Theodore’s time in Juno’s domain blended together like a single, wondrous dream. Days flowed into nights and into days, a time devoid of thought but filled with joy and wonderment. Theo ate, drank, and slept. He met some of the handmaids who served Juno, like him mortals who had truly embraced the Goddess’ philosophy, and now dwelt in a state of indolence and perpetual bliss. The boy played often in the meadows… and occasionally with his host.
Juno stayed true to her word, always making sure that their couplings were free from the danger of conception, and so he was free to explore her body too, when she was around. Otherwise he was content with the many diversions of the meadows, or simply to sit, stare at the sky, and breathe in the fragrance of the flowers which kept him locked in his dreamlike state.
Indeed he was doing just that on a sunny afternoon, eight days after his arrival in the meadows. He lay there, breathing gently, perhaps about to take a nap (he had long since abandoned any pretense at planning his next activity), when suddenly all went dark.
“Guess who!”
“Huh?” Theo yelped, but then he sniffed, smelling a familiar scent before his nose. “Hey Juno,” he said. The Goddess’ ass was perched only inches from his face. She was wearing her peacock-feather dress with no undergarments, further obscuring the light, but Theo knew the smell of her womanhood quite well.
“You’re good at that game,” Juno said teasingly. She lowered her ass full onto the boy’s face. Then she moaned softly and blushed a little as he began licking around her erogenous zone. “A race, then?” she asked. She leaned forwards, tugging at the waistline of Theo’s pants, until his pulsing member popped out. “There we are,” she said, before she began sucking him off.
They pleasured each other like that for a time before one of Juno’s handmaids appeared. “Milady,” she greeted her Goddess. Juno lifted her head and her ass a little, postponing their fun. Modesty was not really a factor in Juno’s domain; joy was to be shared and voyeurism was not frowned upon, though such instances had always been masturbatory before Theodore’s arrival, as Juno had no significant Sapphic tendencies.
“A herald has come announcing the arrival of Pomona,” the handmaid said. “She travels bearing cider from her great harvest, and should arrive by suppertime”
“Wonderful,” Juno said. “We shall be ready to receive her.” She barely had the words finished before her mouth was back on Theo’s cock, sucking away, while the boy pleased her in turn. The handmaid turned and left as the boy shared pleasure with his caretaker.
“Hold,” she said, interrupting her fellatio as she sensed his climax approaching. She crawled forward on the grass, ass still arched in the air under the hem of her dress. “Finish inside me.”
Theo simply nodded his assent. He got onto his knees, lifted Juno’s dress, and then entered her slick pussy, holding onto her hips as he coupled with her. He did not ask about whether she had a contraceptive in place, though she did, for that thought did not enter his mind, whether out of trust for the Goddess or because thoughts of his peril had long since fled from him. He simply mated with her as she stood on all fours, both like beasts in heat rather than boy and Goddess.
“Hail, Pomona!” Juno greeted. The sun was Westering on the horizon as the Goddess and her young pet stood before the pavilion at the heart of the meadows. Approaching them was a woman with auburn hair drawn into an elegant bun atop her head, which was also crowned with autumn flowers. She had peach-toned skin and the largest breasts of any of her sisters. These breasts of course drew Theo’s eyes, but what kept them there was her raiment: she was clad in autumn leaves of many colors, one large leaf each keeping her breasts contained, one each for her shoulders, a necklet made of grapevine, a bare midriff, and a skirt of woven orange and red leaves with a belt of golden leaves about her waist. In her train followed an ox, with a number of barrels lashed to it with ropes.
“Hail, Juno,” Pomona said sweetly. “Ever it pleases me to come to your domain, where my bounty is appreciated.” The Goddess of Prosperity’s eyes fell upon Theo then. “Who is your handsome friend?”
“Theodore,” Juno said. “He is a part of my happiness,” she said.
“Hi,” Theo said, not acknowledging Juno’s choice of words. He had been quite curious to meet Pomona, once, but now that he belonged to Happiness, he no longer cared.
“Well, he is quite welcome to share in my bounty,” Pomona said. Juno called up a set of handmaids, who removed the barrels from the ox and brought them into Juno’s pavilion.
Pomona set up the barrels and Juno’s handmaids provided glasses, into which the caramel-colored liquid poured, the fruit of the Goddess’ apple harvest. Pomona called a toast: “to the blending of Prosperity and Happiness.”
Glasses clinked, and all present drank. It was Theo’s first time drinking anything alcoholic, and he found the sensation quite enjoyable, a feeling of lightness and detachment that surmounted even the torpor he had felt since becoming part of Juno’s domain. A while after the second glass, he fell fast asleep. The cider was exceptional, but beyond the virtue that lay upon all things crafted or begotten in the realm of the Goddesses, there was no special enchantment upon it. Pomona stopped after her first glass, but encouraged Juno and her handmaids to continue to indulge, until one by one, the entire court slept.
Theo snapped awake, feeling an energy he hadn’t felt in days. Despite his alcohol the night before, he was at last free from the spell of Juno’s domain: confusion, alertness, curiosity, emotions he had almost forgotten flooded back to him as he took in his surroundings. He lay in a hammock, stretched between two apple trees, the morning sunshine filtering in between the leaves, the gold of morning’s light blending harmoniously with the autumnal colors of the tree’s leaves.
“Where am I?” he said finally.
“In my orchard,” Pomona said, revealing herself to be standing nearby.
“How’d I get here?”
“Oh, I wanted to invite you to see my domain.”
“Where’s Juno?”
“She stayed home, but she’ll come to get you when you’re ready.”
Theodore looked at the Goddess, still feeling kind of confused. Pomona smiled at him and approached the hammock. “Let me show you my orchards,” she said, extending her hand.
“Sounds fun,” Theo said, taking her hand and getting out of the hammock.
“You can see it all around you,” Pomona said as she led the boy through her bounteous orchards and fields. “Though we have just harvested the apples for cider-making, my trees are ever laden with fruit.”
Theo marveled at the different rows of trees: apples, oranges, and peaches standing in different rows. “But don’t these trees get ripe at different times of the year?” he asked. Knowledge of crops fell somewhat into Bastet’s dominion, so he had learned of the different foods people ate, and how they were raised.
“In mortal lands,” Pomona said. “Here all things are eternally ripe,” she approached a peach tree, and plucked a large fruit from its boughs, “…and ready. Here,” she said, giving the fruit to the boy.
“Thanks!” he replied, biting into the ripe, juicy peach.
They spent the rest of the morning wandering Pomona’s orchards, crop-fields, pastures, here and there a small cottage where one of Pomona’s servants worked, preparing the yield of the harvests into delightful treats, and everywhere Pomona treated her guest to the fruits of her prosperity: tropical fruits like oranges, mangos, and bananas, strawberries in thick whipped cream, fruit pastries such as apple strudel and lemon tart. Theo enjoyed the food, but also the conversation, he enjoyed the exercise of thinking again, and Pomona was gracious and answered all of his questions.
As the hours passed, however, and the sun climbed to its zenith, Theodore’s thoughts began to dull anew, his questions to slow, as a feeling of torpid comfort began to come over him again. Suddenly he yawned broadly. “Are you getting tired, little one?” Pomona asked.
“Yeah,” Theo said, rubbing his eyes.
“Prosperity leads to comfort, and comfort to sleepiness,” Pomona said, laughing softly. “Come, little one, you may sleep with me in my bed.”
“But… it’s only noon…” Theo was having trouble getting the words out.
“Those secure in their wealth can afford such luxuries as the afternoon nap,” Pomona replied sweetly. “The bedroom can also be used for… other diversions,” she added, reaching down and picking Theo up.
“Mmm…” Theo sighed, feeling the warmth of Pomona’s large bosom as the Goddess cradled him. Some part of his mind sensed danger, but could not identify the source, though something of his disquiet must have been perceived by the Goddess. “A soft bed, loving sex, deep slumber,” she said, furthering the strength of her spell and soothing the boy.
Pomona carried him to a large grape arbor. As with all other things in her domain, the grapevines were laden with fruit, such that only small amounts of sunlight could filter through. A bed filled the space covered by the arbor. She set him on the bed and then sat down next to him.
Dazed and missing the warmth of the Goddess’ body, Theo leaned back into her, nuzzling against her prodigious bosom. Idly his fingers traced over the leaf that covered one of her breasts, brushing up against her concealed nipple.
“Oh,” she cooed. “You’re eager. Go ahead,” she urged, turning towards him. Theo indulged her, kneading the soft flesh of her bosom, soon peeling the leaves away and exposing her erect nipples. Cupping her soft flesh in his hands, he began sucking one of her nipples.
“Mmm…” Pomona moaned. “You’re a very gracious guest. I’ll have to reward you.” With a snap of her fingers, both of them were suddenly nude, Theo’s erect cock revealed to her. She leaned down and sucked his cock for a moment. She then took his slick cock and wrapped it in her large breasts.
Now it was Theo’s turn to moan, feeling his member submerged in the Goddess’ soft cleavage. Pomona smiled and rubbed her breasts together. Faster and faster she rubbed, until Theo arched his back and climaxed, filling the Goddess’ cleavage with his semen.
“Ah, so virile,” she said, releasing his cock from her breasts. She traced a finger through the pooled semen and drew it up to her mouth, licking. “Mmm…” she sucked on her finger, savoring the taste of her first partner in millennia. She reached down with her other hand, brushing at her womanhood. She drew it back up and showed him her fingers, slick with feminine lubricants.
“It seems like we’re both ripe,” she said. She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. “Sow your seed,” she said, pawing at her slick labia. “And then you can go to your long rest…”
With a dull smile on his features, Theo crawled forward, his cock erect anew. He perched over Pomona and prepared to enter her…
“Pomona!” A familiar voice, in a very unfamiliar tone, rent through calm of the orchard. So loud and fierce was the shout that Theodore awoke from the Goddess’ trance. In an instant he perceived Prosperity’s splayed, nude form and sat up, grabbing a sheet and using it to cover his member.
“Juno!” boy and Goddess shouted simultaneously. The Goddess of Happiness had arrived, but her face was set sternly, a look Theo could not remember.
Pomona wore a contemptuous look as she waved her arm, restoring clothes to her and the boy. “You are not invited here,” she said, placing her palm outward in a sign of rejection. Orange light formed around her palm, and an aura appeared before Juno’s form. “Begone.”
Juno swiped her hand in response, and with a flash of green light, the orange aura was dispelled. “You have violated the terms of our peace,” Juno said. “I am here by right to claim what is mine.”
“Yours?” Pomona said. “The boy is free for any once Bastet surrendered her claim.”
“He pledged himself to me,” Juno said. “He is a part of my happiness, and he now lives for my pleasure.”
Pomona held up her palm again, but whatever power she expected to invoke did not emerge.
“Come, Theodore,” Juno said, extending a hand towards the boy. “Return to true happiness.”
Theo stared back at her. He knew nothing of the arcane rules of the Goddess’ realm that had spared him from his end, but he was thinking clearly anew. Pomona’s treachery, Juno’s words, both rang through his mind.
“I don’t want to stay with you anymore,” he said. “I wanted to-“
“Silence!” Juno barked. “Your conscious desires are an illusion, don’t you get that? No, of course not, a simple little mortal boy like you couldn’t possibly hope to get it!”
“Let the boy speak,” Pomona said, seeming a little pleased at seeing the Goddess of Happiness so irate.
“You just stay away from me!” Theo said, leaping off the bed. “At least Juno was gonna keep me alive!”
“Whether you desire it or no, it is your destiny to mate with one of us, and perish” Pomona said. “That fate you cannot escape.”
“You can escape it,” Juno urged, taking a step closer to the bedside where Theo stood and holding out a hand.
He looked between the two Goddesses once. “I will,” he said, “but not with you.”
Theodore ran into the orchard and did not look back. Pomona and Juno both moved to give chase, but quickly fell upon each other instead.
