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August, 1942
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"Bean, I think this is it."
Dakota James, Bachelour of Archeology and Anthropology, world class
explorer, and in general pain in the neck for any ancient who wanted
their mortal remains left undisturbed, pulled his young research
assistant up from the ledge to solid ground. Both men were huffing and
puffing, for the trek to this remote temple had not been pleasant.
The ziggurat had long been hidden from the eyes of the world, but the
encroaching desert had thinned the trees which had once kept it hidden
from the world. It had been spotted by reconnaissance flights searching
for German bases in the area.
James looked over young Bean. The young man was black, although James
didn't hold it against him. Dakota's own parents had been Quakers, they
believed that the words "All men are created equal" didn't end when ones
ancestors had been born on the continent. And besides, the kid was
smart, and had the heart of an anthropologist and the eyes of a
photographer. He hadn't complained once when the filter on their jeep
had failed, and the pair had been forced to walk in the blistering heat,
supplies on their back.
"Here," James said, handing Bean his waterskin. As the young man downed
his fill, the archeologist studied the temple entrace. Sumerian
writing, although certain pieces had been carved over in heiroglyphics
much later. Low reliefs covered the margins, depicting the offerings
that the religion here had demanded, mostly of sheep, grain, and the
seeds of trees. It was almost pristine, considering the circumstances.
The almost is was scared him. Sand and dust of eons had been recently
disturbed, as bootprints lead into the temple with military precision.
Looks like the Krauts were here after all. "We might have company,
Bean. Eyes open."
The young man nodded, and the pair ventured forth into the unknown.
----
The temple complex wasn't particularly large, and yet even an inch of
progress felt like a mile. The only sounds James could here was his own
heart beating, as the pair moved forward. He held one hand to the wall,
feeling the carvings as the light from outside faded. They were well
and truly on their own, as they walked halls that had remained unchanged
since before the birth of Christ.
Unchanged, but not undisturbed. Both Dakota and Bean took cover at the
entrance to the temple sanctuary, as noises of disturbance were heard
ahead. Dakota took a moment to peek around the corner.
Yeah, it was a whole bunch of Jerry alright. Twenty soldiers or so who
had set up an operating base here. Supplies, motorcycles, even a
wireless which had been left in the corner as the Krauts argued.
Several were giving evil eyes to the ivory statue to the goddess that
stood in the position of honor at the alter. The statue itself seemed
to glisten in the torchlight.
Bean whispered a question to his companion, "Who is she, Mr James?",
bringing Dakota's eye to the sole woman in the room. She was a of short
woman of local color, with dark hair and dressed in an ill fitting
german uniform. She seemed to be the subject of the argument, as both
the commanding officer and his subordinate were shouting as they
gesticulated at her, both red in the face.
Dakota looked over to his friend. "You catching any of this, Bean?".
Bean shook his head.
Suddenly, the feel of cold metal was against Dakota's back. German
accented English breathed down his neck. "It is lucky, then, that I
have caught you."
Dakota James put his hands up, as did Bean, as the sentries who had
snuck up on the pair marched them out into the open. The Heer stopped
their bickering immediately, and walked over to look the pair over.
"Amerikanisch" said the officer, a cruel smile on his face. "You have
come at a most convenient time, freund" He barked orders at the rest of
his men, who cawed with laugher.
Rough hands grappled the duo, and try as he might Dakota could not burst
free. Bean was similarly helpless, and soon both were brought down on
their knees before the alter.
The ivory statue seemed to stare down on them as the German began
speaking. "Der Fuhrer and Reichsfuhrer Himmler entrusted me with this
assignment, the seeking of artefakte of the ancient world. Magical
devices, if you will, waffen to win this war. This temple was dedicated
to the ancient goddess Inanna. We thought it was merely for grain, but
in fact it was so much more." He leaned close to Bean. "I would begin
praying if I were you, dog."
Dakota felt his fists tighten. No one talked to his friend like that.
Still, with all these german guns on them, there was nothing he could do
but bear it. He watched as the crystal of the statue, a perfect cut of
lapis lazuli, began to glow red. Wind began picking up, as dust began
clearing from where the Americans were kneeling.
Dakota felt the ground beginning to give beneath him. In a split
second, he reached to grab the german soldier at his flank, but this act
of defiance only served to bring the larger man with him. His last
sight was looking up, as the german commander's face was curled into
rage as his subordinate too was sacrificed. And then, there was only
black.
----
And in blackness was where Dakota awoke. He had no point of reference
beyond his hands and the sound of the two others breathing. Good news
and bad news, then. He'd landed on the German, from the feel of it.
"Bean! Bean, can you hear me?" he called out, his voice echoing in the
sealed chamber.
He heard a groan. "S'all good, Mr. James. Camera's busted, though."
And then the third interupted. "Verschwinde!" the soldier demanded as
he fumbled for his gun. Dakota almost stopped him, but the man was
simply stronger, six and half feet of muscle in a German SS black.
Dakota felt that he had cheated death only to die here in this anonymous
pit, for surely at this range the man couldn't miss even in the dark.
But, lady fortune, a cruel mistress, decided to stack the deck. Lights
appeared in the darkness, blinding the three of them.
No. Not lights. Eyes. Glowing eyes of some shadowed entity.
More Interlopers
The voice was nowhere and everywhere. It had the cadence of a whisper,
and yet seemed to shout.
The SS soldier was the first to react, firing wildly at the eyes. They
squinted in annoyance, and then the man stopped in time with a bullet
half out of the chamber. He blinked once.
The Same As The Other
Very Well
Dakota and Bean could only watch in horrid fascination as the man
floated into the air.
Fire was first, whisking over the man's body. His uniform fell from
him, and then his hair. The flames licked his body, and where it did
his nordic skin darkened to that of this land.
Fresh Water and Earth transmuted the mans body to clay, his eyes to
lazuli. The flames pushed and pulled him, his form rearrange. Muscle
was converted to fat, as the form of a man became that of a woman.
Breasts began to emerge, the aryan features of the soldier's face were
sculpted away, leaving the face nigh identical to that of the statue
above, a woman of Ancient Sumer.
And then the magic released her. Dakota looked on as the woman felt
herself, only to find that she was not himself. A shriek left her lips
for a moment, and then she was silent. The former SS soldier fell to
her knees, and bowed deep to the entity which had transformed her so.
And Now To See What I Shall Do With You
Bean spoke up. "We weren't with him!" he cried out.
Oh I Know
I Know All Of Those Sacrificed To Me Benjamin String
"Are you Inanna?" Dakota asked.
The sound of a laugh filled the chamber, and the light from the woman's
eyes diffused through the room. Dakota found they weren't actually in a
room. They were in the palms of an enormous statue of ebony and
carnelion, the statue itself looked down on them from the void.
I Am Ereshkigal
Sister To Inanna
Goddess Of Death
My Sister And I Were Once A Gestalt Being But She Wished To Become
Closer To That Man Tamuz
"I... didn't know that"
There Is Much That You Do Not Know Treasure Seeker
You Are A Thief But Your Thievery Is For Enlightenment Rather Then
Riches
I Will Offer You A Deal
Dakota tried not to squeak. "What is it?"
You May Stay Here In The Underworld In A State Of Half Death Until You
Join The Abyss In Full
Or You Will Allow Me To Borrow Your Bodies So That I May Smite The
Defilers Above
It really wasn't an option. Get back at the krauts above for getting
them into this mess? Infinitely better then being left to rot. He
looked over at Bean, who also nodded.
"We'll do it."
Very Well
----
Light poured into Dakota and Bean's bodies as the goddess below them
simply disappeared. Floating alone in the void, the pair felt their
bodies being pulled together.
Their clothing simply phazed through them, in a sensation that was as
odd as it was... arousing. Strange.
A Single Mortal Body Would Die In Moments Of My Touch
We Must Make Modifications
Dakota wasn't sure whether he was screaming in pain or in pleasure as
Ereshkigal's touch invaded his body. It was like lightning down his
spine, only everywhere. He felt his sausage shoot out with pride as
ecstacy filled every nerve.
And then another mind touched his. Bean's, he could tell it was Bean's.
And then the pleasure doubled as he could feel everything that Bean
could feel as well.
It was too much to take and stay sane. White filled Dakota's vision.
And We Are Complete
They weren't Dakota and Bean anymore, although both consciousnesses were
there. They were an Avatar of Ereshkigal. Their skin was obsidian,
their eyes carnelian. A golden crown adorn their head, and a necklace
of lapis lazuli adorned their neck. They were she, body and soul. A
dress of kingfisher feathers had appeared on her. She was a woman of
divine beauty, and yet all that would look upon her would fear her.
To The Mortal Realm
----
Although it had seemed an eternity, no time had passed since three
mortals had entered the pit. But now the Germans fled back as their
former comrade's new form was flung from the pit. Only the other woman
among them, the first of the Germans, moved to help the new girl.
The rest looked on in terror, as a goddess had appeared before them.
Ereshkigal smiled wickedly as the exit to the room sealed, a wall of
black marble that appeared from oblivion. When bullets failed, the
soldiers smashed themselves against it with all their considerable
might, only to find their effort fruitless. Her crimson eyes narrowed
at the sight of the commanding officer.
Your Men First And Then You
With a gesture, Ereshkigal brought vines into existance, binding the man
to the wall so thickly that all that could be seen was his head. After
all, she wanted to give him a view of the show.
And watch he did. All around him, his men collapsed to the floor,
screaming. Gold chains burst from the ground, collars locking around
their throats as they fought to get to their feet. Blackness spilled
from their orifaces, and they tore at their uniforms in madness. One by
one, the SS soldiers manly cries went from bass to soprano, writhing on
the temple floor as spines loudly snapped as they contracted
dramatically. Soon nothing remained of the men they were.
They weren't identical, but one would think them sisters. Dark hair and
light brown skin had annointed all of them. Their uniforms were gone,
leaving naked fair breasts to bounce with every overexaggerated breath
taken. Some attempted for modesty, covering themselves with their
hands, while others were still too shocked to do anything besides feel
themselves. One's lust outdid her shock and terror, and she reached for
her nearest former brother and tackled her.
Ereshkigal surveyed her handiwork with a sharklike grin, before turning
her attention back to the last Nazi in the room. His eyes were open in
terror, even as his uncontrolled ego stood erect.
A Fine Crop Of Handmaidens
With those words, all the new women fell to the ground, asleep. They
would awaken soon enough, with their lives pledged to a lesser force of
darkness then their previous master.
And While We Are Sure We Could Make You Beg To Join Them
We Have Something Much Better In Mind
The vines receded, all but the barest needed to keep the German
restrained. The avatar of Ereshkigal leaned in close, and passionately
kissed her captive, her inhuman tongue plunging deep down his throat as
her claws wrapped tightly around his penis. A chuckle emerged from her
throat. And then the metamorphosis began.
The features of the SS officer faded, began mirroring those of the one
holding him. His body tightened to inhuman proportions as his veins
turned black. Breasts ballooned until they matched the goddess's forms,
thighs thickened, muscles faded, and hair curled as blonde faded to
black.
Soon, Ereshkigal was looking at a mirror image of herself, though
smaller and less godly. Her eyes began to glow as she finished her
divine work, using the vines to manipulate her doppelganger into a pose,
as the blackness was spreading to the skin. Only the eyes could tell
you the Nazi was still there. The scream continued, until it died as
vocal chords became stone and glass.
This Temple Was Dedicated To My Sister
But It Was Built On The Gateway To My Realm
Where She Traded Her Unfaithful Husband For Her Own Freedom
Thus We Feel That We Should Share It
That Is Where You Come In
Another laugh, as the new statue's human eyes became gems, and
Ereshkigal placed the new idol opposite of it's sister, the idol to
Inanna. The pair were eye to eye, both antagonists and sisters. The
room was now still, save for the breaths of the unconscious handmaidens.
Dakota and Bean hit the temple floor with a thud, the room darkening as
they did so. They backed away from each other, breathing heavily as
they did so. The experience had been intense to say the least. Their
experiences had been magnified a hundred fold, and every rush of power
had been deeply erotic.
I Thank You For Your Assistance
You May Leave Now
The voice echoed around the room, though it seemed to emanate from the
new statue. Dakota nodded once, still shaken by the experience.
Of course, there had been a price to their escape from the Underworld.
Both Dakota and Bean had been irrevocably changed by their experience as
the body of an ancient Babylonian goddess.
Dakota had always been handsome, but now she was beautiful. He had been
long in the trunk and short in the limbs, but she was the reverse.
Long, full legs lead to a divine ass. Her body looked like it had been
sculpted by a master of the arts, perfectly proportioned breasts on a
frame that belonged to an olympic athlete. Her arms were muscled, but
retained a softness. And gods, her face. Her lips were red and plump,
her nose aquiline, and two deep hazel eyes slightly obscured by auburn
hair.
Bean was just as transformed. Her hair was long and extended out from
her head like a supernova, even as she attempted to pat it down to a
more manageable shape. Her old clothing flattered her new figure
nicely, although her pants were stretching from her new bottom. Her
voice was a contralto that could get a man to jump off of cliff if she
asked it.
Taking the motorcycles, the two made it back to their camp before
nightfall. They only had one tent, which before hadn't really mattered.
What a difference a day makes.
They looked each other up and down, each lamenting that the one across
from them was their own gender, and then deciding they didn't care.
They jumped each other and rolled together, and for a moment became one
again.
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Epilogue
----
No one seemed to notice anything different about Dakota James. She
eventually finished her thesis on ancient Matriarchal cultures and
graduated from Bachelor to Doctor of Archeology and Anthropology. She
was considered a firebrand in her field, and brought many young women
kicking and screaming into the field
Benny String lived with Dakota the rest of their lives, sharing many
adventures. The two held hands at the march to Washington. Bean's work
as a photographer was used by many publications.
The Cult of Ereshkigal grew silently when the temple became an Axis
field hospital as the war left Africa. The temple itself faded back
into history, although the regions laws about being transgender were
among the most liberal of the world.
All was well and good, until it wasn't because the adventure must
continue.
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