Dayson Eran yelped as his back spasmed again. He groaned and tried to rub the knots out.

“I’m too young to be having back pain,” he muttered.

For the last two hours, he’d been hauling boxes from Thanateros University’s loading docks to the Haden Anthropology Building.

Specifically, Lab 307 in the Haden Anthropology Building.

Which happened to be on the third floor.

Which also happened to be the farthest from the elevator.

All because Doctor Yendi hated him.

Despite him being her lab assistant for the last two years. Despite him constantly acing every test she’d thrown at him. Despite—

Dayson forced himself to stop his mental whining as he lowered the last box onto the table. With a sigh, he slumped onto a convenient stool. He tried to rub his aching muscles again, but he doubted anything other than a steamroller would be able to get the knots out of his back.

“I don’t get paid enough for this crap,” Dayson muttered as he looked around the lab’s storage room.

Only a pair of naked bulbs hung from the ceiling, leaving half the room in shadows. What he could see was mostly dusty old boxes from low-priority archeological digs all over the world. Some of them had probably been sitting in here for longer than he’d been alive. Not like that mattered. No one ever sent anything important to Thanateros University.

Doctor Yendi may have been a decent advisor, but he’d seen how the other faculty had treated the old woman. It kinda bugged him… but then again, he wasn’t the one going around trying to publish papers about the truth behind El Dorado, Atlantis or her latest obsession—the ‘long-lost’ isle of Lethne.

Dayson rubbed at the shipping label of the box he’d just put on the examination table, only to find there were actually about a dozen labels on the crate.

“Hrm,” he muttered as he tried to read one of them. “This says… Rota, Northern Marianas? Where the hell is Rota?”

Dayson frowned and checked another label. “Okay, at least I’ve heard of Guam… but these labels are like… twenty-two years old.”

Dayson stepped back and frowned at the box. His eyes drifted to the other thirty-three now secured on the shelves of the storage room.

“Where have you all been for the last twenty years?” Dayson said to himself.

He licked his lips and studied the top of the crate. Doctor Yendi rarely actually came in here. Surely it wouldn’t—

A knock sounded at the door and he almost jumped right out of his skin. He clutched the table and tried not to fall over, gasping for breath.

“Hey!” came a familiar female voice from outside. “Dayson? You in there?”

“Dammit, Becky!” Dayson shouted as he stumbled for the door, his heart still hammering in his chest. “You scared the crap out of me!”

Dayson unlocked the door and opened it to glare at Becky Malsen. As usual, she was clutching a book and smirking at him. With short blond hair, a pixie-like face, dark brown eyes and a petite frame, she was the classic picture of the cute girl-next-door. What’s worse, she knew it.

“You gonna let me in?” she said that annoyingly cute smirk. ”Or did Yendi finally give you something interesting?”

Dayson rolled his eyes and stepped aside for Becky. “Hardly. Just a new shipment that’ll probably collect dust for another twenty years.”

Becky slipped in and let out a little squeak of glee at the new crates. “Ooh! Is this the Lethne shipment? Yendi’s been waiting on this forever!”

As Becky scurried over to inspect the crate he’d just been studying, Dayson just shook his head. Becky Malsen was Doctor Yendi’s other aide. And while she was great to look at, she had one serious flaw.

She was a believer.

Becky actually believed Yendi’s crazy stories about ancient aliens, long-forgotten temples of magic and cities of advanced wizards living on the oceans. She was completely nuts.

But she was cute and having her around made sure that his old friend, crippling loneliness, didn’t bother him so much. Even if she wouldn’t shut up about whatever latest crackpot theory Yendi had stumbled upon.

“Oh Goddess!” Becky cried. “Dayson! Come here! This is it! This is the Lethne shipment!”

“Ooh.” Dayson desperately tried to contain his enthusiasm as he trudged over. “I can’t believe it.”

Becky frowned and smacked him with her book.

He glared at her and rubbed his shoulder. “What? Hey, you know I love Doc Yendi, but still, this Lethne thing is crazy.”

“It’s not crazy!” Becky snapped. “Just undocumented. The Pacific Ocean is huge! Who knows what could be lying under all that water?”

“I’m guessing not ancient relics of some voodoo god,” Dayson muttered.

Becky bit her lip, glanced at him, glanced at the box… then threw the book at him. Startled, he managed to catch it. There was an odd picture of something that looked to be like a rearing pegasus—with a horn?—on the cover. But his attention was yanked away when Becky actually grabbed a nearby crowbar and started prying at the top.

“What are you doing?” Dayson hissed as he dropped the book on another table. “Yendi’s gonna kill you!”

“Nope!” Becky said through grunts. “I finally convinced her this afternoon! She said I could take first crack at the Lethne artifacts when they arrived!”

“They’re probably some Easter Island knockoffs,” Dayson insisted as Beck pried up one of the edges. “You’re taking this way too seriously. Look, this box has been in shipping limbo for over twenty years!”

“And the artifacts inside have been underwater limbo for probably a couple thousand!” Becky grunted as she pried up another corner. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve seen Yendi’s research. She’s right about this group!”

“Ugh.” Dayson threw up his hands and stalked over to his backpack on a side counter in the shadows. His phone’s battery was dead—again—so he plugged the phone into an outlet and pulled out his tablet. “You at least CC’d me on the paperwork, right? I’m not getting busted because you got overexcited about some dumb rock that looks like a naked chick.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s there.” Becky stuck out her tongue as she went after the second-to-last corner. The creak of nails giving way filled the room.

Dayson unlocked his tablet, only for the screen to start playing a slideshow. A few pastel ponies flickered by before he managed to get them off the screen. He wasn’t in the mood for his roommates’s weird fetish right now. Finally, he opened up his email and checked. Sure enough, the consent form was there, signed by Doctor Yendi herself.

“I can’t believe you got the Doc to sign off on it,” Dayson muttered. “She’s usually so protective of her artifacts.”

“That’s the weird part!” Becky said as she heaved on the last side. “She actually offered it to me! Said there was something special in this new shipment, something for us.”

“Oh, well,” Dayson said, trying not to groan. “That’s not ominous or creepy at all.”

A crack of thunder made the two of them jump. Dayson rolled his eyes again and stomped over to the window set into the back of the room. He pulled back the curtains and stared out into the storm.

“Oh come on!” Dayson threw up his hands. “Seriously, it’s coming down like crazy out there! This already feels like some cheap mystery novel—or a horror B-movie!”

“Huh?” Becky muttered something under her breath, but the last side of the crate wasn’t giving way. “What are you talking about?”

“Dark and stormy night?” Dayson groaned. “Crates containing artifacts some mysterious and ancient culture? We’ve even got the overeager student trying to get at them!”

“Trying being the operative word here.” Becky finally stopped heaving and glared at the crate. “Said overeager student can’t actually get to them.”

Dayson glared at the storm outside and marched over to the crate. Some of the nails were twisted from where it looked like someone had dropped the box at some point. Becky, while strong for her size, just didn’t have the leverage.

She smiled at him with her best puppy dog eyes and held out the crowbar.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he said flatly. “This is almost as cliche as the rest of the situation.”

“You want me to make it worse like saying what’s the worst, etc, etc?” Becky said with another smirk.

“Why are you so into Lethne again?” Dayson demanded. “Seriously, girl, you never got this excited about the El Dorado rocks.”

Becky blushed just as another bolt of lightning lit up the room. “Umm… no reason.”

Now Dayson had to know. He’d worked with Becky for over a year and a half. Some people got off on ancient civilizations, but Becky Malsen did it literally. He’d actually once seen her get totally hot and flustered over a vase from somewhere near the supposed location of Shangri-La. He’d actually caught her fingering herself later, muttering to herself about the etching.

Granted, he hadn’t interrupted her and she had one hell of an orgasm after… but still…

“Let’s hear it, Becky,” Dayson said, crossing his arms. “You tell me what’s got you all riled up and I help open the box.”

“Um… only if you promise not to make fun of me,” Becky’s blush deepened in the yellow light of the two bulbs. “And never tell anyone, especially Yendi.”

That caught Dayson off-guard. “You mean… you know something that Yendi doesn’t?”

Becky nodded quickly. “Promise?”

Couldn’t hurt.

“Yeah, sure, I promise.” He even held up his hand with two fingers… then three. He could never remember which it was.

Becky licked her lips, stepped over to the book she’d thrown at him and turned it to show him the cover.

“Doctor Yendi accidentally got sent this book about a month ago, but it got mislabeled and ended up in Professor Rillian’s office. She had me come get it and I couldn’t help myself. I had to take a look.”

“What’s the big deal? Looks fairly recent. It’s not like some ancient manuscript.”

“No! Instead, it’s got transcriptions of ancient manuscripts.”

Despite himself, Dayson’s interest was perked. He leaned closer to take a look as Becky turned to a page showing an illustration of a vast city sitting on the ocean.

“It’s transcribed from some ancient writings found in an undersea cave south of Guam. I could bore you with all the details, but I’ll just say that the seal on the documents seemed strange. Anyway, that’s not what really matters. It’s what were in the writings! They were some archaic dialect of Austronesian.”

Dayson shrugged. “Sounds typical of the South Pacific.”

“Oh yeah?” Becky said with a grin. “And what do you say when you see this?”

Becky turned the page. It was some sort of ritual. It had obviously been inspired by the text on the other side of the page, but to his shock, it seemed to be some sort of mystical fertility rite.

Either that, or it was just a bunch of people having sex with costumes on. In fact… it reminded him oddly of some art his roommates had tried to ‘tempt’ him with yesterday. Some weird version of the same show they watched.

“The text actually says that this is the ‘forgotten history’ of Lethne. The actual name of the city! It’s right there!”

“Come on, really?”

Becky nodded. “Yeah! According to the author, apparently some sort of exile—or escapee—of the city, they were a prosperous people who had once been visited by a being from a far away land. He—or she, the translation is a bit unclear—blessed them with untold beauty, but he warned them there would be a price attached.”

“And now we’ve got the ghost story vibe going on,” Dayson muttered.

Becky ignored him and continued skimming through the text. “The visitor had come to the priestesses of their goddesses to make the offer. The high priestess believed they would be protected by their goddess, the spirit of the ocean, Jaldana, so she made the bargain.”

“I’m guessing that didn’t go so well for her.”

“Actually,” Becky licked her lips. She was blushing again… though this time it wasn’t going away. In fact, she was squirming a little. “Depending on your point of view, it went great. The priestess came out of her meeting with the visitor a changed creature.”

She turned the page and a stunningly beautiful naked woman stood at the doorway to a temple. Women and men knelt at her feet. Dayson couldn’t help but stare. She reminded him of some of the ancient depictions of Aphrodite, only more… real somehow.

Becky shifted back and forth a bit, her voice becoming a bit heated.

“A month passed. The people were confused—as was the high priestess. After all, the bargain wasn’t for just her, but for her people as well. Then, one night, she came down with a strange fever…”

Lightning flashed and thunder rolled. Some part of Dayson rolled his eyes. The rest of him watched Becky and the manuscript.

“All of her priestesses were called to the temple to tend to her,” Becky continued. Dayson couldn’t help but notice that there were two little nubs poking through her white cotton top. “And none of them left for three days. Only after did the people find out why…”

Becky turned another page and Dayson gaped at the image on the opposite side of the text, even as Becky continued to describe it.

“Each of the priestesses had transformed. They were voluptuous, eager and hungry. And every single one had new traits.”

“New traits… are you kidding?” Dayson blurted. “They look like furries!”

And they did. They all appeared to be part of the same species. Longer faces, ears on the top of their heads and even tails. Some actually had wings! He even spied a few horns… though only the central figure seemed to have both.

“Yeah…” Becky whispered.

Dayson realized he couldn’t see her other hand. From the way she was bouncing a little, he had a good idea where it was. He’d never realized she’d been one of them, but honestly, seeing these women… it wasn’t a totally unattractive prospect.

“They… they… discovered the cost of this beauty. The first was a temporary change in body… to something more than human.” Becky licked her lips again and panted slightly.

Dayson found himself hardening, not just because of the pictures, but the fact that his fellow aide was surreptitiously getting off right there right in front of him.

“And the second?” he asked, his own voice husky.

“The Heat, but not what we normally think of as heat. Once a month, they would be overcome with… well… the mating urge, but they found themselves—usually—unable to conceive during this time. Though from the manuscript… they didn’t need to always mate with males. There were even factions of the priestesses that had… different reactions. One faction on the western isles had the Heat twice as strong, but they would happily mate with anyone.”

Dayson instantly knew what had attracted Becky even more to this legend. Some sort of sex ritual that induced a need for sex, but it wasn’t limited to males and females? Yeah, that was totally up her alley. He’d learned that the hard way when he’d tried to take her out for drinks… only to get left at the bar for some gorgeous redhead.

Still, he’d always wondered if she’d be willing to experiment with someone who shared her passions. And right now, he definitely shared them.

“The text gets a little strange… mmm… here.” Becky swallowed hard. “According to the author, the high priestess and those closest to her... Well, they changed reality around them.”

“Wait, what?”

“There’s a… a um… a discrepancy in the text! Some historical accounts say that the priestesses had always looked like this, had the Heat, the milkings, all of it! Some didn’t, saying it was new! There’s a lot of speculation in here on how two contemporary historians could both… mmm… contradict one another. One claimed to be ‘protected by a spirit of the water’ to see the truth of all things… the other had no such claim.”

“So, you’re saying they just rewrote history?”

“I…” Becky squirmed even more. “There’s theories about alternate realities, slipping dimensions, magic transitions and other things. I… I don’t know.”

Dayson had no idea how to react to that little factoid.

“The last… ooh…” Becky let out a moan as she turned the page again. To his shock, there were pictures of the strange furry-like women being milked, either directly from the breast or through some sort of machine. “The last was something called ‘The Filling.’ It’s… each of the affected priestesses… well… you can see…”

“Uh-huh…” Dayson had to stop himself from stroking off right there.

“Oh yeah,” Becky said as an afterthought. “The westerners got their milk later than the rest.”

“Milk?” Dayson echoed. “You’re serious about this?”

Becky nodded, but her eyes didn’t leave the text. “Milk apparently became a major… ooh… part of their culture! After a mating was complete, any female involved would find themselves full! Part of the ceremony was to help… uh… alleviate that.”

Dayson didn’t really know what to say, but Becky didn’t really seem to care. She turned the book around and started reading directly from it, using her free hand to quickly skim over lines.

“Part… part of the Heat made them compelled to feed everyone on the island, male or female. It didn’t take long for the entire island to be overcome with the bless… the bless… the bless… oh!”

Becky’s eyes went wide and her hips jerked. For an instant, Dayson saw her hand in her pants before she slipped and ended up shoving the book into his stomach. He grunted in surprise and stumbled backward right into the table behind them.

The one with the almost-opened crate.

Dayson went sprawling over the table and crashed to the ground, the crate going with him. The crate shattered and strange artifacts flew everywhere. Tiaras, busts, tapestries, idols… and a pale jeweled band that seemed to arc through the air to land perfectly on Dayson’s wrist.

It closed with a snap.

A strange shiver ran through him, slipping from his fingers all the way to his head and then back down to his toes.

“What just…” Dayson began to say, only to stop when an odd gong suddenly sounded in the room. It was followed immediately after by light feminine laughter.

That’s when he realized the sound in the room had stopped. He looked around… only to see that time itself seemed to have stopped. A large book—one with a similar pegasus-corn horse thing on the cover—floated in midair on it’s way to the ground.

He looked at the band around his wrist. It was sort pink-colored, with swirls and loops that reminded him of the ocean. There were some sort of crystal or gem in it too, though Dayson didn’t know enough to tell what kind it was.

Dayson reached out and touched the book in wonder, only for the strange bracelet around his wrist to glow with soft pink light. He yelped as something burst out of the bracelet and made contact with the book...

Dayson convulsed and groaned in pleasure as information poured into his mind. Visions, thoughts, feelings, ideas… they washed him away in a torrent of memory.

He wondered how he’d forgotten. It was surprising. She’d been there after all. She blinked twice and the strange-looking room vanished. She felt herself come back to the present… and slip into the oh-so-comfortable form they knew as ‘The Visitor.’

Even better, she instantly remembered what she’d been doing only a few seconds ago.

Ran’ethal gasped beneath her as she imparted her magic into her supple, eager body. The sound of lapping waves echoed from around them within the temple’s lowest chambers, moving in time with her cries.

She brought her delicate hands—transformed just for this ceremony—and caressed the high priestesses large bosom, only to grin as her magic flowed into her. Ran’ethal let out an orgasmic cry and her chest swelled with magic and milk.

“Oh, great Visitor…” Ran’ethal begged. “I have never known such lust… such need… what… what are you doing to me?”

“Simply fulfilling our bargain,” she replied in her silky tones, specially chosen to send whoever heard it into throes of passion. “Embrace your new destiny. Through you, your people will be reborn.”

Ran’ethal’s eyes swirled as the pink magic whirled around her head. The desire had already been there. The Visitor had simply encouraged it just a little. The people of Lethne had believed themselves to be better than this silly world.

They’d been right. And as soon as each member of their glorious city embraced Ran’ethal’s blessing—which was really the Visitor’s blessing—they would shift to a better world that would welcome their kind.

“Great one…” Ran’ethal moaned as the Visitor thrust her magic into the priestess. “I… I feel something coming… a change… is it… what is it?”

“Your future,” the Visitor cooed. “Embrace it. Become all you were meant to be. The walls of reality break… and you are accepted into a new one. Do you want my gift?”

“Yes!” Ran’ethal squealed without hesitation. “Reshape me! I beg you!”

The Visitor pulled her supple body off of the high priestess—who moaned in need.

“Calm yourself… and simply be.”

The Visitor lifted her hands and the high priestess floated into the air. She groaned and gasped as the Visitor’s pink magic plunged into her wet sex. Ran’ethal’s eyes went wide as the pink power began to spread from between her legs, flowing over her body.

The sea around them raged, but the Visitor ignored it. A few of the local spirits objected, but she’d seen into the hearts of most of the priestesses and many of the people.

Those who did not wish to partake, simply wouldn’t. The Visitor wasn’t cruel after all. She wouldn’t force anyone to take her blessing.

“I… I want… I want to…” Ran’ethal moaned as her glistening naked body writhed in the Visitor’s magic. “I… am…”

The magic spread faster and faster. The Visitor idly played with her own wet sex and stroked one puffy nipple. She had missed this form.

Almost as much as she had missed the wonderful pleasure of seeing someone transformed by a little of herself and a lot of themselves.

Finally, the high priestess was consumed by an orgasm so powerful, she cried out and the walls around her shook. In an instant, her body burned with bright pink light.

The Visitor groaned as Ran’ethal’s pleasure echoed into her. With every change of the human’s body, the Visitor’s own ecstasy grew. Almost unconsciously, she allowed her form to slip into something approaching her more natural form. Soft brown fur washed over her body. Her tits swelled until they were twice as big as before. Her face lengthened and shifted into it’s familiar shape. Her ears moved to the top of her head and finally, her tail burst from her new large ass.

Another cry came from the cocooned figure in pink magic and the Visitor and the high priestess shared their next orgasm as the changes settled. The Visitor saw only white for a moment…

Then the beautiful pale pink coat of the transformed human stirred in the center of her lower temple. Her delicate ears flickered back and forth. Her supple ass and tits shifted as she rose to all fours and looked up at the Visitor.

Two stunning magenta eyes peered from behind a short muzzle. Her eyes were wide and hungry. She licked her new lips as the Visitor rose to greet her.

Well, the flowing astral mane and tail in greens, blues and magentas might be a bit much, but it’s not like Celestia’s going to find out…

“This… this is what we are to be?” Ran’ethal whispered, her voice almost lost in the crashing waves.

“If you desire it,” the Visitor replied.

The high priestess ran her new hands over her equally new body, gasping at every sensitive area. She explored her enhanced breasts and her hungry sex, but only briefly. Then her hand went up to the short horn atop her head. She groaned when she brushed against it… and that’s what unleashed her wings.

Definitely going to keep this one to myself… Celestia would be most unhappy with me.

Her tail swished back and forth as she returned to all fours and stared up at the Visitor.

“What… what am I?”

“You are now a pony, my beautiful pet,” the Visitor cooed. “There are proper names for it… but I like the simple one.”

“But… we know of these things. We’ve seen them from beyond the sea. They are four legged animals and—”

“Shush,” the Visitor hummed. “You are a special kind. A perfect combination of the thing you know and the thing you were. Simply… accept it, Priestess. Find joy in the knowing of what you were meant to be. A pony.”

“I’m… I’m a pony.”

The Visitor could feel the high priestess accepting this into the core of her being. She shivered in pleasure as it took hold. Then the Visitor shivered in pleasure as she felt the walls of reality crack just enough make it so the high priestess had always turned into a pony once a month. The sensation of reality itself being rewritten was far better than any simple physical explosion of pleasure.

While the Visitor held back the name change from the transformed priestess—it would be strange to call her by the name of her old ‘friend’—she did decide that the priestess would probably be the only alicorn among the population. After all, there was no need to let things get crazy.

Finally, Ran’ethal looked up at her with eyes filled with wonder. Any illusion the priestess had as to the power of the Visitor had been banished to the depths.

“What… what are you? Who are you?”

For a moment, the Visitor considered not giving her a name, or perhaps making up a new one. But really, what was the harm?

“If you’re so eager for a name, then you may call me Eris.”

The priestess repeated the name. Then, the female alicorn crawled forward—as if she were the regular four-legged variety—and buried her face between the Eris’s legs in thanks.

Eris fell to the stone with a cry of pleasure, then spread her legs to allow her new subject full access. Eris fingered the small jeweled band on her wrist and moaned lustfully as the Ran’ethal hit a particularly sensitive area.

This will be fun indeed…

A strange sensation pulled at her and she frowned, distracted for just a second from the eager lapping tongue of her new—

Dayson yanked his hand away from the book. Something inside of felt… off, but he couldn’t tell what it was. Something aside from the new memory which somehow he knew to have happened upon Lethne millennia ago.

He felt strange as he got to his feet. The world around him was still frozen, but he knew it to be only temporary. Something within him seemed to encourage him to be calm and he listened. After all, there was no reason to get all worried. He had simply found hidden magic.

He thought about the memory… about the band. The band he now wore hadn’t been the source of the Visitor’s power, but it had been connected to that… creature’s power. What was the name she’d said at the end?

Eris. The thought almost felt like it was coming from somewhere else, but it was true, so what did it matter?

Anyway, the band now around his wrist was way more important.

Through the power of the bracelet, he looked around the room. Energy flowed around him, magic that had been untapped for thousands of years… though it swirled strongest around himself and Becky.

Becky had her back arched in pleasure. She was caught mid-gasp as the beginnings of an orgasm overtook her body. He reached out with the power of the band and felt her passion. He could feel the nerves tingling along her tits. He could sense the small nova about to go off between in legs.

He could also see the exact same thing the Eris had seen within Ran’ethal’s mind. A desire to be more. Dayson’s eyes fluttered as he touched on that part of Becky’s mind. It was only a light brush, but he found the source of her obsession with ancient realms and forgotten magics.

He never would have expected it from her—though he should have.

Something inside of him said it was only right to give her exactly what she wanted. However, it would require some of the energy blossoming from her right now.

It would have a very minor side effect, but Becky was sure to love the final result.

As he thought this, a comforting feeling of warmth washed over him and he knew he was doing the right thing.

Ran’ethal reaching out her furred hand toward a pair of gasping priestesses on the edge of climax. They gasped and seemed to settle… only for a sudden torrent of—

Dayson reached out his hand toward his frozen friend. Then, he pulled the magic from her and absorbed it into himself. He groaned at the sudden influx of power and sensation. It was everything he could do not to rip off his shirt and fondle his tits or shove his hand into his pu—

He blinked and his mind realigned to the proper body. He had simply taken a little too much. That was fine. He would definitely pay it back.

The band around his wrist burned with brilliant white light.

Have fun now, said a whisper from somewhere far, far away.

Time snapped back on and Becky blinked.

Author's Note

First time trying this. Hope everyone likes it! Got some more I'm working on, but trying to rewrite to give a little more story. I like story in stuff like this. Hehe.

Oh, and let me know with a private message if you find anything wrong!