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A Treasure of Time

Part 8

For Nataraj

By Draconicon

When Olag finally woke up from his nap, the bear was shocked to hear what happened to him. Nat suffered through the lecture with less sarcasm than he normally would have brought to bear, and he didn't even try and flirt his way through it, or brush it off. He was too in his head over it, and it felt wrong.

I shouldn't be like this, he thought, the lizard sitting down on the steps and looking down at his feet as the polar bear berated him about how careless he had been. This isn't me. I don't just...take it, not like this.

And yet, there was a part of him that couldn't be bothered to speak up, that felt that this was only right. There was a section of his mind that just refused to talk back, that believed that they deserved this for fucking up like that.

He shouldn't have needed a respawn, that much was clear. He had been just...

Okay, that was a lie, he hadn't been fine. Nataraj could be honest enough with himself to admit that. He'd been getting humiliated, broken down, and the goddess of sex in the temple had been having a field day with playing with his body and brain.

Yet, at the same time, he shouldn't have given in that easily. He was a proud slut, for crying out loud. Yeah, he was a little out of practice, but he had held the orcs in the palm of his hand, and he had even gotten a dragon manipulated a time or two with his feet. The lizard knew that he had a hot, sexy body, and he knew how to use it. That should have been a goddamn advantage, not some sort of handicap in the temple.

And yet, here he was, sitting on the steps of the temple and listening to every single mistake that he had made as if he was a rank novice in the ways of sex.

"I know, I know," the lizard muttered as the bear took a breath.

"Yeah? What do ya know?"

"That I should have waited. That I should have had someone there with him. That this was a trapped temple, and that there was nothing I could have done in there alone," he muttered, rattling through the various things that Olag had been trying to drill into his head since he had woken up.

"That ain't it, and you know it."

"Hmmph."

"Ya shoulda waited, but ya need to stop beating yourself up. That was a fucking goddess. They fuck with people, even the good ones. This one might not even be good. Ya get fucked with by a fucking god, then ya count yourself lucky that that's all that happened," the bear said, sitting down beside him. "Fuck. Ya think ya can beat a goddess on your own? Fucking more arrogant than I am."

"What about as arrogant as Salla?"

"Nobody's as arrogant as the captain."

Hey.

"Truth, Boss, truth."

...Fair.

Nat smiled for a moment or so, but then the smile faded. He still felt bad about having fucked up that badly, and particularly with something that should have been so much in his element. It was what he was good at, after all, and it was why the mouse had pulled him in for this assignment. He needed to be slutty, needed to be eager and ready. He was the 'face' of the party, and that meant being able to talk and persuade in ways that Olag could not.

His body was part of that. If he was losing his ability to beat people in a sex-fight, then something was off.

Olag sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Look. It's fucking late. Let's get some sleep, and then tomorrow, we'll hit it again. This time, we'll take her out."

"Hmm..."

"Nat."

The polar bear pushed him, and the lizard was so distracted that he almost fell right off the steps then and there. Only a quick flick of his wrist and tail kept him from going over, and he blinked as he turned back to the bear. Olag was actually looking at him with worry rather than teasing smirks, and that concerned him.

"What?"

"You stay here tonight. Ya got me?"

"Olag. I'm fine. I'm not going to do anything stupid."

"Yeah? You gonna promise me that?"

"..."

"Huh?"

"Fine. I promise I won't do anything stupid."

"Good."

As the polar bear patted him on the back, though, Nat sighed. He still didn't feel good about what had happened, but there was really only one way for him to fix things. To him, it wasn't stupid, and that meant that it wasn't breaking his promise.

The fact that the mouse captain didn't say anything in his head felt like Salla even agreed with him.

Some time after night fell and Olag was busy snoring, Nataraj sat up. The moon was well overhead, and he could see that the temple was just as dark now as it had been during the day. Whatever magic it had, it was sealed inside, kept there so that it wasn't obvious to anyone moving around during the day or night. He got to his feet, dusted off his scales, and started climbing the steps.

Going to try for round two, are you?

The lizard ignored the mouse, keeping his head forward. He had the feeling that if he engaged, Salla would find some way to convince him to stop this, to go back to camp, and he knew that it would be harder than ever to go back up the steps the next day. If he gave in to whatever he was feeling now - surely not fear, no, as he was never afraid of sex - he would have a hard time ever doing this again.

Well, if you're going to do this, you might want to have some help.

Don't call Olag.

I wasn't meaning him.

I don't want you to help, either.

Is that pride speaking up?

It's...something.

That annoyed him, too. He should have had a word for this, something that could give him an idea of what the hell was happening to him, and how he was supposed to handle it. There was nothing, though, nothing but the feeling that was drawing him back to the temple.

Nataraj didn't like to lose. He was fine with stories of heroes losing, but that was because the heroes were always able to get back on their feet and try again. He didn't like losing himself, and this...this was something that he needed to get back. The goddess had taken his confidence, and he needed to steal it back.

He walked into the temple, following the stone corridors in the darkness. There was no torch to be found on the walls, and he doubted that he'd ever be able to find the same one that he had lost before. All he knew was -

Are you sure you don't want my help?

I don't want anything from you right now.

You remember all the traps in the altar room?

I remember.

You remember how it stretched out in the hallways?

Will you shut up? I'm going to do this, and I don't need any -

And just like that, one of the stones under his feet slid down. He knew what he'd done as soon as it started sinking, and he cursed himself out for it. All that effort the first time with finding his way forward, taking his time, and now, he was caught by one of the very traps that he had avoided the first time.

Nat tried to take a jumping step back, but it was too late. Out of the darkness came two blurred silhouettes, and they both cracked against his legs. The lizard fell out of pure shock, landing on four or five other tiles.

Click.

Snap.

Whoosh.

Whir.

Snap.

Click.

Crack.

Just over his back, more traps than he wanted to think about went off all at once. Nataraj whimpered under his breath as he realized just how close he'd come to really fucking himself over, and tried not to think about the fact that something had still hit him.

I was trying to tell you, Salla said.

I...you...Nnngh...why...what...

He had already been distracted a bit by his feelings of annoyance, and the rings on his toes had been a whole new annoyance with all the lust that he had been filled with from them, but now, he felt something new. The lizard slowly rolled in place, looking down at his feet. There was something tight around his ankles, and as he moved, he could see a bit of a glow. Maybe they were magical enough to see.

It turned out, they were. They were anklets, big gold ones that hugged his ankles. He could see the way that they shimmered in the dark, emanating light that pulsed through the golden band, created by emeralds that were tucked into the golden band. Every time they shimmered, he felt a pulse of pleasure through his feet, almost like they were becoming more and more of an erogenous zone.

And worse, they made him shiver in other needs, like the need to be...commanded...

"Nnngh...I am...a free slut. I'm a free lizard. If I bottom...I do it for fun, not because...I have to..."

That's what he told himself, and he hoped that it was the truth. He really, really hoped that it was the truth. Gritting his teeth, the lizard pushed himself back to his feet, and almost immediately gasped as he put his weight down on his soles.

Oh...that's new...

He shivered as he felt the pressure of the stones against his feet, almost like a rough, slightly teasing, dominant massage. He shifted his footing, putting more weight on one foot and less on the other, and he gasped at the sudden change in sensation. It almost felt like the pressure of a punishment on his foot, like some dom had pulled out a playful little rod and was giving him a light whack with it, or at least, preparing to. He curled his toes, and the almost tickling feeling of the dust against his toes felt almost like a lick.

"Gah...ah...ah..."

For all the work that he had done to start getting used to the feeling of his feet being sensitive before, not to mention the rutting need running through him almost non-stop, it had been almost completely undone by this. He had to lean against the wall, biting his lips as his feet almost 'itched' with pleasure. It felt like there was too much, too many good feelings with his feet, too many erotic bursts of sensation.

"Nnngh..."

He wanted to stop, to find some way to get the anklets off, but they seemed like they were solid things without catch or clasp in the dark. There was no way for him to remove them without help. He needed...

No, I need to finish this...I need to...to take her down...

And he knew that he could do it. She'd put the information in his head. So what if he had lost a bit of his arrogance and cockiness? He could bring her down with raw technique. Goddess or no, she had to have something that he could play with.

He waited for the reply from Salla on that, some bit of information that might help, or something to tell him that he was making a mistake. Instead, there was nothing. The mouse was completely silent.

...Salla?

Yes?

Why are you quiet?

Let's just say I'm curious what you'll do.

...Are you going to help?

Do you want me to?

Yes! No! I mean no!

Then I'll just watch. Finger's on the respawn button, Nat. Just let me know when.

He didn't know if that was good or bad. His judgment on that hadn't been that good lately, and he honestly wasn't sure if it was better now.

At the same time, he knew better than to question the mouse. He was finally getting to make his own decisions, and that meant that he needed to show that he wanted that. If he let Salla be the guide all the time, then he was going to be the mouse's lapdog, and nothing more. Summoning his confidence, he took a step forward -

Click.

Snick-snick.

And there's the matching bracelets.

Nataraj glared down at the golden bands, and promised himself that he wasn't going to trip any more traps in the corridor. That was humiliating enough that he'd been caught by two already, and he didn't need to make it worse.

Eventually, he reached the altar again. Somehow, the torch was still burning, and he imagined that it was probably something a bit more supernatural than he had initially supposed. It explained why he had managed to get it lit the last time without any real effort, now that he thought about it.

That said, he didn't like what else he saw.

There were ghostly hands and feet in the air, different little spectral rods and holes on display, as well. He knew that they had to be summoned by the goddess, but how did she get the power to do it?

Nataraj figured it out before the mouse could tell him. The goddess had taken what she had sapped from him as power, and used it to start redecorating her temple, bringing it back to life. He hissed to himself, sticking his tongue past his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. Click-clack went the bracelets along his arms, and he tried to ignore the urges that they brought with them.

While the anklets seemed to bring sensitivity and submission with them, the ones on his arms reminded him how good it had felt to be locked up, to be on display, to be more of a thing for someone else. The idea alone was completely contrary to how Nataraj was, how he was a free lizard, eager to play with all and refusing to be tied down to one, but with the bracelets on, the idea of bondage, of being tied down, of being someone's thing to be shaped, molded...humiliated...

The lizard growled, hissing as he shook the thought out of his head. No. He was a free lizard, and he would remain a free lizard, no ifs, ands, or buts.

Ah, my little lizard...you return...

Nataraj blushed, only to immediately set to wiping his cheeks to get rid of the burning feeling. He stomped his foot in petty annoyance.

"I'm back to show you how wrong you are."

Oh? I'm wrong...wrong about what?

"That I'm that much weaker than you!"

Oh, my little lizard, but you are. I am a goddess, and you...are a slave.

The anklets and bracelets glowed around him, and Nataraj hissed as he felt the urge to throw himself to his knees. The image popped into his head with such force and power that the lizard could barely stay upright, his toes curling, his cock throbbing. Arousal, need, heat, and submission were running through him like a storm, and he couldn't bring himself to speak through it.

However, he managed to keep himself upright. That was something. That was everything.

The goddess chuckled in his head, and several of the ghost hands came to him. One rested over his chest, pressing down just over his heart, while another slid between his legs, gently rolling his balls along a spectral palm. The goddess's voice whispered in his head.

You want to challenge me, don't you?

"Nnngh...I...I do..."

You think to reclaim what you've already lost? Ha...ha ha...what an amusing little mortal...

His cheeks burned again, feeling her laughter echoing through his head. It drowned out his own thoughts for a moment, and he shivered as he almost went to his knees again. Other hands had come out, some rubbing along his chest and down his sides, and others pushed him from behind, slowly guiding him back to the standing altar.

You want to play my games, little lizard? I think what you really want is to submit to me...to become like one of my followers...

"I'm not...not like yours..."

No, but you can learn...

"I'm better than them."

Oh, such arrogance. Hardly befitting a slave, is it?

He shook his head, only to realize at the last minute what was happening. They were distracting him, pulling him towards the altar, and -

A sudden shove from the ghost hands left him pinned against the stone, and he grunted as his back thumped against the stone. His ankle slid back, the anklet around his right leg suddenly joined by an iron shackle that spread further than last time, one band around his leg, the other swinging forward and curling around his sole, wrapping around the arch of his foot and then around the top and bottom. The sudden impact and strange bondage stroked along the bottom of his foot, and his cock jerked and jumped.

Ah...ah...

He bit his lip, trying not to moan more than he had already done, and he half-wished that there was some advice from the mouse. Yet, Salla was completely silent, as the mouse had promised to be.

The lizard tried to shake himself free, but the ghost hands were too swift for him, shoving his arms down, pinning them in place. He heard the clicks that joined the old shackles with the new, and he hissed as he felt his other leg get trapped in the same fashion as the first. He was pulled back, his short body pulled tight over the altar, spread-eagle as before as the ghost hands and feet shimmered in mid-air around him.

"Nnngh. I didn't say..."

You came to the altar, little lizard. That means that you are willing to play my game.

"Mmmph...well...this time I'll win..."

Mmm, and what is winning?

"I...I..."

You don't know, do you?

"...I'll figure it out...I'm smart...I'm sexy...I can figure it out..."

There was a gentle chuckle as the ghost hands returned, stroking along his chest and once more finding his nipples. He gasped as they pulled, gritting his teeth at the sudden feeling of pressure on the little nubs.

My followers were either those with cocks, hard, throbbing, ready to take charge, or those with holes, ready to be taken, blushing and eager, always willing to take anything as pleasure. From pain, to domination...to humiliation...

Nataraj felt the collar from before wiggling down the altar, almost around his neck. The last time that that had wrapped around his neck, he remembered how it had started pumping new ideas into his brain, making it hard for him to fight back against the goddess. With a grunt, he slammed his head back. God, it ached from pressing down against the rock that hard, but it stopped the collar from sinking any further down his spine. It was still pinned near the top of his head rather than near his neck.

Oh, do you want to fight that badly?

"I'm not...your slut...I just want...your information..."

I thought you wanted to win?

"That's how I win! I get...I get your knowledge...and keep...myself..."

And how are you going to do that? Doesn't it feel so good to just give in?

Her ghostly hands suddenly squeezed at his chest, and Nataraj yelped, arching his back from the stone as much as the chains would allow. He gasped as he looked down, seeing that his nipples were growing, and just under them, something else. Something soft, something curvy, something...

Something very female.

Oh gods...

Breasts. He was getting breasts. They were small, still, but they were growing, swelling every time that those ghostly fingers pressed and pulled at him. He curled his toes at the odd pleasure that came from seeing them growing, clenching his teeth again as he felt the odd tingles that came down through the nipples and into the breasts themselves.

"Ah...ah..."

He couldn't quite keep from moaning, and the collar and its chain slid down. Not all the way to his neck, but further than he'd like before he pushed his head back again. He barely managed to pin it in place once more, his cheeks burning.

He wasn't supposed to lose like this. He was better than this. Why was he making such rookie mistakes?

Mmm, doesn't that feel better, little lizard? You know that it feels so much better to serve, otherwise, you wouldn't have so many masters, would you?

He gritted his teeth, unable to shake his head as ghostly feet lowered themselves to his groin. They were harder to see than the hands, almost like they were still shaping themselves, but they were almost as big as elephant feet. He remembered seeing quite a few of those before lockdown, and he remembered just how easily they'd hide his cock.

And then, that's what they were. Big, heavy, meaty, and wide elephant feet, so wide that they were almost round as they pressed down on either side of his cock. His shaft was completely dwarfed under them, disappearing from the sheer size of those spectral soles, but when it came to the pressure...oh, that was real. That was very real.

Nat moaned out loud at the feeling of the slow, ghostly footjob, and it was only made worse as the ghost hand that had been rubbing his balls returned, too. This time, there were two, so faint that they almost felt like his imagination, but just real enough to tug his balls forward, back, forward, back.

The pleasure of submission is your ultimate goal, little lizard, but you've never had the right master. Perhaps you should lose a little more of that arrogance...pride...goeth before...the fall.

And as the fingers twisted at his nipples again, growing his chest out in a sudden surge, as the fingers curling around his balls clenched ever so slightly and forced them to churn, as the feet on his cock pressed together and made his cock tingle...the collar fell.

Click.

Nataraj's eyes went wide as he felt the tight metal around his neck. The goddess's power flowed through him, her knowledge mixing with the costs of submission, her view of it pressing down in his mind, corrupting him, changing him, altering him, warping him.

This was how she captured her followers. This was how they were trained. The big ones were put on the slab, given the knowledge of their power and their strength, the right of their cocks to go wherever their cocks wanted to go. They were given the power over others, the right to pleasure themselves and the spells to give pleasure with their cocks wherever they went.

People like him, however -

Like 'him'? Oh, little lizard...you think that you are still a him? Please...look at yourself...

The images popped into his head. He groaned as he saw what the goddess saw. He saw a lizard on the slab, green-yellow scales slowly fading into something that was more like a deep purple. His chest was swelling out, still, small breasts becoming bigger, swelling into something more than a handful. Each time they bulged, they seemed to balloon with a bit more size, rising, falling, then rising again with greater heft.

Further down, he could see his cock swelling, rising, falling. It was hard as a rock, filling up and growing bigger between the ghostly elephant feet around his cock, thrusting between them as it grew bigger and bigger still. He had reached ten inches long, yet, for all that, his attention was less on that and more on other things.

His balls had forced their way forward, no longer resting between his thighs, but on them, too big to fall between his legs anymore. They were heavy and round, swollen and thick. He moaned as he saw the sweat drops running along the orbs, dripping down.

His hips...

Mmm, I think everyone else will think 'her' hips, my little follower, the goddess whispered in his mind, and he swore he felt the little nibble of teeth against his neck.

But his hips were growing, pushing out, flaring out in a way that was decidedly unmasculine. There was nothing about them that shouted that he was a man, even a man with decidedly boxy or heavy hips. When he looked at them now, he could see only the sway that would come if he was ever let free from the chains, and the weight of his ass grew, becoming heavier and thicker in the back, pushing him forward and up from the altar.

My followers have always been feminine, little lizard, the goddess whispered in his mind. Feminine, but with the reminder of what they once were. Feminine, with a fat cock that keeps them reminded of what they no longer do. They are my eager servants, their bodies, their holes, their everything ready to serve those that would come for pleasure...

He felt the ghostly hands wrapping around his legs, fingers threading between his toes, tongues finding their way along his soles.

Her soles.

Her.

The word popped into his head and wouldn't let go, and Nataraj blushed. The goddess made him shiver at the humiliation of having a cock that he would not need to use, that he would not want to use with how sensitive his breasts and his ass and his feet would be. Every lick along his soles made his cock throb harder, every quiver through his ass cheeks was almost as good as being fucked. His breasts fell forward, becoming almost a parody of themselves as they reached a size of near insanity.

Her feet.

Her ass.

Her breasts.

Her cock.

Her. Her. Her.

The word kept coming through, drowning out the 'him', and Nataraj groaned as the purple scales spread from her chest to her feet, slowly covering her in something so different. She was losing herself completely, whimpering at the feeling of losing so completely. Every bit of pride had pulled her deeper, making it near-impossible to resist the allure of the altar, and even now, her lusts were making it so she didn't want to leave. Even with every bit of common sense screaming at her to call for a respawn, she couldn't. She wanted...needed...

Want to keep going for another five minutes or so? Salla asked. I'd say that's about all that you have left before she completely wipes away your past with no hope of recovery. I wouldn't push it past five and a half minutes, personally.

Nataraj groaned under her breath, trying to think, but it was so hard. After all, sluts didn't have to think. Followers just did what they were told, offering their asses, their holes, their feet, their everything to the other followers, to the other members of the world. They were converters on legs, their bodies used to break down the resistances of those that would see the goddess as nothing but a night of fun.

Nataraj. Think. Remember your goals. Remember your orders.

The mouse said the magic words. Orders. Remember. Command. There was something that the lizard still had to do, a task that she still had to accomplish, and it had nothing to do with the goddess.

Nat grabbed for that, holding tight.

Two minutes, she said. No more. Get me out...after two minutes...

The mouse didn't argue, and Nat was grateful. She didn't think she could have stood up to that.

Olag sat with his eyes half-open, tiredness still clinging to him. He'd heard the lizard going, but when he started getting up to chase after him, Salla stopped him. Didn't feel right to him to just let his companion go off and get fucked, but when the boss said to stand down, he obeyed.

Didn't like it, but he did it.

The polar bear was resting one eye and letting the other stare off in the distance when he heard the hum of the campsite activating. Figured that there'd be a respawn, but he wondered what would come back. The last time, it'd still been mostly Nat, but...

Come on...don't fuck yourself up for pride, scales, he thought, feeling the old ache along his spine. Ya do that too many times, and ya ain't gonna come back from it, campsite or no.

WHOOSH!

The blue light burst into being, and the silhouette of the lizard formed and then solidified. Olag grunted, getting back to his feet as he leaned on his axe, expecting a lizard that was half out of it, at least. What he got was something rather different.

Nataraj was no longer male. Or at least, didn't look it. He had the hips of a big bitch woman, ass cheeks wobbling as the lizard hit the ground. The color was wrong, too, looking like some sort of purple-gray color, almost like what he'd seen the last time the boss took them down the Nile. That, combined with the heavy chest...

He's been averaged out, believe it or not, Salla said in his head. By the time the goddess was done with him, he -

The mouse stopped talking for a moment, and Olag waited impatiently for him to start again. When he did, Salla sounded considering.

Hmm. That was wrong. She.

"The fuck?"

Nataraj is a 'she' now. Please remember that. Anyway, she was barely more than a set of tits and ass by the time the goddess was almost done. We've been averaging this out for a while. Now. Before she wakes up, get her comfortable. She's gonna have a lot of adjusting to do.

The End

Summary: Nataraj can't help but go back to try again, thinking that he can beat the goddess on his own terms. Two guesses how that goes.

Tags: M/F, transformation, lizard, polar bear, goddess, ghost hands, ghost feet, ghost limbs, bondage, corruption, hypnosis, mind control, male to shemale, gender shifting, footjob, growth, ball growth, breast growth, ass growth, teasing, dirty talk,