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 The chirps and chitters of the jungle wildlife

were a gentle but beautiful orchestration, only broken by the sharp pop of the

champagne cork and riotous cheers all round. In front of the glowing campfire

was Dr Archie Temple, adventuring fox extraordinaire. Surrounding him were a

party of guides and survivalists, as well as his faithful feline companion

James, a tabby who accompanied Archie on all his adventures.

 "Everybody shall remember this day as the

day when Dr Temple discovered the Lost Tomb!" Archie cried, raising a

glass. Everyone cheered and guzzled their drinks as the light festivities went

on into the night. Soon enough, Archie and James were sat aside from the group

on a log.

 "So, the Lost Tomb of Selcatnet. Another

great success for Archie Temple!" said James, smiling widely. The façade

of the ruins themselves loomed overhead behind them, some part of it always in

view and reminding them that they had yet to explore the mysteries within.

 "I try not to give myself too much

credit. History will remember the Lost Tomb, not Dr Temple," he said

solemnly.

 "Give yourself a break, Archie. People

will remember you." Archie noticed something strange in James' eyes in

that moment. "I'll remember you. How could I not remember such

a...handsome face?"

 The cat's fingers reached out and tenderly ran

themselves up Archie's leg. Archie couldn't get out any words, only gasps.

James had always been a rock, the straight man in their duo. Could it be

possible that - in a very different way - he wasn't a straight man at all?

Archie himself had been curious about his own sexuality for quite some time,

but he'd never even considered the possibility that James could be that way

inclined.

 "James, I...are you...?" Archie's

hands quivered as he was shushed by James and the champagne glass fell and

clinked to the ground from the surprise of what happened next. The meeting of

their lips seemed to stop the turn of the Earth. The clamour of the rest of the

party seemed a million miles away. All that Archie could hear was his own

racing heartbeat slowing to match James' pulse in his lips. The slow and

sensual movement of their lips calmed Archie so much and felt so...right...that

he almost forgot where he was.

 Archie leapt up and over the log, panting and

blinking away the flashbulb memories of the kiss. "Well James, I think we

ought to...uhm, maybe we should...you know, explore the tomb?"

 James swallowed, seemingly embarrassed by his

forwardness. "This late at night, doctor?"

 "Yes, I think we ought to get in there as

soon as possible." Archie couldn't help himself. "I think I would

enjoy the...privacy."

 James bit his lip and got up to follow. The

darkness of the ruins enveloped the pair as they headed inside, trudging across

the damp stone floors. Soon they found themselves bathed in the unearthly glow

of green flames, coming from braziers on the walls. This temple had been lost

for hundreds of years, yet the flames burned happily as if they were just

lit...

 Archie was too nervous to turn around. He only

stopped when James sped up and grabbed his shoulder, pushing him against the

wall.

 "I didn't always feel like this,"

James said quietly, his fingers tracing down Archie's toned torso.

"There's just something about you...over time, this job became something

more than a job to me."

 Archie didn't protest as James' paws explored

lower territories, gripping at the bulge that was pronounced by the tight

adventuring khakis.

 "James, i-is this such a good idea?"

Archie gasped, knees shaking.

 "Just let it happen and then I'll let you

decide for yourself." James' fingers deftly unzipped Archie's trousers and

went fishing inside, soon finding their mark in the form of the flesh rising

from the fox's sheath.

 Archie let his eyes fall closed and his member

rise into James' paw, the heat of his fingers squeezing around the shaft making

him squirm. It pumped up and down, an urgent pace that made Archie's hips tense

and roll. Their lips met again, the contact of their bodies almost transferring

feelings as well as shocks of excitement. Waves of tingles radiated through

Archie's body, building up in his loin, empowered by James' lustful rubbing.

The cat grinned when he felt the drips of precum slipping down his fingers,

knowing that his forwardness wasn't a bad thing at all. Archie was surprised be

the new sensation of a tongue rolling over his own and he wasted no time in

setting his own tongue to work. He had little experience with such passionate

smooching, but it seemed to make James pump his paw even harder, fist slapping

against knot on each down-stroke. Suddenly Archie was shocked with an

incredible bolt of pleasure like electricity coursing through his veins and as

hot as the seed that blasted from his cockhead. He broke his lips away from

James' and howled to the ceiling, panting and nearly losing control of his legs

as the cat peeled his fingers off the slippery length.

 "James, that was..." Archie started,

almost unable to speak.

 "Such a good idea," James giggled.

"You've made a mess of my coat, you naughty adventurer. I'll have to fetch

my handkerchief, would you excuse me?"

 James left Archie to sink down the wall to the

floor, still lost in the haze of the afterglow.

 The temple was bathed in deathly silence.

Archie was soon able to rise to his feet and store away his used tackle. After

all that, he might as well clear his mind with some adventuring. Not much

further into the temple was a huge set of stone doors, which seem to have been

closed for centuries apart from the huge gap at one side where the rock was eroded

away. Archie found just enough room here to squeeze through, finding himself in

a huge circular chamber where the green glow hung heavy in the air like mist.

In the centre was a raised platform with a stone throne atop it, surrounded by

a pond of green-ish gooey water. Archie made his way slowly up the thin

staircase to the throne in the centre, reading the ancient runes scribed upon

it.

'May any who sit

upon my throne unleash my curse upon the world.'

 Archie was no stranger to curses and the amazing

property they all shared - they were totally fake. He sat himself down on the

dusty stone of the throne, taking himself back in time mentally and imagining

what it must have felt like to be in charge in these spiritually fuelled times.

He'd certainly have asked for a more comfortable seat. There were bumps

pressing into his back that felt somehow unnatural, almost like they were

moving...

 Archie squealed as he felt his torso being

squeezed by some kind of bonds, pulling him firmly back into the seat. Looking

down he saw many thick tentacle-like things, coloured just the same as the mist

and the goo below. Two more wrapped themselves tight around his wrists and

ankles and he saw they were indeed tentacles, binding him to the throne. Two

tentacles were rising from the goo on either side of him, each one thicker than

his bonds and tipped by a bulging, throbbing appendage. The left one was the

first to approach, the decidedly phallic tip poking at either side of his neck

and hovering in front of his face menacingly. He let his lips part for a moment

to whimper and it pounced. He gagged as the tentacle forced its way into his

throat, his neck bulging out noticeably as it slithered down into his

oesophagus. As it stopped moving, apparently now in position, he felt air

returned to his lungs somehow. He was too bewildered to question anything right

now and there was some kind of light tingling inside his throat like he'd never

felt before. It felt...nice.

 The tentacles tugged him up off the throne

with remarkable strength, the thinner ones ripping and tearing his clothes away

and leaving him naked except for tatters held in place by his bonds. The wrist

tentacles were keeping his arms far out of the way unable to squirm and the

ankle bonds were pulling themselves apart, the other big tentacle

approaching...Archie realised what he was in for and starting writhing as much

as he could, but he found that his muscles were aching with little movement to

show for it. He was trapped in the grasp of the tentacles and panicking...and

the tentacles reacted. The tentacle that was lodged deep in his throat started

to bulge from the water, a bump travelling up the length until his pressed to

his lips and squeezed them further open, forcing its way down and stretching

his throat even more. He felt a pop and a warm sensation as whatever it was

dropped from the end of the tentacle inside him...and suddenly he was at peace.

His muscles relaxed so much he forgot he had them at all and he moaned out loud

around the tentacle as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over him. It warmed

every limb and settled in his crotch, his cock rising up and throbbing once

more. Suddenly all he could think about what the great pleasure these tentacles

were giving him and he wanted to lay there and take everything they had to

offer.

 A tentacle rose from under the chair - it

wasn't like the others, this one was topped with a more female appendage. It

sank down over his shaft and knot, squeezing tight like a second skin and

pulsing softly in time with his heartbeat. It felt so good, like James' paw

multiplied a thousand times. He hardly noticed that the other big male tentacle

was pressing itself up under his tail, preparing to make its entrance. It did

so slowly, apparently confident that Archie wouldn't put up a resistance.

Archie had never felt that kind of sensation before and he groaned as the thick

tentacle stretched him more than an anal virgin should be stretched. It made

his lower stomach bulge and this bump travelled up his body as it wormed its way

through Archie's insides and settled deep in his belly. It wasn't long before

he felt a pumping from there too as the tentacle injected something inside him.

It filled his stomach and didn't stop there and Archie could only watch as his

abdomen grew and grew. It was uncomfortable at first, but the feeling of

fullness and the warmth from his new gooey filling was extraordinary. It made

Archie's cock shoot off its seed already, apparently satisfying the female

tentacle as it retracted.

 He heard a voice talking in his head.

"Biological sequence accepted...please accept my blessing, chosen

one."

 There was something huge travelling up the

tentacle filling his rear. It was bigger than the one that went in his mouth

and judging from the lack of throbbing, it was solid. He screamed into the

tentacle as it forced its way into him, not taking no for an answer. It stung

more than anything he'd felt before, but once past the thickest point it popped

inside with a wet shlick sound. It felt like it was tearing up his insides as

it was pressed through by some otherworldy peristalsis, wrenching its way into

his stomach and settling like a heavy dinner in his stomach. The tentacle left

his tailhole with another lewd pop, leaving his hole gaping and dripping the

ooze. The mouth tentacle soon left him too and he panted as he was once again

able to draw his own breaths.

 He thought his ordeal was over, but whatever

the tentacles had impregnated in his now balloon-like belly wasn't finished

yet. He felt it pushing up his throat like a tentacle from within, snaking its

way out of his mouth and landing down in front of the throne. His belly got

smaller and smaller as more and more of the substance forcibly left his body

and he coughed as the last sliver found the exit. It formed into a ball of goo

in front of the throne and soon started to grow upwards, taking humanoid form.

Archie gasped as he realised what was happening - the goo was taking the shape

of his own body. The green colour subsided and now in front of him was a perfect

clone of his body, apart from sickly green eyes.

 "And lo, I was reborn," it said,

admiring its new form. "I am Selcatnet and you have unleashed my

curse."

 "What do you want?" Archie growled,

still indignant about the way the old king had insisted on reincarnating

himself.

 "My only aim is to consume. I shall

devour the world and absorb all of its energy. I will own the known universe

once again." There was silence for a while. "I can see into your

memories, little thing. Maybe I'll start with your friend James."

 Selcatnet left bearing a devious grin and evil

frown. The tentacles holding Archie down were just as strong as when they first

appeared and there was nothing he could do but watch as the old king left with

his body.

 It was about this time that Archie started to

reconsider his choice of career.