he was careful, he could chip away with the heavy butt of his long knife, and obtain the treasure. However, as he approached the wiser Inus, he suddenly felt a strange sensation; it was as though this creature was too noble and beautiful to deface. He went to the other one, and suddenly realized that it was too pretty to scar. Somehow Dara, who had had no trouble with robbing and defiling Dambalo, couldn't bring himself to molest these two figures. Finally, he just turned away and left, closing the doors behind him. He satisfied himself with the explanation that the chipping would have made too much noise and taken too long anyway. Yes, that had to be the reason... He reached down into his loin cloth, and felt a strong bulge. During his time with the Inus, he had gotten a raging hard on, and it was chafing against the gems and such he had stuffed down there. The figures were just too damned attractive, and it was time for him to leave... quickly. Snuffing out the lamp, he prepared to climb back to the roof and go, but Dara couldn't stop thinking about Pamu. Could Pamu really be happy here? And if the monks noticed the robbery, which they were sure to during the morning prayers, wouldn't they be likely to blame the newest monks for it? What if they knew about his cousin's shady past? Dara decided that although it might be dangerous, he had to sneak into the dorms and find Pamu. He could show him the jewels he had stolen, not to gloat at him, but to entice him into coming home again. Then they could all share the treasure and escape to better places. It would be a risk, as Pamu might turn him in to the monks, but for all of his jealousy Dara knew Pamu was family and he had to take the chance. As he approached the main east hallway, Dara noticed a lone figure pacing towards him. He quickly dodged aside, and wedged himself between two narrow columns along the hall entrance. Then he quietly crawled up to ceiling level, and looked down. The old monk, Master Charan passed under him, walking slowly like a somnambulist. While it was difficult to see his face, Dara noticed that the aged one moved as if he was under an enchantment. He was heading in the direction of the sanctuary, and Dara feared that the robbery would be discovered already. Yet, the old man walked like the living dead, his hands seeming to reach out as though grasping at something. While he had his long knife in his teeth, Dara was loath to use it. In all his career he had only killed a few times, and they were mostly thieves from the clans and guilds hostile to him and his family. The others had been over aggressive guards, who are paid to take death as a risk. An old holy man was a completely different matter. Dara might go to hell for his sins and be reborn as a slug, but he wasn't going to carry such a karmic weight and damn himself to a dark dissolution as a fiend. So, he decided that he would crawl up into the rafters and hide there for a while. If an alarm was raised, he would leave. If all was quiet, he would come back down and look again for Pamu. As time went by, and the moonlight traveled across the wooden hallway floor, he knew that midnight had come and gone. No alarm had been raised, and he had heard nothing of monks speaking or moving about. He slid back down from his hiding place, and swiftly moved down the east hall to the dorms. As he approached the small gate to the wing where the initiates slept, he was surprised to find that it had already been opened slightly. Crouching down carefully, he slowly opened the door and saw a golden glow of lamplight ahead. As he slowly crawled on his hands and knees, he noticed an intense odor. It was like a cross between the sweetest perfume and the strongest musk. It made his head spin, and he had to stop and shake himself to throw off the effect. Even then, he noticed that his manhood had again become erect, and stiff as an eight inch rod. What could possibly be in this room that could create such an scent? He continued on and peered around the corner. What he saw stunned him with disbelief. The five monks that lived in this room lay upon their cots, but they were not asleep. Except for an occasional blinking, each had a glazed look to his eyes that told Dara that they could not be aware of their surroundings. They were still and quiet, wearing nothing but loin cloths. The netting had been taken down by a figure which made Dara nearly scream. It was an Inus, a real living one! The creature's silver fur rippled over its muscular frame, and with each move of its head its mane swept about wildly, and it's pierced cock and breasts jiggled seductively. The creature seemed not to notice his presence, though Dara would have thought that its sense of smell would have given him away. Of course, it was possible that its own musk was so strong that it couldn't smell him around the corner. The demon moved about the monks, poking and prodding them as though testing to see if they would move. Other than occasional moans or grunts, the monks seemed unaware of the creature being with them. The Inus strode over to a young monk, and with its tongue licking its jaws, pulled the boys' loin cloth from him. Dara nearly fainted with terror. Grandfather was right; the creature was a carnivore! Dara closed his eyes as he could not bring himself to witness the next gory sights. But, what happened next was quite unexpected. Instead of the tearing of flesh and cracking of bone, he heard a sucking, slurping sound, followed by an intense moaning cry of pleasure. Was the fiend somehow, like a spider, sucking out the youngster's internal fluids? Against better judgment, which told him to flee, he opened his eyes and looked again around the corner. Well, it was sucking fluids of a sort. The Inus had spread the boy's legs, and had buried its head in his crotch and was giving him an intense blow job. Meanwhile the boy, still acting as though under some kind of spell, moaned and squealed with joy. He ran his fingers up and down the Inus's horn and through its mane. This seemed to inflame the monster's passions even more, and soon it was working its mouth and tongue over both cock and balls, while its soft velvet paws ran up and down over the boy's hardening nipples and smooth ass. Finally, the lad spasmed with orgasm, and the Inus gently lowered him back onto the bed as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber. Cleaning him with its tongue, it then replaced his loin cloth and the netting about the bed. Then it moved over to the next initiate, and proceeded to carry out the same activity. Dara watched with horror and fascination as the scene repeated, and then repeated again with a third. He noticed that Pamu was the last in line for this treatment. Was this creature some kind of sexual vampire? And what was the effect of this drain? In any case, Dara rose silently, and began to back away. He didn't want to leave Pamu to his doom, but grandfather's fear was beginning to affect him now, and he couldn't help but want to flee. As he stepped back, he suddenly backed into a solid mass of fur, muscles, and breasts, and a wave of musk washed over him. As his heart sank into his stomach, he remembered that there had been two statues... Suddenly, Dara's combat training kicked in. Despite being terrified and yet aroused(?), he dropped to the floor and tumbled to the monster's left. Though the creature was fast with it's hugging motion, he was faster and leapt up from the floor while thrusting with his knife. The blade buried itself through the black fur in the midst of those four huge breasts, and onwards through the heart. The furry fiend shoved him violently away, convulsing from the fatal blow. Only, it wasn't fatal. As Dara jumped up again, the creature withdrew the knife from its chest, and offered it to him hilt first. Dara's mind was dumbfounded as he saw the wound rapidly seal up, but his instincts were still running high despite the overwhelming and lovely odor of the Inus's fur. His hand shot out and grabbed the hilt of the razor sharp blade. With all his strength, he whipped his arm around, and severed the thing's thick arm at the elbow. Had his senses been clearer, he would have congratulated himself on such a fine hit. Showing no sign of distress, the Inus gave a snarl of anger and backhanded him across the side of his skull, jarring his head violently and stunning him. As the force of the attack flung him to the ground, the blade skittered away from his hand. Normally, he should have dodged the swing, but the narcotic effects of the beast's scent was finally affecting him, and he was getting sluggish. He felt its foot push down upon his chest, and then it sat down on to his stomach. Now it was over. As he looked up at his captor, another act of magic left him feeling hopeless. The younger silver Inus came up bearing the dark one's arm. It handed it to the dark one, and said, "You know mastress, if you hadn't of caught him, I was going to get him instead." Apparently, it had known that Dara had been watching it all along. The dark one took its arm and said, "Oh, thank you Parsin, I was looking for this." It pressed the arm's elbow end to its stump, and within seconds the two had fused together. There wasn't even a seam or scar to show that the limb had ever been hacked off. Dara knew he was doomed, as they seemed un-killable. "No," the dark one said to him, "we are immortal, and very, very tough, but we are not indestructable. You just don't know how to do it." Dara wasn't sure what was more disturbing: The matter of fact way in which it talked to him, or the fact that it could talk at all. Or, perhaps it was the way its pierced twelve inch dong kept whacking him in the face as it straddled his chest. The silver furred Parsin spoke, "Mastress Amal, did you finish the monks in the summer dorms?" "Yes my dear, I did," replied the dark furred Amal. "Winter had nothing, and there was only one in autumn. Summer had three. Are you finished here?" Parsin smiled broadly, a big predatory smile, "All but the last two. Then we'll go on to the spring dorms. There should be over a dozen there to attend to!" The Inus reached down and stroked its large dick. Then she leaned over and deep kissed her mastress, their cat tongues rubbing against each other with passion. Dara thought that the creatures seemed utterly shameless in their sexuality, but then demons were known to be depraved. Amal suddenly looked down at him and snarled, "WE are Inus, not demons! We are the sacred protectors of the Temples of Dambalo the Enlightened, not monsters that exist to harm people! Show us respect!" Dara wondered if they could somehow read his mind. Dara should have been more terrified, but something was happening inside him. Either an unexpected spring of courage was welling up, or the delicious scent of the Inus had removed fear from his understanding. Either way, he sighed and said, "I'll show you whatever respect you wish, but either free me or slay me." The one named Parsin said, "Well, first we'll take back what rightfully belongs to our Lord and Master." It pulled off his loin cloth, and unrolled it on the floor. Dara saw it scoop up the treasures, and then use the cloth to create a bundle to carry them in. "Well," Dara said gently, "I guess I won't be needing that if you're going to eat me anyway." Amal suddenly gave a hearty laugh, and so did Parsin. In fact, Parsin laughed so hard that it rolled on to its back for a few seconds. "Eat you?" Amal snickered. "No dear, there is no violence in this temple. Strictly taboo, by order of our Master." Dara rubbed the sore spot on the side of his head. "No violence?" ' "Oh, well, I am allowed to protect myself. If I had used my claws on a full blow, I would have ripped your head off and sent it down the hall." Dara shuddered, as he had no doubt that it spoke the truth. "So, what now?" he asked sheepishly. "Well, we have a special way of dealing with those who defile our temple," Amal said. Parsin suddenly leapt up, and jumping up and down cried out, "Oh, me Mastress, let me do it!" It was waving wildly with one hand, while stroking its cock with the other. Dara suddenly felt fear come back to him. Whatever they were planning, it had something to do with those organs. He began to scream for help, but the stupefied monks showed no sign of motion. After a minute, Dara gave up. "No, Parsin honey. First we tell him the story, then we have our fun!" Amal said with a wide grin. It too had very sharp teeth. Dara couldn't believe that this time and place the monster was now choosing to become a storyteller, yet that was what it was intending to do! "So," Amal started, "Are you familiar with the story of Rama Hasappen and his lover, the sorceress Ravi Dahnapal?" Dara shook his head no. He was scared beyond words. As he stared up into Amal's cat eyes, he began to feel a sense of timelessness and weightlessness. Perhaps the Inus had other hypnotic powers besides their musk, for Dara found himself calming down again, and listening carefully to Amal's soft purring words. - "Well, long long ago in a distant land of mountains, when the Cult of Dambalo was new to the world, and man seemed doomed to never ending reincarnation, there lived a young prince named Rama. He was fair and strong, and beloved of his people, and very, very spoiled. But despite this, he was concerned for the needs of the impoverished and sickly, and as he grew older and wiser, he struggled to help his father the king develop more and more methods of improving the lot of the common man. But it was never enough, for men seemed to conspire against their own happiness, and misery and poverty seemed to be man's eternal fate. Then one day, he noticed the native monks of Dambalo, and asked them to come and teach him of the Path of Enlightenment. The monks talked to him for hours and hours about Dambalo's wonders. They told him of how through self denial, Dambalo had found the secret to achieving true immortality of self in a spiritual plane. If more and more people could enter this state and joined with Dambalo forever, the collective will of the godly being would eventually change the very nature of reality. The forces of damnation would flee an ever perfecting world, and all goodly people would sense the need to join with Dambalo. Then, this new perfect and immortal human would live in paradise forever. As proof of their ideals, the monks pointed out how over the ages since Dambalo's transcendence, humanity had slowly progressed in both mind and body into more and more advanced cultures and social orders. However, unless evil was defeated, the process would never reach the final utopian state, as the evolving order would always bear corruption within its core. The prince was thrilled at such an idea. To him, this was the ultimate answer to the problem of human misery. He talked his father into declaring Dambalo the official religion of their land, and as you know over the ages it has become very powerful in this part of the world. To further show his devotion to this ideal, Prince Rama gave up his power, and entered the Temple as a monk, placing himself into the hands of the god he knew would save the world from itself. However, Rama had a lover, a powerful sorceress named Ravi who was very old, but had discovered powers that kept her eternally young. Ravi loved him, but in a selfish kind of love. She saw him as handsome, rich, and powerful, and she looked forward to becoming the queen of the land. She had worked long and hard to please him above all others, using her powers to help him aid the poor, and in doing so impress him into loving her. And it is true that Rama did love Ravi, but he felt that if her love was true, she would see that he had to become a monk and further the will of Dambalo. Unfortunately, Ravi did not see this. She had tried many things to change his mind, even to the point of offering to sire him dozens of enchanted children, even if the magics involved killed her. But he resisted her charms and spells. Even offers of eternal youth did not sway him, since he knew that life was a form of lie, and only with Dambalo could he know truth. A woman scorned is a terrible thing, an anger that rivals that of demons. Ravi would have him, no matter the cost, and she plotted to bring about the fall of Dambalo. Using her magics, she disguised herself as a young monk, and entered into the convent. There, she wasted no time using illusions to segregate the younger monks from each other, and seducing them with her perverse sexual energies. Over the days, she worked on them ruthlessly, until they finally gave into her lusts and became her love slaves. These young men numbered nearly a dozen, and they swore to obey her unto death. In return, she would teach them her secrets, and when she became queen they would become her immortal guards and officials. However, first they had to defile the temple and rescue Rama from this terrible life of self denial. Dambalo was no fit god for a prince! Perhaps, in her own twisted way, Ravi truly believed that she was saving Rama. Perhaps that is why the powerful Being allowed her and the false monks to plot against the temple. But when came the day to desecrate the idol, Ravi told of her intentions to her beloved. Instead of joyously accepting her offers, Rama fled to defend the idol, with Ravi and her followers in near pursuit. The monks fought to defend the sanctum, but Ravi's magic was powerful, and many were stunned by flashes of colors, or held immobile by mystic energies. Her beauty and lewdness made some simply faint, and when struck at she could make her skin as hard as stone. Ravi had no intention of killing anyone; she only wished to destroy the thing which held her beloved Rama prisoner to an impossible ideal. She seemed unstoppable, as she and her own penetrated the sanctum. There was the idol, the target of Ravi's anger, and she unleashed a lethal blast of lightning to strike Dambalo's image into slag. But Rama, who was behind a column, threw himself into the path of the blast. His body seemed to incinerate, but through this act of selflessness, his spirit merged with Dambalo, who unleashed a furious storm of power towards the sorceress. As she and the false ones were engulfed in forces beyond imagine, even Ravi knew that she was doomed. However, Dambalo is all mercy, and with Rama's love for Ravi as part of Him, He could not help but stay His hand from destroying them. Instead, Ravi and her love slaves began to twist and throb, their bodies changing into the first Inus. Then, in the temple, all heard Dambalo's command: That for the rest of time, until the day that man finally became Dambalo and made peace throughout the cosmos, Ravi, her followers, and her descendants would lie at the feet of their Master, and exist only to protect Him and His holy places. Ravi's immortality now became a part of all Inus, and in their bestial trans-sexual flesh, half man and half woman, the world would see the sin of the lust and greed they had had in their hearts. Only by death in His service, or on His return day could they ever be free and become enlightened." - Amal shifted its weight slightly, and got off of Dara. Dara found that between the scents and the mesmerizing stare, he had no thoughts of escape. Instead, he got up and stood by the gentle beast, who took him by the arm and led him into the room with the young monks. "Now," it continued, "one would assume that our Great Mother Ravi and the other first Inus would be upset with such a curse, but after a time the founders discovered that, in His wisdom, Dambalo had actually blessed them... somewhat. Ravi did truly love Rama, and now that she saw that he was Dambalo, she now yearned to love and obey the god with all her heart. Even the loss of her womanly organs and her enslavement was a small price to pay to be given the honor of forever lying at the feet of her lover until His return. And as it turned out, we have had many important jobs to do, in addition to those of guard duty." Parsin was back to giving the fourth monk the treatment it had given the first three. The young man's face contorted with a grimace of pleasure as his member erupted with an orgasm. Parsin giggled as it squeezed the shaft and licked up the rest of the oozing creamy fluid. It looked over at Dara, and said, "I know you want to know what I'm doing. Well, the rules of the temple are very strict on human sexual activity. We Inus animate ourselves at night, and we come to the rooms of the younger monks and pleasure them. Over several years, as they go from here to the spring and summer dorms, they eventually lose all sexual desires, as well as greed and envy. Because of our seductive powers we inherited from Mother Ravi, they all assume upon awakening that we are some kind of dream they keep having every few days. Because Ravi's followers had been loyal to her, even when confronted by Dambalo's anger, Dambalo has given all Inus the same powers Ravi possessed. Well, not all. We don't go around shooting out lightning... the Master really disliked that spell. Mostly, its our seductiveness and our eternal life and youth. Oh, and our ability to turn into stone statues when we want too!" Amal added, "This thing we do for the monks helps them greatly on the path to enlightenment, and thus furthers our Master's will. It is the reason why no monk ever breaks his vows of celibacy, nor steals. It also benefits us, as their desires now add to our own and enhance our powers. As beings of lust, we crave sexual activity, and when we are done with the monks we enjoy going back to the sanctum, where we feast and drink and screw each other until sun up. We also use some of the treasures given to Dambalo, especially rings and studs, to pierce our flesh. This way, our greed and vanity is satisfied, as we become living repositories of our Master's wealth." ' Dara was beginning to find his voice. Dreamily, he asked, "And this is all you do for them? Isn't it rather, well, carnal for a Dambalo curse?" Amal purred slightly with mirth, and replied, "No sweetie, we have other responsibilities. In addition to guarding the shrine, we can use our powers to heal others of sickness and injury. This is a milder version of our innate healing powers. Had I not found my arm you sliced off, it would have grown back by the end of the night. I just prefer the quicker method of reattachment. In emergencies when the temple needs funds, we show our love to Dambalo by giving up our piercings. As immortals, we know that if we wait long enough it will all come back to us again anyway. I also give advice to the older monks. I'm over five hundred years old, and I welcome the times when Master Charan comes to me at night with a weighty problem to discuss." Dara looked slightly shocked, despite his calm and drugged exterior. "You mean," he said, "the monks are aware of you?" "No honey, they are not aware of our powers. You see, the first time we have pleasure with a mortal, we create a mental bond with them. This was also a power of Ravi's, but now we use it to help and not harm others. With this bond, we can selectively erase the memories of the monks. When I use my knowledge to advise Master Charan, he awakens in his bed and believes that the ideas that he needed came to him in a strange dream. He has no idea that I'm actually planting the ideas in his head. It's best for the monks that they believe us to be decorations. If we were found out, and news of this got to the enemies of Dambalo, they would use it in order to claim that the monks trafficked with demons and fiends Also, as magical creatures, every kind of wizard would be hunting us down in order to use our parts for various potions and enchantments." "It also allows us to plan long term projects, such as the building of new temples. For the last couple of weeks, I've been subliminally placing into Master Charan's mind the idea that the temple here in Eva has too many older monks. It is time for another temple to be built so we can expand. I think the town of Sarto would be a good place. Of course, we'll need a new pair of Inus to go there and guard the new sanctum. And of course, they'll have to make sure that it's not too hard for thieves to enter." Dara's clouded mind was puzzled. He spoke softly, "You must be stretched very thin by now. I have heard travelers say that there are already a dozen or more temples in our land, and more in other nearby kingdoms. If you can't reproduce, and you are all Ravi's lovers, then how can you be everywhere at once? Did you say that you want thieves entering the temple? And why are you telling me all this? Where do I fit in?" Parsin gracefully walked up next to him, on his side opposite that of Amal. Despite their tremendous cocks, Dara couldn't help but think of them as anything but female, what with their four breasts, so "she" came and gently laid a hand on his shoulder. She then winked at Amal and said, "Well, that's what we need to deal with right now... right Mastress?" Amal nodded. "Yes," she said, "it has been too long, at least forty years since you joined with me, Parsin. As temple mastress, I claim the right of rear entry. Prepare him for the infusion of my seed." "Yes, my Mastress," Parsin replied with a squeal of delight. She gripped Dara's shoulders, and with her tremendous strength like that of five men, she easily pushed him onto his hands and knees. Confused and unable to fight back, he found her swollen and pierced member dancing in front of his face. Suddenly, she stuffed the erection into his mouth until her balls slapped against his chin. Although he thought it would choke him to death, he found that her cock fit snugly but easily. This still didn't keep him from widening his eyes with terror. What could this creature be up to? Worse yet, he felt Amal's strong hands pull apart the crack of his ass. He tried to struggle, but between the soporific musk, the hypnotic stares, and their strength they had no trouble holding his rear steady. Or perhaps, was it that he didn't really want to resist them? He would have pondered this more, but his mind was made quite distracted by the sensation of Amal's throbbing cock pushing into his tight opening. It went in with surprising ease, even though he was sure that it would rip him apart. Amal squatted low and hugged him, pinning his arms to his sides, while Parsin continued to fuck his face. After a few moments, a rhythm started between the two Inus, as they reamed the "adventurer" from both ends. A wave of pleasure washed over Dara, and despite his muffled cries of fear, his lust welled up in him uncontrollably. A burning in his loins led to him having a raging hard- on. He felt himself becoming more and more submissive to the passion of these two spirits made flesh, and soon he began to moan constantly for release for his aching balls. Amal leaned forward more, and gave out a moan of her own. "Oh... Parsin," she let out, "he is soooo sweet and tight. Just like you and the other one so long ago." "Yes, yes my Mastress," Parsin panted. "He is much like his grandfather, in both form and attitude. Let us hope that the infusion works on him like it did on me." Dara's closed eyes snapped open. Under the influence of their odor and form, he had not recognized the name of Parsin, but now the horrible truth became evident. The tall silver Inus that he was giving head to was none other than his grandfather's friend, who had entered the temple over forty years ago on that fateful day. Grandfather had escaped, but somehow Parsin had been transformed by the Inus sex magic into an Inus himself, and was now doomed to serve the temple forever! Parsin looked down at him, and grinned. "Oh, I see that he's finally figured it out, Mastress! Yes little thief I am, or I was, the man your grandfather knew as Parsin. Of course, a lot has changed since then, especially in me! It's a pity your grandfather rejected the offer of the infusion of Inus energy, and chose to flee. I would have liked to have had him with me, as my "sister" in servitude to Dambalo. He would have had a long and happy existence. Very, very long...!" Amal added, "But sadly, the power of the infusion does not always work. Pity, for it is the only way we Inus can reproduce. We wait for someone to come and try to defile our temple as Ravi did ages ago, and then they end up guarding it instead for eternity. Don't you want to join us, little thief? Take my seed, accept my love, and you will have pleasure and purpose all your immortal life!" Parsin pulled her dripping dick from Dara's mouth. Dara looked over his shoulder at Amal, and with quivering voice asked, "You mean, I have a choice?" Amal nodded back to him. She was panting so heavily with desire and need that she had to use her mental powers to speak into Dara's mind. "Yes, yes, you do have a choice. So did Parsin and your grandfather. When my seed enters you, if you reject the infusion of power, then it will wipe your mind of all knowledge of what you have seen here these last few days. You will awaken on the streets, and be free to go home. However, like your grandfather, it will implant within you a nightmarish view of we Inus; a vision so terrible that you will balk for the rest of your life at the mere thought of coming near our temple again. Perhaps your will will be strong, and you will not allow the fear to consume you as it did your grandfather. After his rejection, he was so scared that he feared his own shadow, and is but a broken man. We wish no man harm, but the power of the Inus seed hides our secrets this way. We must protect ourselves." Dara knew she was right. Grandfather had been a great thief, and now he knew why the poor old man was so helpless. The fear of the Inus had become a fear of failure, and that meant that he had lost all courage. Dara knew that he didn't want to end up like that for the rest of his life. It was a fate like a living death for an adventurer. He bowed his head and asked, "And what if I accept the seed?" Amal gasped again. She was banging Dara so hard that the slapping of her thighs against his ass could be heard out into the main hallway. She released his arms, and reached under to stroke his cock and belly. "Then, like any other man or woman who undergoes infusion, you will forever become one of us: An Inus. You will never be able to go back to being human again, and you will be a slave to Dambalo, and an immortal spirit of lustful pleasure. I will be your lover and Mastress, and you will become my thrall. Then you will study under me as Parsin has. Through love and obedience, you will learn from me how to wisely use your powers to serve and protect the temple and the monks. When a new temple is ready, you will go there as its mastress and guard over it, tending to the sexual needs of the monks, advising them, and capturing trespassers and thieves." "Will I be able to transform them?" Dara asked. His desire to be free was being quickly overwhelmed by his raging lust. He imagined himself with eternal youth, immense strength, endless libido and an army of enthralled Inus to use it all on. "If by that you mean, will you be able to give them the infusion," Amal thought, "then the answer is yes. However, with the power to create an Inus thrall comes the responsibility to train her properly, and love her always. Now, Dara Nayan, do you accept being an Inus?" If Dara had been able to argue the pros or cons, he gave no sign of it. It was too late for him. He had begun to enjoy the smell of the musk, and the svelte and beautiful bodies and rich fur of the Inus pressed against him. He was excited to no end by the strong male muscularity and the voluptuous femininity. And above all, he was loving the bursts of pleasure from the thrusting of Amal into his ass. It was as if his opening was becoming a woman's cunt, sucking on the massive ramrod of the being. He lifted his head, opened his mouth wide with eyes closed, and swallowed Parsin's offered man tool. A few seconds later, Amal and Parsin felt Dara shudder with an intense orgasm, his cock spraying wildly. Both Inus smiled and took this as a sign of acceptance, and blew their loads with a roar of ecstasy. Dara swallowed down Parsin's mass of spank as he also felt Amal's seed shoot up his cat flap, and with it came a blast of power and pleasure. Suddenly, he knew that he loved Amal, and knew that he craved having her cock in his ass forever, more than anything else in the world.S+ - He gave no resistance to the burning sensation which spread through him. His body seemed to swell, as his bones thickened and his muscles increased in mass and density. Inside his torso he felt a strange sensation, like his insides and organs were dissolving into a thick and spongy material. Then, with another convulsion, golden brown fur erupted all over his skin, and his shortened hair lengthened into a curly mane of dark brown locks. He felt a tail thrashing about his butt, and with a stab of pain and pleasure he felt a horn push out from the top of his skull. His face softened and elongated slightly into a short and cute cat-like muzzle with sharpening teeth, and all his senses suddenly increased far beyond those of humans. He stared at the floor as his hands sprouted fine claws, which scraped on the wooden tiles before retracting into sheaths. Then he raised the hands to his nipples, and began to rub the boobs that Amal's hands couldn't reach. The sensation was wonderful. And as for his male attributes, well his spurting schlong swelled, until he had a fine eleven inches of meat that any girl, and many boys, would die to have stuffed in them. His balls began to burn with a constant cool fire, a sensation like that which he had felt from Amal's cum entering into him. Rocked by another massive orgasm, he now understood that, like Amal, he could now pass the seed onto others. Amal and Parsin pulled out their dribbling organs, leaving the twitching new Inus lying on the floor and mewing like a kitten. Parsin giggled and said, "We do good work, my Mastress. Praise be to Dambalo!" "Yes we do, praise be!" Amal agreed. "Now, let's get our new sister up and ready. This "kitten" will be eager to start her training." As they helped "her" onto her knees, Dara realized that she was no longer human. Oh, she had sympathy and affection for the mortals, but she was now an Inus, and her loyalty belonged to Amal and her Master Dambalo now. She knelt and kissed Amal's ringed cock as a sign of submission, and said, "My Mastress Amal, my name is Dara, your new thrall. I love you, and belong to you, and as an Inus I will devote my immortal existence to our race's purpose." Parsin reached around, pulling up Dara while squeezing a pair of her breasts. With her face buried in the new Inus's maned neck, Parsin cried out, "Welcome sister Dara! I am Parsin! Together we shall protect Master Dambalo, and please each other every night!" She then reached up and stroked Dara's horn, creating a sensation not unlike the stroking of a man's member. Dara licked her lips with arousal and anticipation, and said mentally, "Mastress, shall I start my duties to the monks immediately? There is one in particular I would like to start my training with!" Amal smiled and mentally replied, "Well Parsin, your hunches were right. Not only did she join with us, but her first choice of monk was her cousin!" Parsin nodded with the same grin that she had had when she had been a statue at Dambalo's feet. Dara smiled a grin of her own, and said, "No Mastress, he is not my cousin any longer. While I hope for his enlightenment, he is just a monk to me now. I am Inus, not human. I will not let myself forget that. I also feel sorrow for the old man I have left behind, but he made his choice, and must now live with it." Amal nodded solemnly, but then said, "Remember the value of mercy, such as that shown to Ravi by Dambalo. We will implant in the minds of the older monks that they give generously to the area where your "once grandfather" lives. This will make his life easier in the few years left to him." Amal held her hands together in prayer, bowed her head, and added, "May he reincarnate into a better form and place, such that he may hope to achieve enlightenment and become a part of Dambalo forever." Both of the younger Inus also clapped together their hands in prayer and bowed their heads for a few seconds. Then, with a look of excitement, Dara strutted over to the place where Pamu still lay in his hypnotic trance. As an Inus, Dara had no family attachment for the monk, but she did remember the experiences they had shared as two mortal boys. Well, if Pamu wanted to be a monk, Dara would make sure that he had one heck of a wonderful time on his way to enlightenment! Kneeling next to him, she began to undo his loin cloth. Amal made a slight growl, and pointed out to the kitten that she should increase the amount of musk she gave off. This would insure the compliant nature of the target. With a slight blush, hidden by her fur, Dara realized her mistake. She was too eager in her actions, and clumsy in the results. Under the tutelage of the other two Inus, she quickly but carefully stripped the young man. Dara now found it natural to do what an hour ago would have seemed unimaginable, as she used her tongue to pull up Pamu's dick and balls into her mouth. Careful not to bite or scrape, Dara happily sucked away on Pamu's package. The young man's face melted into an image of sheer sexual bliss. Dara noticed an odd but wonderful taste and warmth, which spread quickly through her whole being. She was draining Pamu of his lust, which was quite an accomplishment! Amal pointed out that young men created a great deal of this energy, so Pamu and the other initiates would need constant attention nearly every night for the next few years. Dara smacked her lips as she finished cleaning up her charge. ? "What now, Mastress Amal?" she asked. "I have a strange feeling that Pamu and I shall be together often!" "Yes," said Amal, smiling. "I am making him your "project". Keep an eye on him, and see that he thinks good thoughts. Remember, it's for his own good." Parsin smiled, and held up the loin cloth bag filled with rings and gems. She winked and said, "Hey love, want some of these in your cock and tits?" Then she suddenly took off and ran down the hallway laughing. Dara followed like an arrow, also giggling. When she caught Parsin, she would claim her piercings as a prize, and then spend the evening playing love games with her. Mastress would see to the other monks, before joining them for their happiest pastime... - Once again, it was deepest night. Dara grunted and whined, but this in no way interfered with her mental speech, or her ability to seduce mortals. As the days had gone by, her powers had steadily grown, and she had learned many things. She had learned that while Inus feasted on the offerings of the monks, as immortals they did not actually eat or drink. Instead, they inhaled the essence of the foods, especially meat, leaving them dull, pasty and tasteless. Good thing too, as Inus did not have to excrete waste like mortals did. No wonder the Inus anal opening was enchanted to have the same sexual sensations of a woman's slit, as it did not have any other needed function for the creature. Inus did not need to eat or drink, but they enjoyed it immensely (next to sex, of course!). She found out that Inus were ageless, and did not feel any intense pain, fatigue, nor needed any sleep. They were immune to most injury because they had no real organs like mortals. Their innards were dissolved into a pulsating goo, and so there was no heart or lungs to pierce. They had a pulse and breathed simply because it felt natural to them to do so. Disease and illness meant nothing to them. There were only three ways to kill an Inus: The first was to smash their brains or behead them; not easy given the thickness of their skulls, or their agility and the thickness of their spines and neck muscles. The second was to burn them to ashes, which would require a considerable fire or magical attack. Finally, they could be killed by a deft removal of their genitals! The fires, which filled their balls and allowed them to convert others into Inus thralls were also the wellspring of their own life force. Thus, castration was lethal... a fitting weakness for creatures of endless sexual appetite. She had also learned how to turn to stone. Even while in this state, they were aware of all things that happened around them. Mastress Amal had used her mental powers to add to the memory of all the monks that there were three statues at the foot of Dambalo's idol now, and that the new one had been delivered recently. This was a very useful power indeed. She was taught how to control her musk and hypnotic stare, and how to read the minds of the monks that she pleasured. This was of very great use, and even now was proving itself in her current work. As she continued the smooth thrusting motions, she couldn't help but look over to her two sisters, and smile happily. They stood nearby, stroking their long and thick dicks, waiting their turn for pleasure. Dara leaned forward across the monk's bare backside, and gently nuzzled Pamu's neck. "I was right with my suspicions, wasn't I my sweet love?" she cooed into his ear. "But my suspicions were confirmed when I first swallowed your cum the night of my creation. You never came to the temple to really serve Master Dambalo, though you soon will in another form." Pamu gently cried out, and struggled slightly against the anal humping. He tried to reach out to the pile of stolen gems and rings, which had slipped from his hand onto the floor of the sanctum. Part of his clouded mind desperately wanted to escape. However, the smell and pleasure were too much to resist, and he felt compelled to give in to the beast on his back. Dara just giggled. "No hurry," she panted with her sultry voice. "Soon, you'll have some of those pierced into you like I do. Don't be sad or afraid, Pamu. I knew that you'd never be happy as a monk, and the life of a thief is so pointless. I admired and envied you, but soon we'll be together, always. Mastress Amal has given me a great honor. Since you were my cousin when we were mortals, she has given up the right of entry, and is allowing me to convert you with my seed. Once you give in to the infusion seed, I'll be your mastress, and as my thrall you will love and serve and study under me. Don't worry, I'll love you and take good care of you, and help you through the changes. Mastress said that as the years turn to centuries, we will forget ever having been human. We will only know the joy and desire we feel now. When the monks have completed the new temple in Sarto, you and I will go there and be the guardians of the new idol." Dara's balls ached with pressure and heat, and suddenly she arched her back, and with a long howl she orgasmed and spurted the magic love elixir into Pamu's bunghole. Pamu gave out a wail of ecstasy, and the great dominant lover now felt the need to always have Dara's cock in his ass. Dara giggled again, as she knew that Pamu would easily accept the infusion. Pamu "the manly womanizer" had incredible bisexual lust within him, and he was powerless to resist the transformation that was turning him into Dara's submissive she-male beast. Dara liked the irony that Pamu would love her as she herself loved Amal. As Dara licked Pamu's shaved head, a dark gray mane was starting to form, and the spiraled horn was pushing out through the skull. With their memory control powers, no other monk would miss Pamu, and none would even remember that the young monk had ever entered the temple convent. "Look Pamu," she said, as she stroked the boy's four swelling breasts on his now bestial body, "look at your other two sisters. They await their turn at penetrating and giving you their affections. And when they come over, you will be a good girl, and oh so willingly give in to them... won't you my sweet? We'll all be together, forever and ever..." Pamu, his body growing ever more fur and a tail, realized the futility of the struggle. He passively gave in to the mix of joy and despair at his love for Dara, who had passed Dambalo's "blessing" onto him and enthralled him. As the fire flared in his own testicles and his cock sprayed glowing cum, all the quivering "kitten" could do was let out a moan of pure pleasure from "her" muzzle and say, "Yes, my Mastress Dara, I am your thrall, and I await my sisters...!" - The next morning, Master Charan noted that there were now four Inus statues about the feet of Dambalo. The two originals had their usual appearance: One wise and noble, the other grinning with mirth. The new ones were unusual. One leaned against the other, and had a look of blissful contentment. The other looked on with an expression of affectionate satisfaction. They were obviously meant as a matched pair. He thought it unusual that so many Inus statues were being delivered to the temple lately, but it was good to have them here. The two newest could be shippe