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Leap of Faith

Moonlight glistened off of his dark mahogany skin as he walked slowly towards the cliff. The shells had been thrown, and he had to be the next to try and please the gods. The chief and elders followed him, their bare feet almost silent under the gray light of the moon. He held his back straight and walked as calmly as he could, but his hands were trembling, clenched at his sides as he padded onwards, sound of the ocean echoing far below him.

The drought had come suddenly. Usually the raining season stayed for six weeks, but this year, it only lasted for a day. Vexed, his entire village had woken up to scorching heat the next day, and immediately asked the chief what must be done. Old stories told of the gods being displeased, taking away the rains because they had been slighted, or simply because they forgot them amongst their other duties. The only way to communicate was to give them offerings to catch there attention.

They had offered the odor of sweet grasses, whose smoke rose to the heavens, but the rains did not return. So they tried huge paintings of colored sand that the gods were sure to notice. It had not rained in 4 weeks. If the rains didn't return soon, no more water would be gathered before the next dry season, and the village would surely perish.

And so they had cast the shells. After each of the first two drawings he had been relieved when someone else had picked the one engraved clam shell, but the third time his thumb rubbed across the rough etchings in the smooth shell and his eyes widened in horror. He almost didn't say anything, but the memory of the other two forced his hand, a young man and then, after the gods would not take him, a woman. They both had faced their burden with a grim determination. How could he possibly run in light of their bravery? And so he steeled himself as well as he could, bare feet padding over the cold ground in the moonlight.

They had prepared him, rubbing scented oils all over his body, telling him again and again to remember to implore the gods for water. They gave him an anklet of abalone and a necklace of pearls to offer as gifts once they took him, drilling the proper ceremonies into his mind. He also ate many medicines; spirit's food to make the gods take notice of him. It made his entire body feel as if he were made of clouds moving slowly through syrup; removed from himself and yet more aware of his surroundings. He trembled as he walked. They had both splashed, he knew they had. The gods were supposed to catch you, and whisk you off to heaven, but they had let the other two fall . . . why would they catch him then?

He shook as he approached the precipice. Faint reflections of the moon's light were caught on the sea, so far below him that it was like looking at the luminous specks on a black sand beach. Were the bodies of the others still down there, washing amongst the rocks? The old sage began to chant. Not in any language, but in the voice of all things, drawing the gods attention to this fine specimen that came bearing gifts.

He looked back to the chief whose eyes glittered as a tear leaked out below his large head-dress. With a nod, the chief bade him to offer himself, and so he turned and edged towards the precipice, toes clenching at the rough rock on the sheer edge. Not knowing why, he bellowed, as long and loud as he could as he stepped forward into nothingness.

Immediately his stomach felt like it would leap out of him as he fell. The world tumbled into strobing light and dark as he plummeted. The air was cold against his skin, and he could feel the cold spray of the ocean below him as he prayed for the gods with all his being. Everything seemed to slow down, spinning gracelessly as he couldn't keep his eyes open, the blood rushing to his head as the blackness began to overtake the light of the moon, as if the great serpent were trying to swallow it whole. His consciousness faded to the sound of rushing air in great sweeping beats as he swore he could feel the gods embrace him accompanied by the sound of flapping wings.

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It was dark when he awoke. Immediately, he patted his hands against his chest, and legs. Impossible, he was alive? He took in a deep breath, the deep musty scent of some sort of animal that he couldn't place hung redolent in the air. Perhaps it was the Mother's faithful Lion, or the Uncle's Baboon. There was some dried grass on the floor that poked into his legs, but made the cold dark stone underneath more comfortable, and he shifted his wait as he checked that he still had his necklace and bangle in one piece, all in complete darkness.

His shoulders ached as he moved, it was like he had been wrestling and someone had grabbed him hard enough to bruise his flesh. Stopping suddenly, he heard a noise, a whumph of dank air rushed past him, blowing straw into his unseeing eyes. Not knowing how to proceed, he took off the necklace and prostrated himself, holding it forward to whatever god had saved him as he had been instructed to do. His eyes were closed, it was too dark to see anyways, as he heard something shuffle forwards with an uneven gait and lift the necklace from his hand, something fuzzy and warm brushing past his arms, flickering oddly.

Remembering his training, he then began to implore the god, whoever it was, to bring the rains back, so that his village might live. He repeated his request multiple times, keeping his head to the ground and raising his arms in supplication as he prayed with all his might. On his third incantation of his plea something very curious happened. Some creature with a cold wet nose and soft warm fur sniffed at his head, causing his chanting to cease instantly as it began lapping at his cheek with a quick slippery animal tongue.

His flesh felt strange and hot where the licking continued, almost sensual in a way that made him uneasy, but very curious to see which god it was. Slowly, respectfully, he lifted his head up and laughed at his own stupidity, blinking in the complete darkness accompanied by the odd sensation of the licking muzzle sucking and sliding along his ears. He could see nothing, however, he began to hear something more as, unbeknownst to him, his ears began to stretch up, pulling towards the top of his head as light orange-ish brown fuzz covered them.

It was like the chamber they were in was a living thing, there was the faint rustling of many animals somewhere far away. Perhaps it was just the strong medicine he took, but he swore he could hear things directly above himself. But, he couldn't forget! He opened his mouth to beseech the god again, only to find that the strange furry muzzle pressed against his lips and interrupted his words with a strange kiss. The cool leathery nose pressed against his own and panted against him as the long warm tongue slid serpentine across his gums and palate. Without even meaning to he found himself returning the kiss, sucking and exploring the feel of that quick sinuous tongue.

The thing had long pointed fangs, but also flat blunt teeth enveloped by thin warm lips. Somehow his senses seemed off. He could have sworn that the god's animal's tongue was longer than his own, but now they seemed closer to the same length, and the musty animal taste was replaced by something laced with a peppery citrus undertone that lit up his senses. Even the nose didn't seem cold against his face any longer, but he had to turn his head to the side to make their lips mesh for some strange reason.

His gums ached as the thing's long tongue slid away from him, seeming to take longer to slide out of his mouth than he thought it would. Lips twitching, his own teeth felt wrong in his mouth, and he puzzled over them with his now awkward feeling tongue as his breath panted strangely into his now twitching sensitive ears. As he tried to focus, the thing began lapping across his closed eyelids in quick hot strokes. Muscles twitching, his entire body was beginning to feel hot and he wanted to know why the god had not spoken. . .

When he opened his now wide brown animal eyes, shock settled in immediately. The cave was still dark but he could see dimly. In front of him was the largest fruit bat he had ever seen. Her deep brown wings were held to the ground and used to support her body as her orangish fox-like head leaned in toward him curiously with wide staring eyes. Around her neck the string of pearls rest between her pert animal breasts that were pulled up further towards the first joint of her wings than any human woman's would be. Although she seemed so intelligent, her body was animal; lighter patch of fuzz on her crotch flanked by two small dark nipples as well.

Mind racing, his hands slid up to his now foreign face. It wasn't right. He could feel warm smooth hair, growing around his neck and shoulders. His chin felt all wrong as well, pulling out into a half muzzle while he slid a finger past his gums, across his pointed canines and strangely flat other teeth. His ears were gigantic to his hands as well, tall and ribbed slightly, twitching in his hands as his trembling fingers brushed against them.

All the while the bat sat back and watched him curiously, occasionally running a wing over her head to groom herself. Mind racing, he tried to make sense of his situation . . . Who had bats? Was it the Grandmother, were these her bats? He opened his mouth to implore the creature again, but his new half muzzle made his voice come out in a halting bark. The pearl wearing bat leaned in at that and pressed her soft warm body against his. Stiffening, he wanted to be scared, but it didn't seem malicious. Perhaps . . . it was just helping him? If he grew wings he could then fly to the Grandmother . . . she would be able to understand him even if he couldn't speak.

Resolutely, he watched the bat nuzzle against his chest, which sprouted a thick ruff of fiery fur, fading into a charred wooden color as it reached his shoulders. Nipples stiffening as her cold nose sniffed at them, he was amazed as she took one in her mouth and tugged on it roughly, dragging it closer to the pit of his arm. Her curious furred head then darted up and lapped at his chin cutely as his muscles became sinewy and tough, bunching up around his shoulders, tightening under his taut lightly furred skin particularly around his new nipples, which swelled out slightly. He breathed deeply, calming himself. The Grandmother could always change him back, and he still had the bracelet around his ankle to offer her.

The smell was amazing though, the whole cave permeated with the spicy sweet smell of bat. It couldn't all just be coming from the one creature rubbing against him like an amorous cat. As he thought this the coy bat looked up at him and barked amorously. Wrapping one of her wings around him, her long strong thumb pulled his head towards her. He wondered why until his face brushed against the soft animal mound of her breast. The musk of the bat was intoxicating from this close, and his new wet nose panted automatically, drawing it in, making him delirious with the scent of aroused bat.

Opening his lips slightly, he took the pert dark nipple into his mouth and began to suckle. It only took two or three pulls before a hot stream of creamy sweet liquid shot into his mouth, pouring down his throat as he growled in pleasure. Her thumb stroked at the bases of his ears as they pulled out into their full proper size while she purred and he continued to suck. As the rich milk flowed into him his body began to change even more and more. A thin layer of dark fuzz traveled down his arms as he could feel them bunch and tense while his biceps shortened slightly. His fingers clenched and twitched as the webbing between them crawled up, stretching out haltingly.

His fingers pulled out longer in halting jerks, becoming dainty, then slender, then spindly as the dark skinned membrane drew out between them. His almost dog-like head continued to suckle at the dark teat as she leaned her head down and licked across the plush ruff on the back of his neck. He lost some of the mobility in his fingers as they became rib-like supports for his forming wings, nails darkening into hook like claws at the end. With a creaking feeling, his forearms began to pull out longer, making his shifting limbs seem better proportioned as his wings stretched. His thumb stretched out, growing a longer talon as it wriggled, the only digit left unconstrained by the forming wing.

His armpits felt strange as a developing straining sheet of flesh pulled out, connected to the bottom of his forming wings. He could feel it tug longer, stretching down his sides with every unintentional awkward flap he made. Her soft wing-arms wrapped under the soft skin of his chin, rubbing gently as she pulled his eager head from one teat to the other, letting out a satisfied huff as his warm and hungry mouth latched on to her and began needfully sucking once more. His own chest heaved as the the flesh under his animal nipples formed into soft pert mounds, not unlike the ones he was currently drinking so deeply from.

The skin between his absurdly lengthening fingers became tough and supple as it stretched further, and the membrane below his arms stretched all the way to his hips as it was tugged out further and then relaxed with every instinctual flapping motion. Her breast was so tender, warm in his mouth, and he let out a satisfied churr as she pulled back from him, licking across his furry cheek as he inspected himself. Sleek deep dark fur stretched all the way down to his belly, tickling his now throbbing penis which emerged from a lighter patch of fuzz on his crotch. He flexed his arms experimentally as he was amazed by the flexibility, wriggling the hooked claws of his new strong thumbs while his wings folded and unfolded.

While he was distracted in his haze of new sensations, the sly female bat leaned in began to sniff around his crotch, pink tongue running over her lips hungrily. She nibbled at either side of his bobbing cock, nipping at his flesh until small dark nipples formed. The flesh under them did not swell out at all, but the taut warm skin of his new protrusions tingled as her teeth teased them.

Suddenly, her focus changed, and he let out a surprised bark as she began to lather his member in long wet licks, working her way quickly down from the throbbing head to stroke and caress the base. His forming wings wrapped around her as he gasped, her furred body pressing out against his taut sensitive wing membrane. That tongue was impossibly quick and lit up his senses in ways he didn't believe possible. Amid the sloppy licks and teasing nips, a roll of soft furred flesh formed up around the base of his fleshy pole, engulfing it in a loose comfortable sheath while her ministrations descended to his still human testes.

Ears pivoting in bliss, his thumbs rubbed gently against the back of her soft head as her lips slid over one of his balls, pulling it into her balmy mouth. She swilled it around, lapping against his soft pliant flesh, first one and then the other, pausing to nuzzle against them with the musky ruff of her muzzle. Soon each orb began to swell, becoming taut against his scrotum as it developed a dusting of short light brown fuzz. They jostled larger as his member began to leak more and more clear pre from its still human tip.

Pausing for a brief moment she panted over the tip of his penis, drawing in his spicy male smell. Then suddenly, she opened her steamy mouth wide and bobbed down over his entire cock. Jilting in pleasure, his hips jerked up as he yipped in animal pleasure. Her teeth scraped over his sensitive skin as her frenetically lapping tongue flickered along his length. With body wrenching tugs he felt his penis begin to twist and pull in all directions, almost as if it were writhing inside of her gullet. Losing definition, the head of his tortured member became more pointed, head losing definition as his skin thinned down, leaving an electric taste in her mouth along with the peppery tang of his pre.

Pulling her head back, the cool dank air of the cavern was almost painful on his member as she slid off, licking her chops and staring up at him with her wide innocent eyes. His member was now an ebon skinned tapering rod that was pulling, twisting of its own accord, making him moan as it rubbed against the soft fur of his belly, occasionally bumping into one of his warm new nipples. He flapped his wings uselessly as he could smell his own arousal. Straining, he bent his flexible new body forwards, surprised as his neck arced down and his tongue flickered out of its own accord.

Spine creaking into a more comfortable form, he lapped at his member that twitched about, seeming to push back against his fervent tongue. He could taste her own fiery scent along his animal cock, mixed with his own musty flavor. His large balls tightened in their sack as he shamelessly lapped his slick new penis, oblivious as his new companion balanced herself on short legs and wing tips, bending down and huffing around his backside.

Her folded wings pressed against his legs, deft clawed thumbs running over the taut raised membranous flesh beginning to pull up onto his thighs. Slick dark fur raced down his legs as she rubbed, and his bones began to creak as they condensed, pulling back towards his body with a smooth grinding sensation that made him gasp around the flesh of his member. Her tongue flicked out, under his swollen testes, lapping across his anus as it pulled out, hips realigning as his ass was exposed to the cool cave's air. As she rubbed harder and more intensely with her wings, his legs shrank even further; fuzzy and sleek, raised membrane of flesh stretching all the way to his ankles causing his loose abalone bangle to fit tighter with a nice snugness around his strong joint.

The huffing heat of her mouth moved past his now antrozous anus, and began to drill the spot just under it, nibbling with scraping bites as the flesh began to bulge. With slavering licks she caressed his growing nub of a tail, and began coaxing out the final ridge of thin dark veined skin that connected his ankles and tail.

Splayed out in odd directions, his toes started to bulge, pushing out further, as they clenched wildly. Grinning a batty grin, she leaned back and grabbed his awkward changing feet with her own perfectly formed talons. She massaged his digits as beautiful strong black claws pushed out, muscles shifting to allow them to latch on to a roost effortlessly. Any semblance of a heel disappeared as his toes became longer but infinitely more deft, beginning to rub back against the coy bat's own squeezing paws.

Soon their hooked claws disentangled themselves from each other with a few soft ticks as their talons scraped apart. His entire body trembled. He could smell her arousal, leaking from between the two moist lips nestled in the orange tuft between her legs. She teased him, rubbing a soft wing against his stiff penis and flicking her tongue across his fuzzy cheek. More than anything in the world he wanted her affection; to rub his new body against hers and feel the warmth of their souls mingling together. His senses now lit up, the darkness of the cave receding completely and the comfortable cave smell intensifying along with her peppery musk.

She seemed to grin as her muzzle turned upwards, large eyes glinting as she scratched herself adorably with a wing-tip. His new clear gaze followed hers, drifting up while his jaw dropped and he let out a startled peep. They weren't alone. The entire ceiling was filled with furry brown bodies, twitching ears, and silently watching eyes. There were too many of the huge bats to count, covering the entire surface of the vast cave's rough ceiling. Although he was embarrassed at first, their myriad eyes did not seem to judge him and so he clumsily got to his stubby new feet, balancing also on the tips of his wings.

The sly female rekindled his lust in an instant by giving the tip of his member a quick peck, and then, just when she had his attention, spread her great wings and soared upwards sending dry grass billowing in her wake. His eyes followed her graceful arc, gliding up further and further until she daintily latched onto one of the few uninhabited patches of the ceiling. She spread out her wings as she hung, ears twitching as if to beckon him to her. Although he had no clue how to get there, he could think of nothing he wanted in the entire world more than her. And so he spread his wings, and jerkingly flapped, teetering into the air. There were peeps and barks of laughter from his fellow bats as he caught the air with his new wings, pulling himself further up in widening gyres.

It was like his body knew what to do, and even amid the hundreds of other bats, his nose drew him directly to her unique acrid tang. With a desperate lunge, he grabbed out with one of his clawed feet, wings brushing against other furry bodies as his strong new talons caught hold of the ceiling and latched on snugly. He had missed his mark by quite a bit, and perturbed a few of his neighbors in the process, but his lust drew him forward, as he latched on to the the rough stone ceiling with his hook-clawed thumbs and crawled awkwardly between wing encased members of his staring audience towards her.

Being upside down felt so much more comfortable than being stuck on the hard ground, and it was warm up here, air filled with the comfort of so many others. He crawled his way between wrapped wings, hooking ponderously along the ceiling until his eyes met those luminous amber orbs that could only be hers. Their eyes locked as he licked his lips, she hid behind her folded wings coyly as her ears swiveled toward him. Sniffing, he held firmly to the roof while he rubbed the side of his muzzle against her soft wings, pulling himself up as she purred at him.

Bending his now flexible body, he huffed around her legs, slipping his head under her wrapped wings, smell driving him insane. He felt the two small soft nubs of her vestigial nipples, licking across the soft fuzz her crotch, pinching them gently between his teeth. It was so warm and dark, enveloped in her taut wing membranes as his tongue licked out around the moist hotness of her labia. He shivered at the taste, so strong, deep and spicy, a growl rose in his throat as he spread her tight nether-lips further and licked into her. She clenched, entire body twisting in pleasure as his tongue writhed and quickly flickered inside of her, lashing out occasionally to drag across her taut clit.

Dragging his tongue across his black lips, he slid back, flapping his spread wings slowly in pleasure before he pulled himself along the ceiling. She nuzzled his erect and pulsing member before he circled behind her, hanging down against her warm body, member sandwiched between them, new animal breasts pressed against the heat of her back. She twisted her head around dexterously and their muzzles locked together in a needy kiss, tongues twisting together intensely. Panting, he pulled back, body operating on instinct as he shifted his hips, member pulling down, sliding across downy fur before feeling the slickness of her clenched folds.

Both sets of their wings fluttered in anticipation as his long denied member slid smoothly into her. His wings wrapped around her as he began to piston his body, sliding into her as those hot folds tightened rhythmically around him. Their occasional flaps of pleasure brushed against the folded wings of their curious audience that were surrounding them on every side, but he could only feel her and the glorious passion flowing between them. Her back bumped against his pert new teats with every thrust, causing him to suck in breaths of unexpected bliss.

Soon he drove his member almost to the hilt into her, leaving only a small segment of sensitive flesh outside of her body as his rocking shoves slowed into harsh full body motions that ground against all of their nerves. He inhaled her scent, wet nose pressed against the nape of her neck, it was so pure, redolent with potent animal sex. She enjoyed his nibbling at her neck, rocking in time with his thrusts before she bent herself double, wings extended, flapping occasionally as she leaned her muzzle in to where the thick base of his member spread her swollen sex wider and wider.

He felt her hot breath an instant before her tongue shot out and licked the base of his engorged dick, lapping at their mingled flavors along its root even as it slid further into her. Her tongue slid up along her stretched labia, shivering and mewling, flickering over his ring of flesh that remained outside of her, occasionally scraping over her own clitoris, shivering insides writhing and eliciting moans from behind her. Even the new nipples flanking his crotch rubbed against her, his balls jostling as they clenched wildly, seething and churning as his whole body tightened.

It happened so suddenly, her walls clamping down hard as his member jerked up and began to loose jets of his own musky essence into her. She kept licking at the base of his pulsing member, feeling it jerk and tense as it forced more and more of his hot bat-seed into her. The taste of maleness drove her wild as she let her head fall back, rife with both of their musky lust. The world dissolved into hot release as they found themselves drawn into and eddy of immeasurable ecstasy. Their wings flapped about wildly as they screeched in pure bliss. The rest of the once silent bats joined in, flapping and hollering as soon the cave was filled with a joyous cacophony as he pounded against her; desperately thrusting, squeezing out everything in molten waves until his balls ached and his chest heaved as their blissful joining died down into the embers of love.

He slid out of her slowly, cleaning his exhausted member with a few licks as it retreated back inside of its soft sheath. She groomed herself as well, once wide eyes tired and half lidded, but in a completely satisfied way. Nibbling softly at her ears while burbling his happiness with soft chirps, he wrapped his wings around her, pulling her close as they both settled in for a long days sleep. Her heart beat against his chest as his breathing slowed and his mind began to wander.

The last thing he noticed before he drifted into sleep's embrace was the other bats around them. Almost all of them wore some kind of gaudy bauble on their persons, a carved wooden hoop in the edge of a fuzzy twitching ear, a shining ring around an idle thumb. He flexed his own ankle where the once loose abalone bracelet now fit snugly against his flesh. Perhaps he was closer to home than he thought.