Sam kicked off the ground as he used what little strength remained in his slender arms and legs to give himself a head start before the living darkness could snag ahold of his legs completely. Leaving behind the shattered torch as he sped through the dark, renewed strength in his limbs as he barrelled through passage after passage, eventually coming upon a crossroads, leaning his entire body weight to the left in a split second decision as he heard the hiss of tendrils miss right behind him.

Continuing onwards without missing a beat, Sam felt elated as he sped onwards, confident of his escape and eager to tell…who exactly? He could’ve sworn he had been here with a group…or was it one other friend? Were they even a friend at all?

He shook those worries away, focusing his mind on escaping the pursuing darkness as he bounces himself off against the hard wall down the left side of the corridor, hearing another wave of incoming tendrils crash in from the right as he breathed a thankful sigh of relief, picking up speed once more as he willed himself on.

Soon enough, the approaching sounds of rapid footfalls popped into life from the opposite end of the tunnel Sam raced down, realizing it couldn’t have been him as he continued to beat down on the solid sandstone floor with his bare feet. Biting back the stinging soles of his feet as he told himself this was the final stretch.

That was when he caught sight of the bright yellow beams of light cutting through the darkness in the far distant end of the corridor, bobbing up and down and growing larger as their bearers grew closer. Sam could make out the voices of the rest of his team, the echoes of their voices making it hard to discern what it was they were saying.

But in the drifting wind, Sam was definitely sure they were calling out for him, their lost member.

“I'm here!”

The sound of his girly voice shocked him, hearing the footsteps growing louder as the rest of the party hurried their pace, shouting excitedly as they grew nearer at a faster pace. Their voices growing loud and clear now as Sam could see the growing silhouettes of the three men.

“Y’sure that was him though? Sounded like a girl!”

“I'm positive it’s him! Sam, if you can hear me, we’re coming!”

Right as Sam entered the next room, his face brightened in visible joy as the searing rays of light from Todd’s torch burned his eyes, elated as he ran towards his friend's outstretched arms.

He didn’t care if he currently looked like some tanned hermaphrodite anymore, the only thing on his mind was getting out of this cursed place. Swearing he’d never take on another expedition trip again as he continued to sprint the last few meters towards his friend. Standing alone in the darkness, seemingly the first one to arrive ahead of the group as he kept his torch trained on him.

“Sam! You’re sa-What the hell happened to your clothes? Is that really yo-”

Before Sam could hear the rest of Todd’s words, a sense of deja vu overcame him as the world seemingly rose up around him, realizing as his next step failed to make contact with the ground that he was falling downwards, before the thundering sound of crumbling stone and falling clouds of dust erupted all around him, the face of Todd slipping from view as Sam yelled in fear, falling quickly into the growing abyss that had opened up at his feet. Watching the world above him fade away rapidly as the rest of the structure began to crumble, glimpsing Todd struggling to retain his footing as he too, plunged down after him.

Falling through the air, Sam was able to see this wasn’t some ordinary cave opening in the earth, rather, a strangely tall man-made structure made evident from the many carvings that dotted the cave walls. It reminded him of something but because of his close encounter with that living shadow, Sam no longer had that knowledge at hand, only being able to vaguely recall certain ghost memories left inside his head.

But he wouldn’t have much time to reminisce however, feeling something strike his head before darkness overtook his world.

–

Awakening after what felt like ages spent asleep, Sam shifted his gaze upwards as he came to, realizing he had been bound stiff from the neck down, only able to look to the left and right with his now naked body wrapped in a faint purple aura, noticing how the chamber around him remained perfectly intact despite the clear memory of a structural collapse occurring not too long ago with him at ground zero. All of the chamber should’ve been buried under a decent amount of rubble, his body crushed and mangled somewhere in the wreck.

But whatever was doing this clearly had no intentions of letting that happen, looking around the dimly lit sandstone room, painted in an eerie purple glow from the many orbs of weird energy holding the debris in place, the brightest light source emanating from the center of the room where two pedestals laid at the feet of two matching sandstone sarcophagus, their designs more or less the same with a few differences in their ornamental designs.

But what caught Sam’s eyes though, weren’t the sarcophagus, rather the pedestals that contained two staffs made of pure gold, one styled after a cobra with neon blue highlights while the other sported a more simple design with a top that fanned outwards into two wicked sharp points, their razor sharp edges glinting in the purple light, both objects hovering a few inches off the ground next to the sarcophagus that matched their coloration and design. Were these the burial grounds for…important people? Sam cursed out loud as he realized how much he’d lost to the shadow’s assault.

Although he did note that the two containers for the dead were a little bit on the smaller side, the dark thought that it had been meant for deceased children crossed his mind as a possibility.

“Ughh…what the fuck, where am i?”

Sam looked up in shock as he heard the familiar voice of Todd call out from above, gazing up and finally noticing his friend stuck in the midst of a cluster of rubble…before the purple orb of light holding it together seemed to split apart like a cell undergoing mitosis, the smaller orb containing Todd as it drew him towards the lit raised podium in the center containing the sarcophaguses and their matching staffs as a low droning hum began to reverberate around the chamber, as if something had been stirred awake from the sudden disturbance.

“Woah what the fuuuuu…”

Sam watched on in silence, not daring to raise his voice in fear of being discovered much like Todd had been as he held his breath back, watching as his friend becomes transfixed on the black colored staff sporting the wicked blade, the orb holding him in place vanishing as he moves like a zombie, shambling toward the staff with his eyes transfixed on the purple light at it’s tip as the sounds of shifting stone and clinking metal draws Sam’s attention back to the previously inanimate sandstone coffin as it comes apart in a variety of shapes and sizes, disassembling and shifting as a dark, matte black material overtook the previously cracked, crater poked stone, complete with golden highlights and trailing lengths of transparent deep blue cloth decorated with intricate patterns and designs.

It wasn’t a sarcophagus at all, it was a set of beautiful clothing meant for the rich and powerful in the elite ruling class back when Egypt had been run by Pharaohs. Sam had to assume the same for the other inactive sarcophagus, but he wasn't too eager to test that theory.

Especially as he watched the floating pieces of armored clothes fly forwards, latching onto the limp form of Todd. The jackal mask knocked Todd’s head back as it slapped onto his forehead, masking his eyes from view and leaving just his mouth exposed as the rest of the floating pieces reassembled themselves, burning off their host's clothes as they exposed the naked body of the muscular man, making him look like some crude crossdresser as a what looked like a woman’s top clutched gingerly to his toned chest, the ill fitting loin cloth around his waist struggling to stay on.

But it wouldn’t last for long as the clothing seemed to spring to life, biting down on Todd’s body and reshaping his mass to forcefully fit the magical equipment as it crushed and pulled; his waist popping outwards while his torso shrunk rapidly as the top squeezed hard on Todd’s pectorals, liquefying muscle and generating a healthy amount of fat and nerves into the twin mounds beginning to fill in the empty cups of the semi-transparent top as fat pink nipples poked through the dark material, eventually forming two pendulous breasts that sagged into the new top, now a perfect fit as it clipped itself shut over Todd’s now curvy back, having been squeezed into a S-curve to accentuate his new assets, sticking out his chest and ass as his rear inflated with perky fat, pumping up the loincloth concealing his exposed privates from view.

Or rather, serving as a tease for the audience as Sam couldn't help but blush at the sight of Todd’s incredible manhood giving way for a very visible slit widening where his dick had been, consuming his testicles as the leftover skin and flesh covered up the gaping warm hole that had taken the place of Todd’s penis, hairless puckered lips twitching ever so slightly as they remained exposed for the better part, the loincloth doing nothing to hide their owners crotch from view. After all, that wasn’t their intended purpose at all.

With the final pieces of the gold accessories clipping themselves into place over Todd’s feminized body, Sam could barely recognize his best friend at all, the face hidden under the mask already altered with how soft radiant lips gaped open, drool running down the soft cushion and onto the breasts below as the last piece of metal slammed itself shut over the base of Todd’s slim neckline, forcing a feminine gasp out of his dainty throat as his adam’s apple was obliterated, vocal chords altered as an airy voice cried out in pain, vastly different from the gruff, Canadian man Sam had known for almost his entire life as he watched a chocolate brown skin tone engulf Todd from the head down, the rough frazzled head of blonde hair beneath the mask turning an ordinary black as they grew down to her shoulders before tying themselves into dreadlocks.

With that, the light from the black staff faded, its job complete as the egyptian woman that had taken the place of the former Canadian man stepped forward, slender arms wrapping around the hilt or her armament as she seemed to take an interest in her body, running her free hand over her childbirthing hips and globular breasts, giggling in a voice that dripped with a sexual maturity that implied decades of experience.

Before her head turned upwards toward Sam,sensing her eyes locking onto him through her jackal mask as she pointed the tip of the staff towards her, a smile on her lips as she made a reeling motion, feeling himself lift off from the rubble he had apparently been leaning on this whole time, towards the mysterious woman that his friend had become.

“My, my, you humans of the modern age certainly do have interesting memories~ It’s just giving me so many ideas i just have to try!! But without my sister around, I can do no such thing…”

Sam tried to utter something, anything at all, but when all he could muster was a throaty groan from his parched lips, Sam knew he wouldn’t have a say in the matter, already having an idea of the fate that lay in store for him as her voice trailed off before going into the matter involving her sibling he assumed to be waiting in the second sarcophagus.

“Sam was it? I know you’re feeling pretty miffed about me using your friend’s body and memories so willy nilly but…why don’t you be my sister’s vessel? That way we can always be together~”

Sam blinked for a moment, not sure if he was hearing right as the egyptian woman before him spoke in a tone way too casual for someone in the past to be speaking in. Had Todd rubbed off on her or something?

But before he could think of much else, Sam found himself…unable to think. That same pink glow now right in his face as the woman had spun him round with a simple flick of her free hand, draining Sam’s mind of all thought as the sound of shifting stone and vibrating metal returned once more, the cobra at the tip of the pale staff grabbing Sam’s whole hearted attention as he ignored the veiled mask that smacked hard into his face, drowning him in darkness as he felt the long transparent veil drape down his exposed back as he felt something latch on to his head, the feeling of something not of this world pouring into his emptying cranium too intoxicating to describe as his body began to shiver and twitch much like Todd had minutes ago.

Within the darkness, the remnants of Sam’s old life as an ordinary American man that hadn’t been taken by the darkness was rapidly consumed, burned over by a new life wandering the globe with her sister by her side after having been chased out of their village for being ‘demonic children’. Memories of causing havoc across the globe with her dear sibling ingraining themselves into her mind.

Until they finally reached the vast desert plains of ancient Egypt, confronting the supposedly all powerful pharaohs and a plethora of mythological figures; both well known and forgotten. Their adventure culminating with their meeting with Bastet, resulting in the twin sisters swearing an oath to the goddess.

The events that followed however, were blurry, even as the new presence within the mask had taken control of the empty vessel offered to it.

Already altered by the darkness from before, it didn’t take much more to forcefully fit Sam’s body into the new garments readied for him. In stark contrast to his soon-to-be-sister however, the outfit adorning Sam seemed more revealing despite the abundance of cloth wrapped tight over Sam’s pulsating body as his hips flared outwards along with the same burgeoning growths that was definitely a cup size or so larger than Todd’s, filling in the metallic top nicely as it squeezed the two fleshy melons together, weighing in at an E-cup as the gold tinted metallic top squeaked in protest, struggling to hold the woman’s new juicy tits in place as her spine arched inwards, pushing her chest out as her ass trembled in response, the pale cloth that adorned his body restraining movement as Sam tumbled to the ground. Evoking a series of giggles from the other woman as she watched her sister’s familiar features usurp the young man’s own.

Glancing down at the still shifting form of her sister, the jackal masked woman couldn’t help but join in on the fun, nudging at the rapidly shrinking manhood between her sister’s thick thighs with her staff as she pushed the sputtering nub of sensitive flesh into her moist slit, enjoying the womanly moans and cries escaping unrestrained from the pouty red lips beneath her white mask, rapidly growing lengths of hair cascading down around her voluptuous body before tying themselves into dreadlocks that extended down to her peachy ass as she arched her back, forcing her groin deeper into her sister’s staff as she came in, staining her transparent clothes wet as she released a spray of clear fluids into the air, a soft cry escaping her sister’s lips as she jumped back playfully, wiping the precum off of her face as she licked up the succulent fluids from her fingertips, a warm blush on her rosy brown cheeks as she watched her sister’s skin tone darken just a tad bit more to match her own, gaining a lustrous hue to it as her amazing bosom rose and fell with each laboured breath, her legs twitching in the throes of her mind bending orgasm.

“S-Sister…I…really should punish you more often…when did you…get so perverse?!”

Rising slowly to her feet as the new woman tried to catch her breath, the jackal masked girl sidled up to her side, poking at her chest with a teasing finger as she eyed her sister with a mischievous grin.

“Really Amer? Is that all you have to say to your dear sister after god knows how many millenia we’ve spent locked up tight?”

Sighing, Amer simply turned her back on her sister, retrieving her own staff as she used the magical energy she hadn’t felt in so long to dry herself off. Spinning around slowly as she wrapped her arms around her sister lovingly.

“It is good to be back, Yulia…since when did you learn to speak in that…uncouth manner? What sort of person did you subsume?”

Giggling madly, Yulia skipped around her sister with her staff, throwing the purple orbs that hung in the air to the far off corners of the chamber, the debris crashing down with a thunderous roar around them.

“Let’s just say my host is a little knowledgeable in the raunchy side of things~ Don’t you want to know about this era’s ways Amer dear? I promise you it’ll be oh so exciting!”

Right before Amer could get to scolding her sister however, the chambers walls began to shake and tremble as a layer of the wall collapsed, sandstone bricks flying in the sisters direction as they simply stood there, an invisible barrier protecting the two of them from harm as they eyed the three women entering their chamber, all of them holding halberds in their furred arms.

“Tee hee! Right on time sister! Allow me to show you the wonders of what the world above has for us!”

Sighing as she watched Yulia stride towards their attackers, Amer followed in her elder sister's lead as she raised her staff in tandem. Despite knowing that they were essentially raising arms against the Familiars of Bastet. Looks like they weren’t the only relics that had survived to live in the modern era…

–

Amren sighed as he walked briskly toward the break in point, never once in his long years guarding his goddesses domain had anyone managed to break into the inner layers before.

And it had to be that room the intruders had broken into…what a mess this all was.

Already sensing the loss of three Familiars, Amren had ordered the rest not to engage, heading down personally to the site as he turned the corner, eyeing the hole the Familiars had made in the secret wall, headed blindly to their end.

Stepping through the wall, Amren could hear the sounds of two women enjoying themselves, giggling playfully as he watched the one dressed in black seemingly mentor the older looking girl in white, raising her cupped palms to her lips as she drank down the thick, transparent fluid, making sure to emphasize each gulp as her throat bulged with the effort, her student watching her with a crimson blush on her cheeks, glancing back and forth between her mentor and her own palms, a sizeable amount of the fluid in her hands.

“Ahh~ And that’s how you do it! Now you try sis!”

“W-well…here I go…mppf!”

Amren’s gaze grew mean as he eyed the discarded garb of the three Familiars lying around the grand bed he didn’t remember seeing before, their weapons haphazardly strewn about, all of it coated in that same thick goopy substance the two women gulped down with gusto as Amer ran a hand over her warm belly, feeling the goop kick and churn inside of her before settling into a nice steamy mess.

“T-that was…certainly interesting…what did you say this was called again?”

“Heehee! The humans of this time call it ‘Unbirthing’! I’ve seen it in their scripts from the memories of the man I subsumed. In just a few short hours, you and I will be proud mothers!”

“Preposterous! W-we haven't even laid with anyone! How could we even be pregnant?”

“Heh! Y’see…oh? If it isn’t Armen! Long time no see!”

“Oh, greetings Armen!”

The hulking man crossed his arms as the girls finally took notice of him, deciding to ignore the blatant disrespect directed at him. He knew the pair to constantly invoke strife and misfortune wherever they went. Despite the younger sister’s mature air and the elder sister’s seemingly innocent persona, he knew the two to be unfathomably corrupt on the inside.

Which made him question why his goddess had even struck an accord with them. Sure, they had been the ones to design the outer layer’s security with its magical entities and ever changing passageways but the havoc they wrought if left unchecked just wasn’t worth it in his opinion. But he knew better than to fall to paranoia in times like these, defaulting to Bastet’s judgement on letting the girls go free after he’d obviously failed to keep them contained after springing his trap on the arcane sisters all those years ago.

“Under Bastet’s command, I cannot force the two of you under my heel anymore, seeing as how that plan had obviously failed to keep the likes of you two contained…”

Amer giggled as she coyly licked up the strands of goop left on her dainty fingers, her demure little sister act fading with the presence of another in their midst.

“If you had done proper maintenance on the outer perimeter, you’d still have us under lock and key…a pity…”

“Nye heh, she’s right y’know~ Been a lil too busy shagging the Goddesses' pets now haven't you?”

Glaring into the empty jackal mask adorned over Yulia’s face, Amren growled in a low voice that simmered with hate. “What did you do to those girls?”

Giggling, Amer and Yulia leaned backwards onto the bed, teasing the man with suggestive hand gestures as they played with the remnants of the goop still left stuck to their hands and faces.

“Ahhn! Easy there big guy~ You’re gonna make me cream myself with those eyes! But to answer your question…they’re safe and sound in our precious little wombs, they’ll be back in about…two to three months or so? But maybe a lil less Bastet-y and more…us, yknow? Keheh!”

But before Amren could move a muscle, he felt his body freeze as Yulia’s arms glowed with that ominous purple aura he hadn't seen in so long. Unlike most other beings, the twin sorceresses could do nothing to him besides control his body for a short period of time, unable to work their signature transmogrification spells over his divine body blessed with protection by the goddess herself. While still being her daughters, they didn’t quite have the same degree of protection Amren had.

Feeling himself walk over the soft bed, Amren lies down on the sheets, feeling his frame sink deep into the comfortable cotton bed as the sisters crawl on all fours around him, Yulia tracing a sharp finger over his pectorals as Amer kept her eyes glued to his erect member, drooling at the corner of her lips as she seemed eager to kick things into gear.

As much as he despised the sisters, even he couldn't deny how beautiful and mesmerizing they were. Whoever their poor hosts had been, they were no longer present, replaced entirely in both body and soul by the two stunning vixens currently eyeing him up with lust  burning behind their masks.

“What do you miscreants think you’re doing?”

Yulia takes the lead once more, crawling over Amren’s pelvis as she grinds her crotch against his cock, leaning down over him as her breasts press up against him, her rock hard nipples poking at him beneath the thin fabric of her top.

Despite their inherently Egyptian origin, Amren knew the girls were not local born, hailing from some far off land. Their current outfits and bodies being an amalgamation of the various deities and cultures across Egypt. Even he had forgotten their original appearance when they’d first arrived here. But who’s to say those were even their actual forms?

Interrupting his thoughts. Yulia pinches his chest as she whispers lovingly into his ear with her hot, steamy voice. “I’m drilling these new techniques into Yulia here, and as you know; she’s a very eager learner so…do your best ‘kay?”

Yulia snapped her fingers, her clothes turning a vibrant purple before fading away, leaving her succulent body on display as Amren felt something wet begin to stain his loincloth.

Tonight was going to be one of the busiest nights the weary old guardian had ever experienced in a very long time, and he only wished it would end as soon as possible before he got back to work on finding a suitable prison for the two demonesses in his presence...

THE END