Sam couldn’t care much anymore as the last slivers of memory he cherished left him, letting his head rest on the sandstone floor as he felt the overwhelming cold of the living dark swarm over him engulfing his whole body as he lost consciousness, the last of his remaining memories of his time as the man named Sam consumed as the darkness shifted and contorted over the rapidly feminizing form of the man beneath.

With the steady crack of shifting bones and warping flesh, the shadows completed their work. Adding tender fat and firm flesh into new places as muscles grew stronger in select areas. His face contorting from the weary foreigner into one more fitting for an Egyptian woman as mounds began to push outwards from the man’s flat chest, filling with generous helpings of fat and nerve as they grew out into large globular double D’s that remain firm and hefty despite their size.

Down below, the shadows had finished pumping the former Sam’s thighs and calves with equally soft and sensitive layers of flesh, a final tendril gurgling with movement as it slid into the newly made slit between it’s victims legs, widening the increasingly wet gash as new organs grew and settled into place, the woman’s now firm belly pulsing with warmth as a womb settled snugly among her innards, flanked by pulsing ovaries that immediately got to work producing an egg for a worthy male to fertilize once they were done enjoying her warm wet folds tipped with a cute nub of sensitive nerves that was once the former man’s dick. The tendril slipped itself out of her new vagina with a wet pop that echoed in the darkness, accompanied by a soft sigh of pleasure from the now empty headed dark skinned woman lying motionless on the ground, her crimson eyes staring blankly at nothing.

As the shadows receded from the body of the newborn woman as she rose to her feet, more activity arose around her as the unseen force worked on the finishing touches, her human ears receding back into her skull as the top of her silky head of shoulder length brown hair gave way to a pair of fluffy feline ears. Her body jerking forward as a slim black tail erupted out of her tailbone, swaying gently in the air as the nubile young woman stepped forth into the dark without another word, her wide childbearing hips swinging from side to side as she mindlessly made her way to an unknown destination as her mind slowly restarted itself…

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“Who…where am i?”

Move on, and maybe you’ll find out~

Awakening in a daze, the individual opened their heavy eyelids to find themselves in a dimly lit tunnel lined with burning torches, the walls marked with symbols and hieroglyphs they found to be very familiar in their foggy minds; the inscriptions of a past missionary just like themselves, finally making their way back to their homeland after years away from the familiar scorching desert heat. They had missed that sensation so much, looking down at their sweat slick, dark skinned arms as they clenched and spread their dainty digits in wonderment, admiring how their sweat caught the orange glow of the torches to accentuate how lovely their skin was. Over time they would grow acclimated once more to the heat.

But what was that earlier? They could’ve sworn they’d just heard a voice urge them forward earlier…but strangely it had sounded pleasant, almost motherly even. Looking back, the figure only noticed the same stretch of corridor, the hustle and bustle of women speaking in a strange language somewhere off in the distance.

Continue forth, there will be time to get to know your sisters later~

Moving forward down the corridor before them, the missionary soon came across statues depicting…women? Dressed in the usual priestess garb in service of a…goddess? The pilgrim definitely knew what those clothes were, seeing as how they adorned their own curvaceous form. She remembered the gazes of foreign men as they eyed her body with lust and the women who thought her nothing more than some slut from another land, remembering her first night on the streets, trying not to cry after the mayor had chased her from her manor, yelling racial slurs after her as she set the hounds after her. It had made her all the more grateful for the kind folk who saw through her looks and lent her their aid.

As her eyes moved on past the still faces of the statues and onto their well toned bodies; containing a fair layer of muscle that did not distract from their alluring qualities, she ran a hand over her own cloth covered mounds and hardened thighs as she remembered the rigorous training sessions all the priestesses had to go through in preparation for whatever their duties would require of them; both in combat and in matters of the carnal sort, the goddess did love these things after all. A mischievous smile plastered over her lovely face as her sleek eyes narrowed in lust, remembering her first time with a battle weary warrior who had been chosen by the head priestess to test newcomers.

Thanks to him, it was incredibly hard for others to satisfy her. And even more harder for her to get aroused after the gruelling weeks she had been forced to abstain from sex after months where she would be taken to bed by him and others, ramping up her libido and encouraging growth in her body till she was like a dog in heat. It had tempered her lust extremely well, something she was grateful for when the people of other lands had grown so used to using aphrodisiacs to drug unwary women before breaking them in. She remembered all the black market rings and trafficking gangs she had laid to ruin; doing good while spreading the faith of her goddess.

“I hope Amren is here today…it’s been ages since i’ve felt his cock hit the right spot…foreign men aren’t as good as him!”

Moving on as she returned her gaze onto the path in front of her, she yelped in surprise as she bumped into another girl dressed much like her, a pair of fluffy cat ears sitting atop her frazzled cut of hair as she felt the tail above her heart shaped rear jump up in surprise.

The girl in front of her was about the same height as she was, dressed in the same priestess garb as she was, her eyes lingering on her gorgeous cleavage and wide hips before she took in the sight of the black fluffy tail swaying by her lithe feet, feeling her own tail tickling her calves.

Ah that’s right, she’s a fellow sister…

When priestesses of Bastet showed enough promise and were devoted to eternal worship by their goddesses side, they would eventually be reborn as Familiars; girls that bore the feature of their goddess as they grew cat ears and tails, their senses and strength increasing to superhuman levels…as did their libido, growing closer to Bastet meant to take on her own tastes and habits, which made the Familiar’s ranks that much smaller as those without the mental fortitude to adapt to it were left as little more than mind broken girls who could only beg for sex.

By becoming a Familiar of Bastet though, meant they were essentially reborn into a new family of sisters with Bastet as their loving mother, given a new name to go along with it. But that's besides the point, she should be apologizing not reminiscing about the past…

Bowing her head in apology, the missionary greeted her fellow sister as she warmly received the greeting, speaking in a language that only moments ago, was a completely foreign concept to her.

“Good evening dear sister! Have you just returned from your travels?”

Shaking her surprise off, the missionary opened her soft lips, running a hand through her own head of equally fuzzy yet smooth hair as she felt her ears twitch in embarrassment, responding in the same language her sister had used.

“I have! Nice to see things haven't changed down here…and just call me Salit, no need to be so formal! We’re sisters after all aren’t we?”

She gave her tail a cute wiggle as she said so, emphasizing the word as she smiled brightly at the younger girl who didn’t look that much different from her besides her darker skin tone, smaller chest and midnight black priestess garb, sporting more golden highlights and heavier layers of cloth that acted as armor, giving Salit a faint idea of what her role was.

A fighter then…something big must be goin’ on if she's walking around…and right when i’ve just returned home too…ah well.

“Uh…well…if you say so…then, Welcome home, Salit!”

As she ran past her on nimble feet, Salit was about to go on her way before the warrior priestess spun round, calling back to Salit before she rounded the corner.

“My name’s Nadi! Let’s talk more when I'm done with the intruders outside!”

Now that was news to her, vaguely recalling a group of strangely dressed individuals in her head as she heard the word; a group of men…about 4-5 of them, all dressed in greenish brown clothes signature of foreigners that covered up their entire bodies, leaving only the face and arms exposed. But theirs was of a make she had never seen before…and equally repulsive with how simplistic they seemed; not a single decorative piece or hint of creativity in them.

But more importantly, intruders? That was concerning but knowing how capable her sisters in charge of the defense of the temple were, she would be back in no time. If Salit could take down an entire gang of unruly criminals on her lonesome without breaking a sweat, then Nadi could do the same thricefold against trained men and still not feel tuckered out.

Either that, or Bastet’s influence would end them before the priestesses even got a chance to enter combat. Salit knew the temple to be crawling with traps and magical entities that would only react to the presence of outsiders. But maybe Nadi and the others would be able to land a kill or two, after all, for them to be deployed meant that the intruders had somehow gotten past the exterior and into the depths of their holy grounds.

Still thinking about those strange, unfamiliar memories of these foreigners, Salit wandered into an open chamber decorated with pools and places of rest, more torches hung on the walls lighting the way forward as an imposing figure leaned against the wall, stern eyes watching the arrival of their latest missionary.

“Welcome home, priestess of Bastet! I see you’re still as melancholy as ever, Salit.”

Snapping out of her daydream and looking towards the booming voice as those incessant memories storming in her mind cease, Salit stopped in her tracks, her tail instinctively rising into the air, the cloth between her legs growing damp as her brain clicked upon that familiar voice gracing her ears. Sly eyes looking towards the tall, muscular figure of Amren as he eyed her, sighing when he eventually noticed the way she was rubbing legs together in an attempt to grab his attention.

Accepting her silent gesture, Amren pushes off the wall, slowly approaching the leaking priestess as she lets herself be taken into his arms, her warm body rubbing up against his chest as he felt her arm slip under his loincloth, dainty hands expertly rubbing up against his member in an attempt to get him in the mood.

“You’ve been gone a few years and already your discipline has gone down the gutter…whatever will I do with you?”

Giggling as she pushed away from Amren’s rock hard chest, Salit fell nimbly to her knees as her heaving breasts bobbed up and down with the momentum, smiling coyly at Amren as she seemed to challenge her old mentor, posing for the surprised warrior.

Despite her attempts at resisting, Amren could see how eager she was for a good fucking; from her twitching palms and legs to the blush she tried hard to conceal. Looks like she hadn’t fallen that far then.

Give Amren a good show dear daughter, the hardhead needs it after working non-stop for so long!

“I guess someone’s gonna have to knock some discipline back into me nya~”

Amren’s brow twitched as he heard that word. In truth, Amren knew the truth behind Salit; another new convert for Bastet as she remained asleep ever since the age of the gods had ended all those years ago. Charged with the eternal maintenance of his goddesses last remaining stronghold, Amren had dutifully kept the place going with only the entrance hall falling into ruin, leaving the exterior unmanned, the many magical implements and traps dealing with grave robbers and intruders over the years…

Once captured, the result would always be the same; another new Priestess of Bastet finding her way back into the inner sanctum, her mind now filled with a fabricated new life taken from templates of people the goddess herself knew when she was active. Resulting in them more or less being the same in appearance. Whether male or female, foreigner or native, they would always become one of the three types of Egyptian women roaming the halls.

It was something Amren grew fond of over time, his old wife after all being the template for the Familiars who were in charge of regular worshipping duties. Which meant he sometimes went too lightly on them when it came to matters of discipline and training.

It was also how he’d busied himself since he had barely anything to do in the temple besides swinging a sword; taking in the new native women borne from the converted bodies of those who fell for the magical darkness inside the temple that was itself, a swarming collection of Bastet’s essence. He didn’t need to train them in the arts of combat or religion after all, the magic would be in charge of that. He only tended to them when Bastet’s innate libido kicked in, especially prevalent in her Familiar’s like Salit here was. If memory served him right, he was in charge of tempering the lust of the priestesses back in the old days. He had no idea how much time had passed since then but it seemed his memory was starting to fail him.

Although he had heard talk among the sisters about hearing their mother’s voice from time to time, Amren had attributed them to just a simple rumor. He was a warrior after all despite being a devout worshipper of Bastet. Maybe they really could hear her because of how much closer they were to their mother.

“Hey Amren! I know I'm beautiful and all but…how long are you going to stand there? Need Nadi to join in to get you in the mood~?”

Sighing again as Salit’s voice interrupted his thoughts, Amren shook off his worries as he approached the lustful Familiar, trying not to give in to the face of his wife staring up at him with such a disgraceful look on it. In a way this was a test, it had been awhile since the last new arrival took after his wife.

“Fool, disrupting a warrior priestess’ duties! Do you have any idea of the consequences? You really have forgotten your place!”

Maybe a good session or two with this minx would be enough to clear his head for now…turning those haughty giggles into animalistic moans for one, seemed to be a good starting point.

Elsewhere, the spirit of Bastet watched on, happy to know her little family was still going strong, hidden from the curious eyes of the modern world.

But if they got too curious? Well, she wouldn’t say no to having more daughters added to the roster!

THE END