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If Called By A Panther, Don't Anther: Kotep and Survivor

Kotep

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Cassandra had never seen anything quite like this island. It had been ignored for centuries, but at one time, it apparently had been connected to the mainland. It was dotted with ruins and old, crumbling architecture, slowly being consumed by the jungle that covered the island. She had arrived a week ago, part of the small expedition to map the island and all of the archaological sites that covered it.

She and her partner had found the motherlode this time: a huge temple, almost intact, was in the area that they were surveying. They had spent the entire morning studying the outside, and were just now getting to the inside of the temple, the great hall and the impressive altarpiece, covered with gold offerings.

She was an average-looking woman, mildly attractive and with a slender body, never having much time to relax since she was always traveling from one site to another. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, keeping her black locks out of her vision.
 
Shayne stood at the entrance to the Great Hall, sweeping a camcorder across the room to document every moment of their discovery. "Cassandra, this is incredible! Look at these carvings, they have to date back to before any of the known Latin American civilizations!" The young woman was in heaven. They had actually discovered a culture that was older than the Mayans. They could potentially be rewriting the history of humanity! She grinned excitedly, finding it hard not to feel like a schoolgirl who's crush said 'yes' to going on a date.

Shayne had known Cassandra for years, having run into her on another archeological dig in Greece, searching for the mythical Labyrinth of the legends, and the two had worked together ever since. It made it so much easier, being able to share resources and funds. And now, at moments like this, it had certainly paid off.

Shayne, too, was rather petite for someone her age, tomboyish in looks. The tan shorts and white tank top she wore helped keep her cool in the jungle heat. Her copper-colored hair and shimmering green eyes gave away her Irish heritage more than she wanted it to, but, she still found herself to be attractive. She walked further into the Great Hall, trying to get more footage.
 
"And look at all this gold! This has to at least double the number of gold artifacts we've found from cultures in this area. This island was never looted or anything," she said as she walked up to the altar. In the center was a statuette, incredibly lifelike for being from such an old culture, depicting a jaguar woman, back arched and in mid-roar. "This is incredible artwork...I would say it rivals Greek and Roman art!"
 
Shayne followed Cassandra up towards the altar, knowing that a simple video would not be enough to categorize everything the Grand Hall had to show. How much more of this temple existed below them? They could be here for months and still not uncover all the secrets! "Well, the rumors said that the island was cursed. That might have frightened away any potential graverobbers..." She commented as she approached the altar, looking up at the statue that had caught her partner's eye.

"Oh my...they certainly didn't skip out on the details..." She said, observing the golden nipples that poked from her breasts. "It's in remarkable condition for its age...most gold artifacts are severely damaged after time..."
 
Cassandra was caught by the gaze of the small statue, staring into its amber eyes with a dazed expression, waking up a few seconds later. "What? Oh, yeah, it's amazing to find this all so well preserved," she said, walking around and looking at some of the treasures that had simply been left there. The chest of her shirt was feeling a little tight at the moment. Probably she was just getting a little too excited.
 
Shayne titled her head slightly, walking up to the statue after Cassandra had walked off. The object was...definitely hypnotic...the amber eyes seemed to be almost alive. She suddenly felt warm, very warm, and she pulled herself away, blinking quickly. What was...what was that? She would not be able to see it, but her green eyes had suddenly turned a matching amber color, her pupil slightly elliptical. "I...I..." She couldn't say it, it wasn't possible for a place to be cursed....
 
"Agh...oh god, my shirt's so tight," she gasped, fumbling with the buttons as she hurriedly pulled it off. Her bra was digging into her skin, her breasts nearly overflowing the cups until she pulled it off. Her skin was growing more tanned, her muscles looking a little toned. Her eyes were amber too, but neither of them saw any more development in that area...yet. As of now, they were just inexplicably growing.
 
Shayne looked towards Cassandra at her words about her shirt. She gasped as she saw her partner pulling the shirt from her body, her form visibly growing, filling out. She gasped as she suddenly felt the tightness in her own clothes, looking to see her breasts swelling behind her tank top, her nipples poking hard against the fabric. She shuddered and moaned, pulling the shirt from her body, her skin becoming darker as well. Even her hair seemed darker. She wasn't wearing a bra today, and her growing breasts stuck out proudly, her skin tight.

"What is...uhhnn....happening to us?" She groaned, feeling her body swell, trying to remove her shorts.
 
Cassandra arched her back and groaned lightly, then looked down at herself. Heavy, firm breasts, a thin waist and wide hips that were splitting her pants; powerful muscle growing all over her body, deeply tanned skin and long, wavy locks of hair where before it had been short and cropped. "Me feeling funny," she grunted, her voice deeper than before, though still feminine. The two of them were feeling more primal as they became like something from a wet dream.
 
Shayne finally pulled the near skintight shorts from her frame, moaning, feeling her panties tear like paper and fall to the floor. Her boyish frame was bulking up with layers of muscle, while her breasts swelled larger and larger. Her head swam, her amber eyes focusing on one thing and one thing only - Cassandra. "Yeah...funny..." Her voice had also taken on a sultry rumble, and she moaned again, her copper hair now almost entirely jet black, hanging in long, tangled locks around her shoulders. "H...Horny..." She huffed, a strong scent rising from her.
 
Cassandra let out a slow groan, smelling Shayne's scent while she began to let out her own aroma of arousal. "Me horny too...need to fuck," she rumbled, wrapping her arms around Shayne and pushing her to the floor, locking their swollen, plump lips together while her fingers went straight to the dark, beautiful Amazon's slit.
 
Shayne didn't stop her former partner as their bodies entwined and sank to the floor. Her mind was too clouded to care. She was having a hard time even remembering a time before this moment, before these feelings. Her lips pressed tightly to Cass...Cassandra's, feeling their mouths pushing out slightly into feline like muzzles. Her skin glistened with sweat already, the smell of sex already thick enough to cut as she roared happily, feeling strong fingers touching her sex. "Fuck...me..."
 
Cassandra pushed herself wholeheartedly into the kiss, loving the feeling of the woman's hot, wet body pressed up against her own. From her crotch, smooth black fur began to spread over her body, a tail uncurling from the end of her spine as the fur slid up over her ass. Her fingers spread the female's slit, then dove inside, starting to pump slowly and roughly.
 
Shayne's own changes followed only a moment after hers, rich, black fur flowing up her body, a flexible tail stretching from her spine, rolling out from beneath her. She purred, a deep rumble that echoed throughout the Great Hall, spreading her legs and pushing her hips up against her lover's penetrating fingers. She moaned loudly, a feline yowl, as the fur completely covered her form, making her resemble the statue now forgotten. The memories of who she was were fading, and she cared only for this moment. Her body squirmed underneath her lover's, and she panted lustfully.
 
Cassandra knew who she was--a big, sexy black panthress, and she knew she wanted to fuck the panthress beneath her. She drove her hand into her feline slit, pumping it in and out with the force of her strong muscles while she kissed her, her rough tongue rubbing against her fangs. Nothing of being a human was left in her mind, the shreds of clothing on the floor the only fleeting reminder of what the two massive beauties had once been.
 
Shayne roared her approval, the noise echoing inside the room. Her juices squirted around her lover's hand as she rocked her hips up against her, their lips clashing again and again. She reached up and gripped the panthress' sex, shoving her fingers into the hot, wet depths. A glint showed in her feline eyes, and she rolled, pinning Cassandra underneath her, making her the aggressor. She continued to squelch her hand in and out of her lover's pussy, while she lowered her head to those firm breasts and suckled on the black nipple.
 
Cassandra had no problem with the reversal, since they were almost identical and they would each get their turn. She flexed her arm, using her impressive strength to fuck Shayne roughly. Her legs spread a little, back arching as she yowled from the feeling of the heavy hand invading her pussy. Her hips began to buck against it, while the lips and tongue pressing at her nipple were soon rewarded with a gentle flow of sweet, thick milk.
 
She continued to buck against Cassandra's hand, even as she drove her own into her lover's folds. She loved the sound of her yowling, continuing to suckle on the warm teat, the milk creamy and delicious as it flowed down her throat. Her tail curled happily behind her as she continued her ministrations. She was going to peak soon, her body tightening against the strong hand, her mouth opening in anticipation, her large chest heaving.
 
Cassandra beat her, if you could call it that. She let out a powerful roar, her hips jerking upward to drive the feline's fist deep into her hungry slit. It was accompanied by a rush of fluids, both from her pussy and from her breasts. Spurred on by the intensity of her own orgasm, she tried to push her partner toward the same. Her hand thrust quickly, her free hand kneading her breasts, lapping at her other nipple with her rough tongue.
 
Shayne roared aloud, her pussy walls clamping tightly against Cassandra's hand as she fell over the edge and into bliss. Her own breasts began to leak warm milk as they were kneaded and suckled. Their bodies rocked together, Shayne panting heavily as she licked her lover's muzzle. "Good..." She rumbled, her amber eyes half lidded.
 
"Me feel good," Cassandra purred, kneading her paws against Shayne's back and purring loudly, nuzzling close against her panthress sister. She felt wild and powerful, like she could crush buildings and uproot trees, but also incredibly sexy, thanks to her exaggerated figure. There was nothing more she wanted to be than what she was right now.
 
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