Author's notes: This is my first attempt, so please be kind.
And if you're reading a TG story, you already know what it is, so don't complain to me about the content. If you're not 18, get outta here!
And Indiana Jones is not my creation, as everyone knows. It's just fan fiction, so RELAX.
Indiana Jones and the Chamber of Zullo
I: 1934. The Kalasayaya temple, Tiahuanaco, Bolivia, near Lake Titicaca
The warlike people of Llanos de Mojos lived by Lake Titicaca long before recorded history. Their temple dates back to 15,000 B.C. Many believe that the Incas, who rose to power in the 12th century A.D., were their descendants. Some believe that the Incas had knowledge of powers beyond this world, and this knowledge gave them the power to conquer their known world.
Indiana Jones and his fiancée, Marian Ravenswood, were camped outside this temple with a mysterious parchment provided to them by Marcus Brody, Indy's mentor and family friend.
"Marian," exclaimed Indy, "I really think you should have taken this scroll to the Miskatonic University instead of relying on Barnett's library. This Latin translation of Alhazred's text is not accurate."
"But Indy, you know as well as I do that only celebrity scholars, like you and your Dad, are given access to the complete text of the Necronomicon. Besides, we have enough to go on: Location, description, and even some of the traps concealed at the site. We shouldn't even need to dig! And the Wormius translation is from an unstable source, as you well know! Olaus Wormius translated the book and then drank water infected with the plague, deliberately!"
"All the same, Marian, I wish you hadn't come along. I'm usually out of my depth, but this is beyond anything I've sought before. I have a bad feeling about this!"
"Don't worry Tough Guy. I can handle myself. You just worry about the traps."
As they broke camp, they stopped to watch hundreds of wild parrots squawk across the blue sky on their way to nearby Lake Titicaca.
"Don't you ever wish you could fly like them, so free and wild, Indy?"
"I have enough freedom and wildness in my search for fortune and glory, Sweetheart. Let's get going. It's almost mid morning and we have to be at the ruins by high noon."
The ruins certainly had a mystic quality, even in the glaring sun. Titanic slabs, some intact, some crumbling, gave the appearance that a giant hand had reached down from the heavens and pancaked the Ozymandean edifice of Pumapunku. Strange that the nearby Kalasayaya temple was relatively unscathed.
"Do you know where the entrance to the underground altar is?" queried Marian.
"According to the scroll, 'The Golden God's eye looks upon our secret when he is highest on his throne.' That must be noon! I just hope you got the right time of the year!"
"Don't use your aviation watch! Use the sundial that the parchment mentions!"
"Yeah, sure. And do we know where that is, Queen of the Scroll?"
"Yes, Smartypants. It's 'the eye of Cthulhu.' If I'm not mistaken, we're standing about twenty feet from it."
"Oh. Sure. I knew that. Come on and stop messing around with that snake!"
A few inches from Marian's left leg was the largest coral snake she had ever seen. Leaping into Indy's arms, she exclaimed "Thanks for telling me!"
"It's just a corn snake for God's sake!"
"No, Indy, it's a coral - a species of cobra!"
Indy's face lost color like a freezing thermometer. "I guess I'd better get over my fear of those little bastards and learn something about them."
"Not a problem, since it gave me an excuse to feel those big strong arms of yours again."
Indy marveled at Marian's rare combination of intelligence, grace and beauty. And she was a tough broad too!
Standing before the cyclopean eye of Cthulhu, a small dial could be seen looking straight up at the sky from the center of the iris, with a familiar sundial blade protruding from it.
"The scroll says to recite 'Ia-R'lyeh! Cthulhu fhtagn! Ia! Ia!'"
As Marian said this, they plunged into a pit that opened beneath them.
Sliding down a long slope about thirty feet down, they fell into a twilit room. The sun above shone down into the pit long enough for Indy to get a torch lit. Satipo, their local guide, shouted down to them that he was going to find a rope in the supplies. In the dim light, the cavern showed many drawings of crocodiles, humans, and some strange combinations of the two.
"So much for the first trap. That wasn't so bad, was it?" observed Indy.
As he spoke, they heard the sound of trickling sand behind them, and the ramp that formed their impromptu slide had begun its return to its original, closed position.
"I have a really bad feeling about this," thought Indy to himself.
"Indy, all of the pictographs are looking toward that hole in the side of the wall about 10 feet up. This is what Alhazred meant by "follow God's people to the oasis in the darkness!"
"Come on Marian! You get on my shoulders." Indy boosted her up to the hole. Once up, he tossed up the whip. "Hang on and help pull me up!"
Once up, they found themselves in a hole just tall enough for them to crawl through, but rather slippery. It seemed to contain some greenish ichor, what many would call slime, but it somehow didn't have the same qualities of your garden-variety slime you would find in a swimming pool. And the odor was overwhelming!
Marian remarked "This must be what Alhazred meant when he wrote 'the Gods want your flavor.' Yick! I feel like I'm crawling on a big tongue!"
After fifty feet of gently sloping green tongue, they came into a large semicircular area. There a green-blue light emanated from unknown sources. The torch was still lit but not needed. In the center of this space stood a soapstone statue, of a mythical creature, ten feet tall, crouched, part human, part squid, and totally evil in appearance. Both intruders felt that the eyes of the statue followed them, even when they circled it 360 degrees. At that moment, the sand trap behind them was totally closed and reset for its next victim, and somewhere nearby a gong clanged loudly. Then, worst of all, they heard a soft slopping sound in the tunnel they just came from.
"Marian! Give me the scroll!" She handed it over to him quickly. In the torchlight, Indy desperately sought a phrase. 'HEL HELOYM SOTHER EMMANVEL SABAOTH AGLA TETRAGRAMMATON AGYROS OTHEOS ISCHYROS ATHANATOS IEHOVA VA ADONAI SADAY HOMOVSION MESSIAS ESCHEREHEYE!'"
The moment he uttered that phrase, a hidden panel opened in the front of the statue's pedestal, revealing a lever and a strange amulet that seemed to glow with every color of the rainbow, even in the dim light. Frantically, Indy pulled the lever, closing off the tunnel they came from.
"Okay, whatever was slithering and slopping through that tunnel is closed off from us, but how do we escape?"
Indy replied, "I think I know, but if this thing does what it's supposed to do you may be really sorry you came along, and I may be too!"
"Whatever it is, it beats death from asphyxiation or dehydration. Try it."
Lifting the amulet from its compartment, Indy held it up to Marian. "Touch it."
Not quite sure what Indy had in mind, Marian reached out and touched the amulet as Indy held it before her. As she did so, a strange feeling swept over her, and they were both enveloped in the multicolored glow of the artifact.
Behind her, a large flat stone rolled sideways to reveal a stairway to the outside world. Turning to see the opening, she paused. Wasn't she facing that direction a minute ago? Turning back to Indy, she was stunned to see - Marian Ravenswood!
"Well Sweetheart," said a clear, sweetly high voice, "I guess we're going to be closer than ever, at least for a little while."
"But, but..." Marian couldn't finish. Her own voice was deep and resonant. And she felt, well, so heavy and strong! "This is so wrong! Change us back!"
"Not until we at least get out of this death trap. Come on!"
Ascending the stairs, Marian, following Indy, was fascinated by the sight of her own perfectly shaped derriere. "Do I really look like this? Mirrors don't do the job!" she mused.
As for Indy, he was cool on the outside but panicking on the inside. "If I let myself think about this, we're both doomed," he thought. Even climbing the stairs was more work for him using Marian's legs. And the bouncing motion of his - er, her breasts was very distracting. "How does she keep up with all of this stuff going on, the underwear, the makeup (although Marian had applied only a light foundation), the hair getting in my face?"
Satipo, seeing them emerge many yards away from where they fell, came running over. In Quechua, the native language, he asked if they were okay.
Indy said, in Quechua, "I wouldn't say okay, but we survived."
Satipo was shocked. "Senora, when did you learn to speak Quechua?"
Indy began, "I was abducted by Pancho Villa as a young... Never mind. It's a long story."
To his horror, Marian began to cry. She whispered, "Indy, I don't want to be like this! I like being a girl! How could you do this to us?"
"Look Sweetheart, I expected to go down there by myself so there would be no switching, but when we were caught in that sand trap there was no turning back. Stay strong, girl, and we'll get back to normal, okay?" He was disheartened at the weak tone of his feminine voice. Trying to put his arms around Marian to comfort her, he realized he couldn't even put his slim, graceful arm around her broad shoulders.
"Then do it now, for God's sake!" Marian cried.
"Can't. Now that we're outside, we can't go back to normal until I return the amulet to the Chamber of Zullo. The amulet only has power to switch a person once, until it's returned to the chamber. Or that death trap down there, and in our conditions, Marian, I don't want us to go back down there."
"WHAT!!?? We don't even know where the Chamber of Zullo is!"
"True, but since the amulet exists, the chamber must exist too. Let's get back to civilization and get Marcus and the other professors working on the location. And I think it's time for YOU to visit the Miskatonic to get more info from the Necronomicon. I think they'll allow you to see it now, Professor Jones. Just make sure nobody else touches it, or they'll suffer our fate."
Satipo was standing agape at the two of them. He had been on many adventures with Indiana Jones, but never, ever saw him weep like a baby. Maybe if the great Dr. Jones was like this, he could get his hands on that lovely gringa! But what kind of kinky game were they playing, calling each other by each others' names? Must be something the decadent Americanos do for the loveplay.
"Marian, let's just set up camp for now and get ourselves - well, as comfortable as we can. Believe me, this isn't a walk in the park for me either. But we'll get through it together, right?"
"Right Sweetheart. We'll be okay." Did she just call Indy "Sweetheart?" She never called him that. A chill went through her. Just how much was switched, anyway?
Setting up camp, Indy experienced "her" first pass. Satipo was leering at him in a very uncomfortable way. "That bastard! Does Marian get this crap all the time? It's downright creepy" thought Indy. "Senora, allow me to assist. The knots, they must be tight. Your beautiful little fingers cannot tie them tight enough. Here, like so." As he demonstrated, Satipo wrapped his long arms around Indy's slim form.
"Satipo, I've never threatened anyone like this, but if you don't remove your arms from me, I'll put my sweet little knee in your cojones!"
"Puta! I just wanted to help you!"
Indy began to realize he may need to learn a little finesse when dealing with randy males. The thought should have disgusted him, but for some reason he felt a little flattered. He felt Marian's cheeks blush.
"Sorry Satipo. I've had a rough day. Por favor, allow me to do this myself. It helps me relax."
"Senora, lo siento! I know of other ways to help you relax."
"That you may, Satipo, but you know I love Indy. Please, let us be amigos - amigo y amiga?"
"Since you say it so graciously, I shall. Dr. Jones is a good employer. I do not wish for a woman to cause a problem with our manly friendship."
Indy's high cheekbones went from blush to overdrive, yet he somehow restrained himself. What an ass! But he remembered Satipo was "mas macho" than the average guy. Let it go, Tough - Girl?
Night had overtaken their camp. Satipo was snoring in the neighboring tent. Indy and Marian were trying to sleep, unsuccessfully.
"Marian, how many layers of underwear do you have? And for cryin' out loud, what's wrong with wearing this hair in a bun? I think I'm going to cut it off."
"Indiana Jones! Don't you dare cut my hair off! I think you look great with that long dark hair. And as for the underwear, I think I've seen my body enough that it won't matter if you take it off. And you! You're a sweaty, filthy pig! And this stupid hat! My head's been sweating all day long, but as soon as I take it off you grab it and try to wear it. I'm sorry, but I - you look ridiculous in that hat. Now I'm going to go wash up in the stream, and I suggest you do the same, smelly girl."
"Marian, you're right about being smelly. Let's go wash up together. I don't want my Johnson getting bitten off by an alligator."
"Indy, this could possibly be the most interesting skinny-dip we've ever taken together."
Indy refused to admit it, but the idea of skinny-dipping as Marian was a bit of a turn-on. And oddly, he found Marian attractive, swaggering about in his body. He was a handsome devil, wasn't he?
Once in the water, he approached her. "Mind if I wash your lower parts? After all, I have more experience, and I don't want you to break anything."
"Sure Sweetheart. Just let me soap up those perky little nipples of yours. I've never seen them look better, and somehow they are even perkier from this perspective." To his surprise, Marian was leering at him.
Oh well. Resigned to the fact that he'd be stuck this way at least for a while, he thought, "Why not? This could be fun. And it is ME, not some other guy, so it's not really gay."
Unbeknownst to Indy, Marian was having similar thoughts. She had always wondered what it was like to have all of that stuff hanging down between her legs. It was surprisingly easy to move about, and when she was first switched, back at the ruins, she was terrified that she was going to have to walk with her legs spread apart. She just hoped there would be no horseback riding.
The cold water of the stream started a whole new discussion between them.
"Indy, my thing is, well, shrinking."
"Well Marian, the water is cold. My nipples, on the other hand, are growing and they're ready for those rough hands I used to have." Unlike when he was a man, Indy was getting incredibly turned on by the cool water and how it flowed smoothly around "her" form.
Marian saw the look of passion on Indy's face and knew what he felt. Indy decided then and there to show her how to fix that limp member. Reaching over, Indy began to vigorously massage his former member, and their pals, who he called Stutz and Bearcat. Marian responded in kind. Reaching around her former body, she responded quickly to Indy's massage, and suddenly found the Staff of Ra sticking out from this new shape. Enveloping Indy in her newfound manly long arms, she pulled the tiny form to her and gave Indy a lustful kiss.
Now fully excited and deeply confused, they came together and satisfied each other in midstream. Indy couldn't believe how good it felt to have Marian inside him, and though he'd normally be disgusted and ashamed, he inexplicably found himself welcoming her member.
Marian was nonplussed. She was on fire, and couldn't get enough of Indy. So tender, so delicious, even her smell turned on Marian. Indy hadn't scrubbed completely, but the pheromone buildup from days in the jungle did their job and they both had pulsing, noisy orgasms together. Marian leaned down and sucked her tits. Indy surprised himself when he moaned and pushed up against Marian's mouth. He thought, "Wow, this is the best adventure ever!"
Even though they had had simultaneous orgasms, neither wanted to stop. Marian took a break, but Indy was insatiable. Taking the cock in Marian's mouth, he sucked and licked until Marian grabbed his head and pumped a huge load between the beautiful tender mouth. Indy then splashed back to shore, where Marian ate pussy until Indy couldn't move.
Grinning at each other, they just looked in each others' eyes and agreed, without the usual banter, that things will be okay.
While the two lovers grinned, neither noticed a large, unidentified reptile slowly moving their way. When it came within reach, Marian flung a burly hand over, grabbed the creature, and broke its neck. Indy sat bolt upright.
"I didn't even notice that thing! How did you do that?"
Marian replied, "I don't know. I must have your reflexes, Sweetheart."
The flight back to Barnett University was an education for both of them.
Indy, back in the civilized world, was now contending with the full accoutrements attendant to being a civilized woman. Marian, on the other hand, was struggling not to mince about, although her newly narrow hips helped. There were several occasions where a female stranger expected Marian to open a door for her, and the temporarily baffled Marian received many dirty looks. Indy was still adjusting to the constant leering, breast ogling, and worst: High heels. Marian enjoyed urinating while standing, while Indy enjoyed Marian's wandering hands.
On the way back, Marian agreed to call Indy "India," since Indy hated "Henrietta." Indy agreed to call Marian "Maurice," since Marian hated all forms of "Morey," "Murray" and the like. By the time they landed in New York, they had the appearance of a lovely, if eccentric couple.
Next chapter: Barnett University