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The settlement continued to sleep, blissfully unaware of what was happening in the woods just outside the village. In the coming hours night would soon start to fade away into day, and one of the first to welcome it was Ticulan, mostly due to the fact that he hardly got any sleep with the pain in his side. He decided that he would start his day early if he wasn't going back to bed, wanting to take a look around the village. The first thing he did was visit the area that had been set up for the healing of the wounded, bracing himself to see if any hadn't made it through the night. Though most of those had been lost on the escape from the conquistadors there was always the chance that one of their more severely injured would have crossed over into the spirit realm.

When he got to the hut however a completely different surprise awaited him. His mouth opened in a silent gasp and his eyes bulged in surprise when he saw that none of the injured were there anymore. Almost immediately he could feel his heart start to race in his chest as his brain attempted to figure out what was going on. Now that they had found somewhere safe there was no need to move the injured anymore and most of them definitely couldn't walk on their own. As he investigated the area he didn't find any signs of a struggle or anything that would have prompted such a move, which made him ask the question of what happened to them?

Ticulan took a deep breath and steadied himself as he reigned in his panic. Surely there had to be some reason why nearly a dozen of their wounded wasn't in the place that they had been left at in the last night. The first thing he would do was find their healer, the young woman responsible for caring for all those wounded, including himself, had taken up shop right next to the makeshift infirmary and if anyone would know what was going on it was her. If she didn't... then it might be something that he would have to go to the chief and possibly round up the warriors for as he went around to the door of the smaller structure.

Before he even got inside however Ticulan heard something that he wasn't expecting, his hand pulling away from the door he was about to push open as he heard somewhat loud grunts coming from inside. As the Mayan stood there he rubbed his fingers together while wondering what he should do. Despite not wanting to ruin whatever was happening inside, they had been under a lot of stress recently so some of the others engaging in such activities wasn't uncommon, he had nearly a dozen members of the tribe missing. He finally decided that he would apologize later and went inside.

The noises only became louder as he walked into the small room and saw the healer, though it was only from the shoulders down as the rest of her was obscured by a makeshift wooden shelf filled with her herbs and other supplies. She was also bouncing up and down and her face was locked in a look of pure pleasure, not even noticing that he had come in as she continued. Ticulan had hoped that his opening of the door and walking inside would have caused her to stop, but she didn't even look at him. He found himself raising an eyebrow before clearing his throat to get her attention, but as she continued to ignore him the scene started to shift before his eyes.

At first Ticulan thought that it might be the blood rushing into his ears in embarrassment but as the seconds passed it sounded like her cries of pleasure were becoming deeper and throatier like a growl. As she grew more passionate with her hidden lover it seemed like she was growing taller as well, and as he stood there in growing shock he could hear a popping noise she went from only having her head and shoulders exposed to her chest as well. Ticulan took a step back as the breasts he had been expecting to see had been replaced with a pair of firm pectorals, and with every thrust down they seemed to be thickening even more as her teeth began to poke past her lips. That was when she raised up her arm, which was covered in shiny black skin up to the elbow and had muscles bigger then his, and smashed it against the nearby shelves to pieces.

Any thoughts that this might be some sort of illusion were banished as the destruction of the wooden furniture revealed the very male lower body of the healer sliding up and down on the cock of a humanoid panther, one of his hands on the thickening thigh of the other Mayan while the other was stroking the growing cock between their legs. The scene displayed in front of him had chocked Ticulan to the point where he found himself retreating from it, his eyes still glued to the two as the healer let out a long, pronounced growl while their face pushed out into a feline muzzle like the one she was riding. Even when the other Indian crashed back through the door to escape the two seemed not to notice and continued on while the healer transformed fully into a very muscular rubber panther man. Ticulan was reeling... though the situation was incredibly bizarre his warrior instincts put one thing before anything else, that their settlement was under attack!

Ticulan sprinted for the warrior's hut hoping that they were still there as well, looking around frantically while he made his way there. Even in the dim light of dawn he could occasionally see one of those creatures running by, as well as hear the increasingly loud moans that were coming from nearby huts. Whatever these creatures were they weren't apparently going to take them down by force, the Mayan shaking his head as he got to his destination and threw open the door. It took mere seconds for his worst fears to be realized as he saw two rubber panther man sitting there making out and groping one another, one of them with white latex claw scars on them while the other had a snake tattoo in similar latex.

Unlike the healer these two were not in the throes of passion, their heads turning to see the intruder right away before both their mouths turned up into fierce grins. Ticulan had seen enough predatory cats to know what one on a hunt looked like, even though the ones he was looking at were humanoid in nature. He quickly turned and ran out of the door before they had a chance to untangle themselves from one another, running back to the only place where he hoped that this strange sorcery hadn't affected yet. As he got to the chief's hut he could see that the debauchery was already starting to spill out into the street, those who hadn't gotten changed yet getting their various orifices stuffed with rubber cock until they were.

Much to Ticulan's relief when he barged into the hut he saw that the chief was still human and that none of the creatures were there, the older Mayan getting up from his bedroll and looking at the panicked man in concern. "Chief, something terrible has happened to the village!" Ticulan shouted, prompting the other man to look at him in concern and immediately get up. "It's taking everyone!"

"The conquistadors?" the chief replied, grabbing his weapons and putting them on his belt.

"No... it's something from the jungle I think!" Ticulan once more shouted, though the chief motioning for him to calm down helped him keep his breathing in check before he continued to explain. "I got up to look after the injured and I didn't find any, then when I went to the healer to try and figure out what was going on I found... it's hard to explain, but by the time I was able to run back here these strange creatures were turning others into twisted versions of themselves!"

"I see..." the chief said, rubbing his chin before looking back up. "What of the warriors, are they fighting them now?"

"They... they've been changed too," Ticulan reported, the chief's eyes widening in shock. "I would have never thought it myself but I saw the tattoo of Tatzanxi, and I... I thought..."

Suddenly the man fell to his side, the chief running over and grabbing him before he completely collapsed to the ground as he saw the white cloth over his abdomen become stained with a bright crimson. "You have reopened your wound," the chief said sternly as he helped the injured man over to a chair and set him down in it. "It appears that I will be fighting alone today..."

"No, chief," Ticulan stated as he staggered to his feet once more, his hand holding onto his injured side. "I've been getting weaker every day since we had to escape from our lands, and I fear that like many of the others that had received such a wound I will not recover from this. If I draw them off you can go to the other tribes and try to find help against this threat."

"You won't be much of draw..." the chief said.

"It better than you doing it and me hobbling away where they can easily catch me," Ticulan stated, trying to grin as he walked as well as he could to the door. "Now I'll try and keep their attention on me, may the gods protect you Chief."

The chief looked like he wanted to say something else, but Ticulan didn't give him the chance as he went to the door and threw it open. Though the pain made it hard to concentrate on anything else he ran out brandishing his knife to bring all the attention on him. It appeared his plan was already working; those that had been in the middle of converting another had stopped what they were doing in order look at the man hollering across the settlement. None of them seemed to be willing to engage though and it didn't long for the adrenaline of the moment to wear off and the pain to bring him down to his knees.

For a few seconds there was only silence as Ticulan felt the eyes of the strange creatures on him as well as his own body going cold. If he was lucky the gods would take him before whatever strange demonic creatures did, though as he looked down at the ground he suddenly saw a pair of shiny black feline feet enter into his field of vision. "That was quite the show," Sol said as Ticulan looked up to see the smiling face of the panther looking down at him. "You must be in a lot of pain, very brave what you did."

"Go ahead," Ticulan said, slightly surprised that one of the creatures talked but still trying to keep all the attention on him as he panted. "Kill me, change me, let me die, do what you must, but our spirits will still live on..."

"I have no intentions of killing you," Sol replied, the gaze of the rubber panther went from him to the hunt that he had just ran out of, the smile on his muzzle growing even wider. "Whether or not you live however is going to be up to the chief, if he happens to come out and face me!"

Though Ticulan silently hoped that he wouldn't see anyone leave that hut he let out a grunt of pained disappointment as the chief walked out with a throwing axe in his hand. "You wish to speak to me demon?" the chief said. "Let my tribe go and we can talk all you want."

"Your tribe is free to do what they please," Sol said as he crossed his arms over his muscular chest. "But I think if you'd ask them they're all more then happy with the gifts of Aktor, their new god. I've completely overwhelmed this settlement and taken your warriors, but I will not be taking you as well. Instead I will be bringing you back to Aktor so that he may transform you himself, an honor befitting a leader like yourself."

"And if I refuse?" the chief replied, still gripping his axe.

"Then I leave with those who wish to follow," Sol stated simply. "You will leave this place alone and you'll think us enemies. But that's not the case... in fact we could be quite the benefit to you and the other Mayans in the area. Of course you may want to make your choice sooner rather then later since this one is going to parish without my intervention."

Ticulan felt his body froze as he looked back at the chief, seeing him actually consider the offer being made to him. Though they both knew that this settlement was lost if the chief was able to find the others then they could possibly save their civilization from these creatures. Of course then they would be fighting a war on two fronts, rubber panther men on the left and conquistadors on the right. Not that he would be around to see any of it, Ticulan thought to himself as another lance of pain in his abdomen brought him to the ground.

"It appears the feline has the tongue of a serpent," the chief said, relaxing his stance while still having his weapon drawn. "Since it his Ticulan's life that hangs in the balance I will let him be the decider of his own fate instead. If you can convince him that your side is more beneficial then crossing over to the other side then I will go with you to your god, otherwise I will leave this place and cut the heads off anyone who attempts to stop me."

Even with the chief completely outnumbered the threat he leveled was serious, the man crossing his arms and sitting down in front of his house as Sol turned his attention to the semi-conscious man in front of him. The panther helped get the human onto his back and as he did he examined the wound that had been made. Though it was hard to tell just from looking at it the location and fact that it came from the gun of a conquistador meant that this was going to be a fatal wound no matter what, the only difference was the amount of time that it took before it would finish the job. When Sol told him as such he saw the man stalwartly turn his head away in pure defiance.

"I know that this probably looks strange to you," Sol explained as he sat down next to the injured man. "But we are not here to harm you, in fact it's quite the opposite. With these bodies we are able to enjoy all the blessings of Aktor and live in perpetual happiness, feeding off one another and living life without the same fears that humans do. If you don't believe me just take a look around you, do you happen to see the others that were injured in a similar manner to you and waiting to be taken to the other side?"

Ticulan found himself doing so, aided by the hand of the other male as the growing crowd of rubber panther men surrounded them. Though it was hard to tell anyone apart with all of them being strong, virile males with similar feline characteristics and thick cocks he could identify the tattoos and scars that they had borne as humans as white latex interpretations. More then one was someone who he knew would be crossing over due to their injuries, and from the way they were fondling and groping one another it appeared they were in very good health. Part of him couldn't believe he was considering this offer, but without a shaman to guide them how did they know that this was a malevolent force that they were attempting to fight.

Plus fighting was definitely no longer an option, Ticulan thought to himself as he did a quick head count and found that everyone who had escaped from their first settlement was standing there. That brought up the memory of the raid that had decimated their village and he remembered seeing those he knew and thought of as family lying dead in the streets just like he was. This wound hadn't come from the panther creature sitting next to him, it was those damned invaders that had done this. If these creatures were able to overwhelm them so easily then perhaps...

"I'll do it," Ticulan said through gritted teeth. "But I want you to promise me that no matter what your god will let me and the rest of this settlement take revenge on those that put us here in the first place. I do not care if I die or become one of these cursed... one of these creatures for the rest of my life, I will gladly sell my soul to make sure that they pay."

"Not exactly the reasoning I'm looking for when converting others but I will certainly take it," Sol said with a grin. "I can assure you that with your help those blessed by Aktor will make sure that those who've done this to you will get what's coming to you. Now normally I would take you a little more vigorously, but given your condition I'll make sure this is as gentle as possible."

Ticulan wasn't quite sure what the panther creature meant by that until Sol leaned forward and put his rubber cock right in his face, using his hands to cradle his head like he was about to be given some sort of potion. Considering how he had seen the others change it clicked in his mind that he would have to be taken in a similar manner, though things were starting to get a bit fuzzy. He wondered if perhaps it was too late already, that this would all be for nothing as he felt the head of the rubbery member press against his lips. With a deep breath he mustered up all the energy he could and pushed his head forward to have his mouth get filled with the head of the panther man's cock.

At first it didn't seem like anything was happening, but as the seconds past Ticulan found his head starting to bob back and forth despite itself as his energy came back to him. The fog that had been settling in his mind lifted, replaced with the burning haze of lust as his tongue and mouth quickly became coated in the shiny substance. The others that had surrounded them let out growls and purrs of approval as they saw their newest member being created. It didn't take long before the blood that was oozing out of the wound turned to shiny black before spreading out across his skin like wildfire.

As Ticulan began to feel his head morph and the rubbery substance spread out over his face he couldn't believe what a fool he had been to potentially lose his life over something as grand as what he was experiencing. Sol had been correct all along, he could feel his strength returning with a vengeance and as his face pushed out into a muzzle he could feel the connection with this tribe once more. They were still all there, now they just served under a god that was more hands on then the rest of the pantheon as he reached up and grabbed the hips of the other male. With his throat already altered to that of a rubber panther it took the cock he had just jammed into it with ease, causing Sol to grunt and practically come right there to finish him off right there.

The entire time the lewd display had been going on all watched with happy looks on their faces, all except for one. "It appears that the choice has been made," Sol stated as he looked up from the blowjob he had been getting to the chief. "Will you keep up your end of the bargain and come with us?"

The last unaltered human of the tribe said nothing, merely stood up and went back into his hut. It appeared that even though he wasn't happy with the way things went he was going to be a man of his word, though just in case Sol motioned for a few to go over and see what was going on. The chief was the one that Sol really needed... if he were to somehow escape then this whole mission failed. While they got a couple dozen more of their kind to add to their own growing herd they would have lost the ability to go and do the same thing to the other tribes of the area. It appeared that the chief was merely packing however and Sol turned his attention back towards the one that had continued to suck him off even while he was thinking.

"Looks like someone is very eager," Sol said as he watched the muscles of the other male swell and grow, becoming even bigger then him as he took as much of Aktor's blessing as he could. "I take it that there are no regrets to you decision?"

Ticulan just shook his head, which caused Sol to smirk slightly since he watched the cock in his mouth stretch out his cheeks from side to side. Even without speaking Sol knew that even with the thought of revenge still on his mind the power of Aktor helped to temper it and make him truly thankful for the lust and freedom that he had been given. The former human didn't even realize how much he wanted to be with other males until Sol and his god had shown him what he was missing out on, feeling his throat muscles clench each time he shoved his muzzle down into the groin of the other male. As he continued to do so he had begun to sway his rear in the air, another of his new species taking the invitation and pushing their own hard cock into tailhole of the male as his feet grew into rubber paws to finish the transformation.

Sol continued to stroke and grope the other male as he rocked his hips back and forth, eventually climaxing into the other male to seal his transformation... for now. Though Sol was potent and was the most connected to Aktor of any of his servants the changes that he had given to all these humans would be only temporary. In order to make it permanent he would have to get them back to the temple so that the panther god could truly bring them into the fold. It was also the reason that he didn't try to change the chief... even if he had corrupted and changed him, whether it was with the mask or the rubber balls he had left, such a strong and willfully dominant creature would probably break out of it before they could get completely back to the jungle.

It was also the reason as soon as the chief had come back out with his supplies for the trip that Sol broke up the orgy that was happening in the settlement, telling all the new converts to follow him. As the legion of rubber panther men crossed the river they left everything behind that they had built and their possessions. Anyone who would stumble upon in the future might wonder what exactly happened to everyone, not thinking that it was because the residents were turned into rubber panthers that walked into the jungle to never be seen again.