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Disclaimer - Some things from the past will stay there forever. They had their limelight, but will never again grace the earth except as kitschy anachronisms. Others however, keep resurfacing throughout history regardless of how deep people bury them. Some are relatively harmless, like bell bottoms or constitutional monarchy. Others however, have much more sinister resurgences: kleptocracy, blood sport, and the idea of a fashionable mullet. This story, dear readers, is one such hulking beast from the past trying to claw and huff and ravish its way back into our world. So please only proceed if you can deal with the uncanny deja vu of a new old world order. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Restoration of the Queen

Joan didn't know why she thought that archeology was going to be glamorous and fun in any way, shape, or form. In her head, it was supposed to be some kind of cross between Indiana Jones and CSI, but what she got was chewed out for touching pebbles in a long stretching desert that could only charitably be called inhospitable. South Africa was supposed to be warm, but as it turned out, July just happened to be the middle of winter, and so although the days were tolerable, if you could find a balance between scorching sun and chilly air, her nights were spent shivering in a sleeping bag wishing that she'd made better life choices.

Your professor is going on a dig, they'd said. Wouldn't it be a nice opportunity to see the world, they'd said. But instead of seeing anything related to real world culture, she had been whisked half way up some mountain with a bunch of pretentious Dr. Livingston wannabes who were convinced that they were literally unearthing history.

Having an example made of her didn't help either. She knew they were not supposed to disturb anything without Prof. Jameson's say so, but she didn't think that a little pebble could possibly matter. The professor, of course, had overreacted: where did you find it? How was it laid out? This could have been used for food preparation! All the while his little freckly redheaded teacher's pet, Roy Brownsfield, had been standing behind him, chin going up and down like a bobble head, interjecting just to let her know how important some stupid pebble could be.

And so she had been shunned to surveying duty, which Mr. Jameson swore was the most important step, but Joan knew that she was simply marching around scooping up topsoil compositions so that she wouldn't touch anymore of their stupid little toys. It wasn't like just touching something that had managed to stick around for like a million years was actually going to hurt it. If the very forces of nature couldn't break something, what chance would a junior in college have?

During this particular day, Joan was trudging up the little step-like shelves that meandered up the side of the mountain, kneeling down every hundred meters to begrudgingly collect a spoonful of dirt and deposit it in a ziplock bag. They were literally the exact same kind that she used to put sandwiches in, not a special vial or anything. And instead of some cool sorted attache case, she had to scribble their coordinates on them with a sharpie and chuck them in her knapsack. You really couldn't call it scientific, it was more like a scavenger hunt for overly gullible adults.

But as her worn dinner spoon crunched into the sandy soil this particular time, there was an odd clunk. This wasn't particularly unusual as there were rocks just under the surface pretty much everywhere, but something about this particular one enticed her to dig a little bit further. There was some kind of long gray weathered stone down there, edges rough and calcified, and since she didn't have anything better to do, she reached in with her fingers, dirt already caked under her nails as she wiggled the surprisingly large rock and then pulled. It slid from the earth almost like it wanted to, a long rough shape with a bulge at one end of it. It was probably completely natural, but there was something about it that just seemed too symmetrical to her, some odd feeling that it was important somehow . . .

Joan frowned as she looked down. This put her in a bit of a pickle. She should probably go find the professor, but she could imagine what his reaction would be as she rolled it around in her hands. She really should have just left it in the ground, but something about it just begged to be touched. Re-burying it wouldn't work, but Mr. Jameson just knew dirt too well. Maybe she could just leave it by his tent . . . but something about that felt wrong as well . . .

Footsteps crunched on the gravel behind her, Joan panicking as she took the long stone and tucked it into her belt under her shirt, taking her spoon and scooping at the soil surreptitiously as she hunched over and craned her neck behind her. "Hey, Joan." The professor's deep voice rang out as he smiled down at her, sun glinting off of his chestnut brown skin. "Just wanted to tell you that we found some really good stuff in patch 186 B. Thanks for scouting it out. We may have found the bottom of a neolithic water vessel!" The excitement in his voice was palpable. "Keep up the good work." He beamed.

"That's great professor . . ." Joan began, feeling the insult just waiting under his words as he threatened to remind her of the pebble faux pas. "I'm just uhh . . ." She shifted her weight as the sand itched in her pants. "There's a lot of rocks just under the surface here, so I'm just finding a good place for a sample . . ." She tried to explain the hole in front of her.

"Yeah, it's a very stony area up here." The professor smiled and surveyed the area, basking in the scenery that stretched out below them, looking like some adventurer from the 1920s. "Here, I can show you a few tricks for finding a good spot to take . . ."

"No! . . . err, I've got it." Joan stuttered as the professor stepped back, surprised. "Thanks a lot, but I think I've got it under wraps. I'll uhh . . . see you back at base camp for dinner?"

"Alright then." The professor smiled down, taking off his wide brimmed canvas hat and wiping his brow. "Just let me know if you need anything before then, and keep up the amazing work!" He then walked back towards the main camp, with the spring of a truly contented individual in his step.

What a maroon.

Joan breathed a sigh of relief as he left, pulling the long gritty stone out from her pants. It wasn't quite as rough as she remembered it though, the odd weathered edges seemed a little smoother, but that was probably just the dirt and grit having all rubbed off inside of her trousers . . . She sighed before reaching under her belt to shake out her boxers and dust herself off, but as her hand made contact with her flesh, she blushed, feeling just how hot her skin was . . . and she had to admit that she was at least a little aroused. Maybe it was just the act of playing the part of a smuggler or something, but she was definitely feeling more frisky than she had since she got here.

"Got ants in your pants?" Sandy's head shot up as she whipped the mysterious stone around behind her back and turned around.

"Goddammit, Roy. Don't you have something better to be doing?" Usually he'd be off brown nosing the professor like usual. Instead he was standing there with his annoying lopsided grin, slightly too large clothes bunched around his bright orange nylon belt.

"I'm on break, and I just wanted to see what our little pebble thief was up to." His whiny tone beamed with glee as he tucked his thumbs into his belt loops, wispy orange hair blowing in the wind.

"Not that it's any of your business, but _ I'm _ still taking samples." Her hand clenched around the rock behind her as she scowled at him. Its weight felt oddly reassuring in her palm.

"Well good. It will keep you from the things you might walk away with." He tittered in a way that made it hard to see his comment as a friendly joke.

"Fuck off, asswit." She rolled her eyes. "I'd hate to see the professor come back and see me doing all the real work while you just hang around looking pretty."

"The professor?" His eyes lit up "Was he here?"

"He just left over there." She gestured towards the mounds in the opposite way that the professor had gone, face completely lacking in emotion.

"Well, I've got to report our findings. We've actually got something to show for our work." He hurried off with his awkward gait, carefully stepping over the scrubby bushes as he called out to the non-existent professor with his whiny wheezing voice.

Joan waited for him to stumble over the horizon before taking her clenched hand out from behind her back. This stony thing seemed almost more trouble than it was worth . . ._ Almost _. It had a surface that was about as rough as an unfinished brick, but felt oddly conductive, getting warmer where her fingers had curled white knuckled against it. She didn't want anyone like Roy coming to steal her glory, so she stuck it in the bottom of her dusty canvas bag, continuing on her thankless route while occasionally peeking under the flap of her knapsack, fingers reaching in to brush across the long stone's reassuring one-sided weight.

* * *

After scarfing down the re-hydrated food back at camp, she had to wait through the monotonous process of everyone saying what they'd accomplished in the day. But all that Joan could think about was the fact that she'd left that lengthy mysterious stone in her tent, hidden in the bottom of her sleeping bag. Although every member of their expedition was at the central awning with her, what was to stop someone from just . . . stumbling across it and stealing it from her? The very idea terrified her in a vivid and visceral way.

Realizing that the rest of the group was looking at her and waiting, she awkwardly changed her train of thought and gave her monotone report of taking samples in areas 190C through 194E before scarfing down her food while desperately waiting for everyone else to shut up.

Afterward, Joan breathed a sigh of relief as she unzipped the door of her tent, falling forwards and shoving her arm deep inside of her sleeping bag, fingers clenched around the strange nearly smooth stone, a mysterious graceful curved cylinder with an oddly blunt bulb on one end and a chiseled taper at the other. Maybe she'd figure out what it was supposed to be used for and show everyone else just how to be a real archeologist . . . The idea was appealing, letting everyone see just how intelligent she really was . . . Getting them to think _ her _ way.

She got into her nylon sleeping bag and peaked the gray stone out from the insulated edge, looking at in in the dim white light of her electric lantern. It was about as rough as worn granite or basalt, but she couldn't quite place the exact kind of stone. It had odd little flecks of deeper colors just under the dusty surface that she marveled at at she held it just in front of her nose. This must be like the discovery of the century, but she couldn't share it with anyone. Not yet . . .

Sliding the smoother stone back into her sleeping bag, she dozed off into the torpor that proceeds sleep. She held the stone close against her body, curling up as the surrounding temperature began to drop, holding the heavy reassurance of the rock between her legs as she shivered. It felt nice against her bared skin, but even though she rubbed it against her femininity, it only left her feeling oddly frustrated. As she continued to be unable to sleep, she slid the rock back absentmindedly, eyes opening as she gasped at the sensation. The weighty heat of the rock seemed to resonate through her as it brushed against her anus, causing her to shift her hips, feeling the odd stone material slide slightly up against her ass cheeks.

Never had she considered that anal stimulation could be so enticing, so absolutely rewarding as she swabbed the small end of her stone around her tensed ass. She licked her lips with a lusty enthusiasm as she thought about the pleasure. It wasn't quite right . . . There should be someone else, someone there to venerate her and worship her ass she thought groggily. As she moaned softly, half asleep, her body tensed, pink skin of her anus darkening and swelling, becoming plump and supple: a clenched animal orifice that quivered needfully in the darkness.

* * *

Joan's dreams were wild and vivid, of adoring masses and fluted columns, obedient workers and lovers alike. But as she woke, it all dissolved, leaving her with a sense of loss and dissatisfaction. She groaned as she could hear the others waking up around her tent, milling about outside the blue nylon sanctuary. Sighing, she dressed herself, groaning as she slid on her boxers, feeling them brush against her ass as she smiled, shivering slightly, holding the dark polished marble stone in her hand, running her fingers over it and feeling the strange rune-like sigils that were barely visible on the surface.

She had found something amazing, and she wanted to show them all, to be the archeologist that actually accomplished something, but she wasn't quite ready. She needed to truly understand it, to figure it out before someone tried to steal it from her just like that pebble . . . the thought filled her with a bitter smoldering distaste. They would all understand eventually. She would help them. The idea rang in her mind as she slipped the stone into the bottom of her rucksack.

Going through the morning ritual of eating and getting her assignment for the day was excruciating. All of these people were acting like they were actually doing something, when really, they were just brushing at scraps. They should be trying to _ restore _ an empire instead of just sniffing around the edges of it.

The day was arduous, walking along and scooping up samples taking on a new monotony. Whenever Joan passed another student, her hand tightened around the straps of her bag. It was hard to say if she was scared that they'd accuse her of screwing up the dig, or worried that they wanted the stone for themselves. But either way, she trusted the rest of them less and less with each passing hour.

When Roy came around for his usual round of ill planned jibes she snarled at him, grasping her bag to her chest as her eyes blazed with anger.

"It sounded like there was some kind of altercation in your tent last night." He sneered. "Did a jackal wander into it, or were you just lonely?"

"Fuck off, Roy." Her lips revealed her teeth in something that didn't even begin to resemble a smile, her usual apathy replaced with suspicion bordering on seething hatred. "Or I _ will _ make you . . ."

"Jeeze, someone's still grumpy from having their pebble taken away." He swallowed heavily even as he made the joke. "Maybe you just need someone to help you stay warm at night . . ." He raised a light brow, grinning awkwardly.

Her eyes narrowed, and he turned and stumbled away back towards camp, looking back over his shoulder as if he was worried that she'd lunge at him any second.

The rough fabric from her bag left imprints on her hands as she unclenched from around it, breathing a sigh of relief as she reached in and grasped around its polished smooth matte surface. She couldn't just leave it in her bag anymore. He might come back . . . Who knows, maybe he would bring the others as well. She couldn't have that; she wouldn't let them sneak the stone away from her.

Leaving her battered spoon on the ground, she swept up her bag, not willing to return the stone to it, but also unwilling to walk around with it in the open. There just seemed to be one option. She tugged open her belt, and inserted the blunt end of the stone into her pants, feeling its reassuring weight against her crotch as she zipped up after it, leaving her with nothing but a decided bulge in her trousers. She walked stiffly at first, but the stone felt less and less uncomfortable as she strode away from the camp, looking for a place that was safe from their prying eyes and grasping fingers.

There was something comforting about walking towards the mountain, as if it were a home that she was coming back to after a long absence. Her hiking boots crunched through the gritty soil as she scuttled up an incline, the smooth stone making her moan as it ground against her labia, pleasure encouraging her to find a more secluded place. Past a small thicket after bouldering over some rocky debris, she found just what she was looking for, a low looming cave, mouth almost filled in with the piled up dirt of the ages.

Joan got to her belly and crawled inside, slipping down the quick incline, hips grinding against the ground as she grit her teeth in pleasure. The inside of the cave was smooth and dark, fading on into blackness as she lay back and began to unzip her pants. The thought of any animals or insects disturbing her didn't even cross her mind as she panted. They wouldn't dare.

As she wrestled off her boxers, her hand brushed against the smooth warm surface of the stone, and she gasped, the feeling amazingly intense, resonating through her loins. Her pussy was glistening and hot, and when she grabbed the stone and ground that wide base against herself, her eyes rolled back in ecstatic pleasure. It just felt so right, one hand reaching back to finger and prod at the wide sensitive ring of her dark skinned clenched anus as well.

As rough as she was, rubbing the smooth heavy base of her stone against her self just wasn't enough. She levered it this way and that, grinding it against her labia, spreading herself wide as she shoved it against her inner orifice. As she gritted her teeth, they began to creak out longer, canines growing out as others began to follow suit, straining to match her frustration. Her ears pulled back along her head unnoticed, lengthening into brown furred points while tendons stood out in her neck. Toes straining in her boots, she screamed out, growling wail of pleasure reverberating through the dark cavern as she shoved, her hot flesh seeming to pulse and warp as the stone bulge was rammed inside of her with a wet thud.

Immediately her eyes widened, tongue lolling out through her myriad pointed white teeth as her hand began to pump wildly at the stone shaft jutting from her crotch, sensations exploding inside of her as a mind-numbing burst of pleasure. The shocking tingling bliss ran down her spine, creaking and stretching out as her anus pulled and clenched against her finger, tugged out to animalistic prominence as a black tufted tail haltingly slid forth just above it.

As she continued to furiously pump with her hand, the stone began to feel different under her fingers, dark and fleshy, pulsing veins evident under the tight black forming skin as it began to bob in time with her heartbeat. Her insides no longer clenched against the bulb inside of her, instead she felt hot pressure welling out, flesh straining as two distinct bulges formed below where her black shaft now seamlessly jutted from her crotch. As her body strained and pulsed, swampy brown fur began to well out over her hips, gaining speed as it spread up her belly and down her clenched thighs. The pressure below her shaft sweltered as her skin bulged, becoming loose and twitching, tight orbs pressing out into the soft flesh, hanging just above her twitching dark musky anus, each masculine lump beginning to pulse and churn with corruptingly potent animal seed.

Joan's mind was on fire as her body surged with the power she never knew she had longed for. Her skin thickened, becoming loose and tough as gray brown fur bloomed all over her body, dappled by darker spots. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth as her tongue became longer: thick and raspy, dangling out from her thinning black lips as her face creaked out into a hyenine muzzle. Her nose stretched, nostrils flaring as they became dark and smooth, a huffing moist end to her muzzle, drinking in her overwhelming masculine scent, tempered only by her dominant female musk.

Her thick meaty cock twitched as the head gained chiseled animal definition, jerking and pulling with spasmodic pulses, clear musky pre leaking from the tip, coating her fingers and seeping into the loose furry sheath forming at the base. Almost instinctively, she switched her hand's positions, letting her dry digits slide along her slick bulging shaft as her slippery hot ones groped between her ass cheeks. The frictionless anal contact made her giggle out in high pitched barking pleasure as her middle finger slid inside of her dark clenching star, her musky entrance clenching wildly as the digit swelled out, becoming blunt and animal as a leathery bulge pressed against something inside of her that made her cock buck and twist. Her other fingers followed suit, slick pads grasping as blunt dark claws tensed, fanned out over her shapely ass under her frenetically wagging tail.

Other hand pulling into a hefty paw, the sensations of her suede fingers scraping over her length made her growl out with needy lust. There were faintly visible glyphs and sigils under her pumping pads, sinister symbols of power that were impossible to focus on as the fur spread up to her chest, nipples becoming thick and dark as plush fur subsumed her flesh, fabric of her shirt straining and then snapping off in a rip of cloth and revealing her now ample breasts that shook as she rocked her body back and forth.

Her entire frame began to bulge with muscle, her neck creaking forwards as her unkempt hair was replaced by a central bristly ridge of auburn fur that ran back from between her ears down her bulging muscular neck. There was a moment of pain, her feet bulging in her shoes before bursting forth from their pathetic trappings, toes swelling into heavy wide foot-paws as her feet pulled and creaked out into a prominent animal alignment, bones creaking as her muscles swelled. Her growing powerful paws splayed out, grasping at the dark cool air as she continued to stroke her girthy shaft, one powerful finger still tensing in her stretched clenching tailhole.

Neck creaking out again with a final crunch, she threw her head back, panting in wild heavy breaths as physically palpable need rose up inside of her, radiating from the pit of her stomach to her weighty slapping testicles: from the tip of her glistening twitching shaft to the end of her waggling tail: from her wriggling splayed out paw pads to her pulled back ears as her breath caught in her throat.

It rose up inside of her like a tidal wave, crashing through her body as her ass clenched in wild inhuman tugs around her finger before her balls tightened and hot spattering gouts of fiery hyenine essence jolted from her jerking, twisting cock. Her entire massive animal body straining as her howl of pleasure broke into a manic giggling laugh as her potent musky jizzum splashed against her muzzle, her long pink tongue lapping out at it as she continued to cum in pressured spurts. Her tail pulled up and her ass twinged as she pulsed out a last sloppy rope of pearly white musk.

Laying back as the aftershocks still echoed through her, Joan's thoughts drifted while her wide hand-paws rubbed the virile essence into the plush fur of her belly and breasts, magic from her consecration sinking into her as a raw irresistible musk. Soon she could begin to rebuild: to take back what was rightfully hers . . . But first, she needed a base of those willing to serve . . .

* * *

It figured that the camp was nearly deserted. They all must have been out trying to track her down, trying to take back what was never theirs to begin with. Joan's wide padded paws left prints behind her in the gravelly soil as she strolled impetuously into the camp, her black animal lips pulling back in a sneer as she looked around the sordid encampment. It was just so temporary, absolutely lacking in permanence or prestige. It was hard to believe that she had ever willingly stayed in such a place . . .

Her ears perked up as she heard a rustling, her foot-paw pausing as she saw one of the tents shake, someone rolling over in their sleep, followed by a snort and wheezing groan of a snore that she could place anywhere. Roy was too lazy to even go and hunt down a heretic such as herself . . . What a useless waste of a man.

Joan licked her chops slowly as she silently padded up to the edge of the tent, leaning down with her hulking form as she stretched her neck forwards. "Roooooy . . ." Her now low and gritty voice beckoned.

"Mmmpg . . . Hwah?" There was a yawn from inside. "Joan, is that you?" She could hear him scratching at his mussed reddish hair as he pushed himself up from his torpor. "Did you forget how to use the GPS, or what? Everyone was looking for you . . ."

"Maybe I just decided to get everyone away so I could take you up on your offer . . ." She sidled up to the side of his tent, tail twitching as she grinned, pearly white fangs visible in the twilight. "Maybe you need someone to help you stay warm . . ." She growled.

"You sound really hoarse . . . Did you swallow a bunch of sand when you got hopelessly lost or . . ." He unzipped the door to his tent as he rubbed at his eyes with his other hand.

Joan's paw was through the opening before he even had time to fully see her full glory, massive hand clamping over his mouth as she slid her hulking form halfway into the seclusion of the blue nylon, kneeling in the entrance. "Your words bother me. I don't think you really wish make me angry, do you?" She lowered her huffing muzzle inches from his covered face, nostrils flaring as she bared her fangs.

He stared into her golden eyes, body trembling as he whimpered, smelling the impossible animal musk of her leathery paw squeezed over his chin.

"Well?" She growled a softer, more lethal question.

He tried to shake his head slowly, barely moving her huge paw as she chuckled a low hoarse laugh. "Know this. If you speak out at anything above a whisper, the words will be your last." She roughly let his head loose as he gasped, gulping down air and looking up at her, her form immense even as she leaned in through the opening of his tent. Her dusty brown furred body was impossible, all corded muscle and the soft rounded mass of her breasts . . . He found himself getting an erection as he couldn't help but let his eyes wander in terror, bordering on some other hot pulsing emotion as the strength of her animal scent began to course through him.

"Joan?" Roy squeaked.

She snarled until he pulled back, red curly hair falling over his face as his voice dropped to a hoarse whisper.

"W-what happened to you." His eyes searched over her massive animal body, settling on her slowly wagging dark tufted tail as it patted against the edge of the door.

"I found . . ." She paused to consider. "No . . . _ it _ found me." She smiled at the thought of the events of the last few days. It _ chose _her.

"It?" The noticeably small man shivered.

"The past. Better, glorious times." Joan cocked her head, ears twitching as she saw the lavish palaces of gold and hordes of needy worshipers that had been lost to the caprices of an unfair fate. "You will help me restore them."

"I don't understand. Joan I don't see how . . ." He was interrupted as Joan pushed her heavy muzzle against his ear.

"You don't need to understand. You only need to follow." Her massive rough animal tongue slid out after the last word, sliding down from his ear across his cheek and forcing its way inside of his open mouth as his eyes widened, falling back against the unstable fabric wall as she kissed him, pinning his body to the ground, heavy breasts pressed against him.

His form pushed against her bulk as the monster's tongue slid around his gums, sliding between his teeth as his sounds were muffled by her enveloping mouth. Her wide powerful paws grasped in at either side of his head, forcing him to look into her mad golden eyes as his jaw went slack while she lapped hungrily into his mouth. Roy's entire body felt strange, odd prickling feeling itching under his clothes as his pants began to feel tight as well, pulsing need rising up in his groin even as his lower back creaked and began to feel intensely uncomfortable.

One of her paws slid down from his neck, grabbing his night shirt and twisting before bulling back, tearing the fabric with no effort as her breasts pressed against his bare skin, light brown fur blooming on his chest as his nipples turned dark and small, his form pathetic when compared to her own. While they continued their savage kiss, Roy's tongue slowly beginning to reciprocate her attention, her other paw rubbing at the back of his neck, bones creaking under her suede pads thickening and stretching out into a form more befitting of the hyenine beast he was quickly becoming.

Joan smiled as his resistance melted, pulling back and lapping at her loose animal chops. "You want more . . ."

Roy nodded dumbly, unsure if it was a question or a statement.

"Good. Show me . . ." She wrapped her paw around the back of his head as his hair faded to a murky brown save for a bristly band that ran between his ears. Joan got on her knees, head straining against the blue nylon of the tent. Slowly, her firm grasp guided him over, pulling him down against her muscly stomach, pressing his face into the loose warm skin of her musty sheath.

The scent was overwhelming, a heady blend of fire, sand, and animal virility that made his mouth water as he sniffed in instinctively, paw rubbing encouragingly at the back of his now furry head. There was something about it that filled his chest with tense need as his nose darkened and his tongue slid out unbidden, lapping around the edges of the tightening roll of furry animal flesh. His eyes crossed as the tip of her dark animal member rose into his vision, somehow mesmerizing as he could barely focus on the dark smooth skin, vague symbols seeming to shift just below the surface.

"That's right . . ." She crooned as Roy began to lap and suckle on the head of her rising animal maleness. "Just give in to it, let it flow through you." She patted his head before shifting her weight, leaning down over his miniscule body, heavy breasts resting against his bare lower back as fur prickled in along his spine. He whined, tongue lashing over her pulsing cock head as he felt her breath huff down between the cheeks of his ass. "Show me how much you want this . . ." She lapped down with her wide sloppy tongue, sliding from his tailbone over his tight virgin asshole, stretching the sensitive skin with her rough hyenine tongue.

He did want it, more than anything in the world. He pulled one paw up needfully against her colossal thigh, running over her fur as it slid up to cup her heavy testes in his hand, fingers bulging out into paws as he continued slurping desperately around her still growing cock. Jaws stretching wider, he let the chiseled tip slide into his mouth, tasting the slimy pre that began to well from the tip as her scent and musky flavor mixed together in his mind, forming the pinnacle of worldly perfection, a dominant blend that made him pine to please her.

As her vassal lost himself in her otherworldly taste and odor, Joan slathered her wet hot attention between his cheeks, one paw grasping roughly at his ass as she licked and scraped against his loosening anus while the skin bulged, turning a twitching ebony shade. Her other paw pinched and squeezed roughly above her oral ministrations, coaxing out and than yanking at the nub of a tail, feeling it creak out at her insistence, jerking his anus this way and that as it became taut and animal, more sensitive than Roy had ever imagined. His master swabbed at his rear entrance, making him moan, toes writhing as they bulged out, shredding his socks as his feet became longer, slender and animal, the way she wanted him to be.

Through all the harsh licking, Roy's twisting mind imagined her shoving her tongue inside his wickedly sensitive pucker, but she relented, teasing him as she ground and prodded, tugging at his shaggy dark tufted hyena's tail, but never giving him the satisfaction of penetration. His eyes screwed shut as he tried to take her full black shafted girth into his muzzle, stretching his jaws impossibly wide so as not to scrape his teeth over his master's flesh, but it was simply too much. The nearly changed human's mouth ached, nose no longer buried in her soft belly fur as he whined and lapped, ashamed at his own inability.

"Hmm . . ." She lapped out roughly at his ass one last time, one hand gripping his rump and squeezing his rounded supple curves. "Having trouble my pet?" she arched her back up, ears brushing against the domed nylon tent irritably. Her insistent paw reached under his soft furred chin and pulled him back away from her quivering black shaft.

"I want . . . I want to give you more . . ." He huffed, spittle and pre leaking from the corner of his mouth, round dark animal eyes beseeching her. "My . . . my . . ." He paused.

"Queen. I am your Queen." She smiled as the word rolled off her tongue. It just felt so right: a title that she so richly deserved.

"Yes . . . Yes, my Queen, please allow me to . . . serve . . ." His mind was addled by his lust, greatly worried about leaving his Queen unhappy.

"Show me, my pet. Show me what you want." She twirled her finger before her, tongue licking slowly over her nose as the effeminate male hyena turned , claws scrabbling, tearing the thin blue material of the tent as he raised his rump, glistening black hole quivering as his tail pulled to one side while he looked over his shoulder, need showing in his wide animal eyes.

"Good. What a loyal servant. You deserve a reward . . ." Her heavy paws grasped around Roy's somewhat slim waist.

"T-thank you, my Queen." He panted, breaths coming faster and faster as she pressed in with her hips, grinding her slick runic cock between the muscular base of his tail and his plump furry rump. She bent forwards slightly, catching the animal head of her slick rod just below his wagging appendage, his moans filling her with the pride of complete ownership as she sank into her vassal in a single slick rough shove, spreading his clenching slickened ass wide around her as she ground in to the point that her fuzzy sheath tickled his taut spread anus in her first triumphant thrust.

"Ahh . . . I . . . please . . ." Roy gasped out, ass twitching wildly as lust bubbled up within him, her cock swabbing against his tender insides.

"Shush, my pet." Joan reached forwards over his frail body with a heavy paw, wrapping around his huffing muzzle, feeling his panting breaths forced through his flaring black nose. "Your Queen will use you as she wishes." And with that she redoubled her thrusting, pendulous testes slapping against his own as his human scrotum became fuzzy, tightening as his balls swelled. Black corruption spread up his cock with each of her savage lunges into him, his organ swelling out longer, though nothing like the thick spire that spread him impossibly wide with heavy thrust after thrust. His pulsing cock head flattened out into a beveled animal tip as it pulsed and pulled up against his fuzzy belly, her massive body rocking his svelte frame.

The wild reek from her musky palm drove him wild, making his mind swim with images of him supplicating his Queen for the rest of his days, living in her palace as her own consort to use as she wished. The very idea made him harder than he ever imagined possible as his tail twitched against her powerful stomach, cock leaking out a stream of pre against the torn blue floor below him.

The tent shook and rolled around them as Joan fucked her new servant with wild abandon, feeling her royal essence rise inside of her, massive balls tensing before her body shook and a geyser of her thick white essence flooded into her liege's insides. His eyes went wide, whites showing in the corner as he felt a deluge of blessed liquid heat surge into him. She leaned down along his body, humping roughly as her neck craned just above his ear.

"You may cum, pet."

And with that, his body went wild, every claw braced and splayed as his eyes went half lidded from shock. His insides clenched down with inhuman strength aground her insatiable maleness as it pulsed and blasted out hot benedictions inside of him while his own balls clenched, his somewhat slender cock arcing up against his furry belly before it started jolting out its own meager squirts of seed that dripped off of his fur onto the shredded tent below him.

By the time they were finished the once human's temporary habitation was completely destroyed, cum-soaked remnants of his former life spread in every direction as his Queen ground out of him, his ass gaping and twinging for a moment, cum leaking from him before his abused tail hole finally clenched shut.

"Hmmmm, good." Joan growled as she rose to her feet, cock bobbing as it began to recede. "You will do nicely." She scratched Roy's ears as he rose next to her, leaning against her side, tongue lolling out the edge of his mouth as he pressed his head against her heavy affectionate paw.

She padded over to the main canopy and rifled around in the drawers of carefully labeled detritus, taking out a plastic bag filled with filthy pottery shards before leading her new servant away, her paws making huge depressions in the rough soil, massive compared to her underlings following footsteps.

* * *

The camp was in shambles, flashlights bobbing in the darkness as the students all hurried to tear down their gear and pack it into the three SUVs parked at the bottom of the hill. They had returned from trying to find Joan only to discover that Roy had been abducted, tent completely shredded with signs of intense violence littering the ground. Also, someone had broken into their collection, taking the fragments of what was possibly a vase that predated any other finds in the area.

Professor Jameson had told them to pack away their things, cursing softly as he called the police on the emergency satellite phone. It would be a good half a day before anyone showed up though, so he approached the deflated nylon to do his own investigation of the scene. Roy's tent was a wreck, and the torn remnants of the clothes he had been wearing were scattered everywhere. In the husk of the tent itself there was other evidence . . . it definitely wasn't blood . . . but there seemed to to too much of it to be . . . what it looked like.

His curiosity got the better of him as he touched some of the cool thick fluid with his fingers, squinting at its pearlecent gleam in the beam of his headlamp. Completely ignoring all protocol, he brought his two fingers near his face. His brow furrowed as he inhaled before his eyes went half lidded, the smell overpowering his human senses. The potent musky animal odor was unlike anything he'd ever smelled before, a stinking cloying maleness that clouded his thoughts before he saw something glinting in the light of his headlamp not ten meters away.

Shaking his head, he pushed himself to his feet, wiping his fingers on his khakis absentmindedly. Lying on the ground was a ceramic fragment, hard fired and glazed in a deep lapis pigment. It seemed similar to the remnants they had found, but somehow miraculously restored. It was completely impossible of course . . . Another glint caught his eye, drawing him further away from the camp, calloused hand picking up another fragment of some ancient urn. The techniques matched up, the hand sculpted surface strangely familiar, but the pigment should have long since decayed . . .

His breath caught in his throat . . . had whatever vandal that found their camp stumbled across some unknown cache of forgotten history? That would mean that they were destroying it, utter fools ruining the world's only chance to understand where it had truly sprung from. He walked towards the next glint, taking up the fragment of the pot in his hand but barely stopping, moving on to the next, and then the next, leaving the panicked waving lights of the camp far behind. An odd fervor built up in his chest as his boots crunched over the gravelly ground, scaling a steep incline as his mind focused on the wonders that needed to be preserved: Intricate priceless smooth soft pulsing musky treasures . . .

His cock bulged against the fork of his pants as he pushed through a copse of dry bushes, picking up a fragment and looking towards a looming ominous mouth of a somewhat buried cave, the shallow entrance scuffed with marks of someone shoving their way inside recently. Without a pause, he bent down, rolling under the rock shelf, gritty soil crunching as he fell down an unexpected drop, knocking the air from his lungs as his headlamp went clattering away on the dusty stone floor, causing strobing flashes of impossible gold eyed shadows.

He shook his head, trying to sit up before some a massive furry weight slammed down over his chest. It made him wheeze, solid soft pressure pinning his arms at his side as he could feel muscles clenching against his body.

"Look who came to join us, my pet." A deep growling voice echoed from above him. "Another fellow who wants to bring the past back to the present . . ." The creature shifted its weight slightly, allowing him to breathe, sucking in a chest full of overwhelming musk as his head swam. "Fetch the light, pet." Some other creature grabbed his lamp, holding it up so that the white beam of luminescence lit up the countenance of the hulking amber eyed monster on top of him, an impossible combination of shaggy hyena features as well as some distinct human traits. His eyes were drawn down from the impossible grinning muzzle towards the full black nippled breasts despite himself.

"What's going on?" He wheezed out, trying to shift his weight under the creature's bulk, eyes confusedly running down towards her heavy loose sheath that rested against his chest.

"Surely you know. What did you come here hoping to find, human?" The Queen laughed a low growling chuckle as she shifted her weight atop of him, tail patting down between his legs.

"The urn . . ." His thoughts were cloudy as he began to salivate. "The cache . . . Preserving history . . ."

"That's right. You came to restore history, didn't you? That's why you found me. So I can bring you what you want . . ." Her massive paw scraped at the ground next to her, scooping up a brown dirty fragment of some ancient thing, but between her fingers it began to gleam, gaining a lustrous sheen as if it were constructed yesterday. Her lithe servant holding the light in his paws licked his lips as he watched, holding the incandescent beam steady as his animal sheath became tighter.

"I . . . yes?" Professor Jameson panted. History was the reason . . . He had been searching all his life. His clothes all felt strangely uncomfortable as he shook his head.

"Good. Then _ serve me." She smiled her manic pearly grin down at him. " Worship me." The massive muscles in her shaggy thighs clenched as she ground forwards. " Taste _ my divinity . . ." She slid her powerful rump over his face, tail raised, tense and twitching animal anus grinding against the human as her musk sank into his senses.

He tried to turn his head away, but as he breathed in, his heart rate increased, the Queen's words echoing in his ears. That deep animal reek, rife with dark loam and heady spice clouded his mind as he tried to resist, struggling against her bulk while she sat down with her heavy rounded ass. It should have been disgusting and foul, but something about the warm contact and the inescapable musk made his cock strain against his trousers.

In his mind he could see images, a silent musky story of the beast on top of him showering him with her praises, allowing him to drink in her delicious animal stench. He couldn't say no . . . It was such an honor, but it was still wrong . . . He screwed up his face and squirmed against her furry rump and smooth warm ring of muscle. He could tell that she was enjoying it, every time he strained against her . . . and it felt right, good that his actions were pleasing the Queen.

Nose darkening, he couldn't help but huff against her clenched ass, the smell kindling something inside of him as he began to sniff in short animal bursts, more out of instinct than anything else. Her anus quivered as he prodded at her clenched orifice with his cooling nose, her tail thumping and stretching the sensitive skin, making it pulse invitingly. A strange desire was welling up in his chest as his struggles changed, less about escaping and more about nosing against that straining ass, making her moan out as nuzzled her pliant black flesh. His faltering tongue slid out almost as an afterthought, but as it made contact with that stretched twitching ring of muscle, tasting the Queen's approval, her huge animal's body rocked in pleasure atop of him.

"Harder . . ." Her voice came out in a soft growl as she ground against him, tail stretching the edges of her pliant sensitive ass as it wagged.

Her insistence creeped into his mind, his black nose huffing in her scent hungrily as he opened his jaws and instinctually lashed over her pulsing black skinned anus with his lengthening pink fleshy tongue. The more he licked, the more his jaws ached, pressing out as his lips pulled out thin and black, his pink tongue flattening and becoming textured as it hungrily rasped at the Queen's sensitive quivering ass.

"Yesss . . ." She hissed out, feeling him changing under her as her ass tensed against him. "Now, _ deeper _ . . ." Her heavy sheath bulged as her glistening cock pulsed out, sliding against her soft belly fur with each beat of her deistic heart. She beckoned with a wide padded finger, allowing her slutty servant to approach, having him set down the human's light and worship her cock, heavy hands stroking his chin and head as he eagerly lapped at her expanding maleness.

The professor wanted more, his leathery nostrils huffing as his face creaked forwards into a wide animal muzzle, fur subsuming his mahogany skin. He strained forwards with his muscular pink tongue as the clenched animal orifice resisted, as if daring him. A growl rising in his chest, he surged forwards, lapping into the Queen's musky insides with straining animal eagerness. His body bulged against his human vestments, chest bursting through his shirt as his pants started to split at the seams, fur already erupting through the cracks. His neck creaked, muscles swelling as his spine cracked forwards, pressing his lusty muzzle harder against her twitching ass, tongue buried deep inside of her, his ears straining towards the top of his now hyenine head.

As the changing man under her lavished his sloppy attention against her ass and her pet suckled at her throbbing maleness, the Queen reached back and grabbed then remnants of the human's pants, rending them off of his expanding body, now noticeably larger than her other servant in more ways than one . . . His cock pulsed, loose animal sheath already connecting to his belly as she ran the back of a claw over his darkening shaft, licking her lips. She felt his body rock under her as she squeezed his balls teasingly, ass clenching around his slippery pink tongue as her heavy dark padded paw pumped at his shaft, coaxing it thicker and longer, becoming comparable to her own in girth and stature as his hips bucked, angled animal head leaking out a potent masculine dribble of pre. She raised her glistening paw to her mouth, tongue flickering out and tasting his animal virility, breasts heaving as she drank in his scent.

He was ready . . .

With a groan, she shifted her rump back away from his head, feeling his lapping become desperate, longer neck following her as an animal whine escaped his lips. "Don't worry, my dear captain." Her tongue slid out and licked over her lips lewdly. "There are other ways to serve your Queen . . ." She shooed away her other pet before scooting back over his body, her massive divinity bobbing against her belly. Reaching behind herself, she wrapped a paw around his turgid length, pulling his cock against the warm prickly fur of her rounded buttock, her tail brushing against the tip as she wagged, a manic chuckle escaping her lips as the changing man joined in, anticipation boiling over his human sensibilities and pouring out his white fanged animal muzzle as high pitched shrieking laughter.

Their shadows against the wall flickered as she raised herself over him, padded paws gripping his meaty shaft, guiding it in against her glistening animal asshole. Her tail twitched as his hot pulsing rod made contact just below its twitching stocky base and they both went silent for half a second, ears pulled back and animal noses huffing before she slid down over him, letting his cock shove into her torrid wildly clenching ass as her back arched and her own shaft bobbed and seethed out dribbles of musky divine pre, both of them howling out in cackling jubilation.

Joan wasted no time, grinding down to the point where her quivering animal anus brushed against his furry sheath, feeling his pulsing heat jerk and writhe inside of her as his hands rose up to grasp at her hips, fingers straining into burly paws as his thickening dark claws combed through her fur. The Queen gave a subtle cue to her more lithe servant as he eagerly prised off the professor's boots and socks, sniffing around at his wriggling feet as they bulged, flickering pink tongue snaking around his digits while they tensed and bulged out. Fur raced up his legs as they reformed into powerful animal limbs that strained out while the Queen slammed her massive bulk over him again and again, heavy breasts jostling as her tongue lolled from the side of her open mouth.

The once-man began to slam upwards with his hips, muscles straining under his spotted fur as he grew larger and stronger. His mind was alight with powerful animal sensation, watching his master's bobbing heavy cock twitch out in sympathy every time his own rock hard ebon maleness tensed inside of her writhing ass. The smaller servant's sniffing muzzle huffed up his now animal legs, brushing between his thighs just under their Queen's stuffed ass before his inquisitive pink rough tongue lapped out against the professor's clenched anus. The sloppy oral attention was barely able to keep up with the changing academic's rocking hips, nuzzling under his heavy clenching balls with his musk-hungry cool leathery nose.

Joan's inside's clenched around her captain's cock like bands of iron as she slammed against him, and one of her paws rose to absentmindedly stroke at her own throbbing ebon shaft as her motions became forceful and savage. The insatiable slut that was Roy lapped at the changed man's asshole, darkness creeping into the swelling flesh as a muscular nub of a shaggy tail creaked out scraping and then patting against the floor, stretching his ass around his fellow liege's tongue as he gasped and howled with laughter, uncontrollable pleasure rising up in every part of his ferocious body as his Queen looked down upon his fearsome form, breasts rocking as she stroked herself and smiled, giving him the faintest of nods, amber eyes blazing in anticipation.

And that permission was all he needed, paws clenched around her hips as his shrill shrieking laughs halted, eyes dilating, fluffy ears pulling back, balls tightening above his fellow servant's lapping muzzle as his cock shook, twisting inside her vice-like passage before he erupted inside of her. The Queen's gasp was music to his ears as his cock shuddered and rocketed out liquid hot blasts of male essence into her straining ass.

Her rubbing paw slid down her shaft, clenched tight around the base before she shuddered and began to cum, raining down white hot liquid blessings onto his muzzle and chest, his tongue lighting up with her masculine flavor as they continued to slam against each other.

The svelte servant between his thighs rammed his slippery hyenine tongue into the professor's wildly clenching animal asshole. Just the smell of his Queen's lust enough to make his cock twitch and spatter out strings of white pleasure against the dusty stone floor.

She didn't allow him to stop, riding him harder and harder, coaxing out every last mote of energy from her panting impressive vassal as she felt his straining maleness pump his liquid adoration deep into her sensitive twitching ass over and over again.

Eventually, she rose off of her burly captain, letting his exhausted shaft slide from her insatiable animal ass. He laid spreadeagled on the floor, the Queen's bed servant quickly snuggling against his chest as they both lay panting and exhausted.

She looked down at them with a wicked smile. "This is not the time to rest, my servants." She cracked her neck from side to side, looking into the pitch black night outside the cave. "Two heralds is hardly enough to raise an empire back from the ashes." She waited as her vassals rose to their paws, exhausted but ever willing to serve their Queen. "It would be a shame to let any of the others who want so dearly to be closer with the past to leave without a taste of what my age was truly like . . ."

And with that, Joan pulled herself from the low mouth of the cave, not even looking to see if her two followers were behind her. She didn't need to as she could feel their loyalty and adoration while they padded after her into the beginning of a past age come again

* * *

The Queen sat on her lapis lazuli throne, surrounded by loyal servants who all wore her particular animal countenance and little else. The high vaulted gold and marble chamber rang with the sound of eager voices and claws ticking against the geometrically tiled floors. Her original and still favorite bed servant hung at her arm, as she tousled the fur between his ears, listening to a report from the ruthlessly efficient captain of her guard.

Her empire was growing again. And this time, she would make sure it was never reduced to just history.