Bastet
“Hello, master Theodore,” one of Bastet’s handmaidens greeted him after he shut the wicker gate. “Dinner will be prepared as soon as the sun sets. You should take a bath first,” the handmaiden added, casting a weathered eye at the boy. He had just returned from a day of play outside the palace, and was rather dirty.
“Right, right,” Theo grumbled. He went through the palace to his bedroom, retrieving a change of clothes to take with him to the bath. It was a new habit for him; the boy could remember when he had reveled in the ability to run around the palace naked, enjoying the shocked expressions on the handmaids’ faces until they or Bastet managed to corral him and force him back into clothing. Something had changed in him, something recent, and he suddenly felt much more self-conscious when he was around the handmaids. He didn’t like to be naked around them any longer. If his mother had noticed the change, she had not inquired about it.
The palace bath was open to the sky, with white sandstone columns supporting an overhanging roof which led back indoors in four directions. The waters were heated by some sorcery of Bastet’s, bubbling hot in the square pool, they met the cooler air from the outdoors and formed a cloying steam, which perpetually held over the bath.
Theo stepped through the doorway into the bath area cautiously, checking whether or not anyone else was in there. He saw and heard nothing, so he quickly stripped down and cast his clothes aside. Then he heard a splash, and quickly scrambled for his discarded pants.
“Oh my, Master Theodore,” a handmaid moved into Theo’s field of vision. She had short, sandy blonde hair cut in a bob and was quite naked. Theo would have blushed, though his face was already flushed from the heat, and he felt that most peculiar stirring in his penis again.
“I hope you don’t want to go about the palace like that? Your mother will be mad.”
“N-no, no,” Theo stammered. “See you at dinner!” he said. He grabbed a washcloth, charging roughly charging past her and into the bath.
He entered with a splash, the waves disturbing the steam somewhat and clearing out the air. “Mom!” he shouted. For Bastet was there, immersed in the bath at another corner. She too was quite naked, but seeing her didn’t stir the same feelings in the boy as the other handmaidens.
“You shouldn’t run in the bath, Theo,” Bastet scolded. The goddess kicked off the wall and swam towards him. “You should… oh,” she said.
“What?”
“No-nothing,” Bastet stammered, surprisingly like her mortal adoptive son. “Nothing, dear.” Her eyes lingered towards Theo’s nethers.
“What’s wrong, mom? You’ve been like this for a while now.” A few weeks, in fact, though Theo had not kept track of the time.
“You’re growing up, Theo,” her mother side, sliding closer towards him. “I’ve noticed, down here,” she said, and one hand slid under the water, touching Theo’s manhood.
“Oh!” Theo said, feeling embarrassed. “Yeah.”
“You get like this when you see my devotees,” Bastet said.
“Yeah…” Theo said, sounding embarrassed.
“Don’t be ashamed,” Bastet said. “It’s a wonderful thing. It means you are becoming ready to mate and create new life, just like the tom-cat.”
“So that’s what I’m feeling? I want to reproduce?” Bastet had taught him much of the life sciences, he knew all about sexual reproduction, at least in animals.
“It is more primal than that,” Bastet said. She was floating in front of him now, her breasts submerged in the water such that her nipples were barely underneath, her yellow cat-eyes glinting with a light all of their own. “The male of any species doesn’t really think about the making of children. It feels good when you see my handmaids, down here?” now she grabbed the shaft, rubbing up and down a little.
“Yeah…” Theo felt the feeling spread, despite the touch coming from Bastet, as his cock grew larger in her hand.
“The males are driven… compelled to seek out the pleasure of the act. It makes them feel as good… better than you do know. Do you want me to show you?”
“But… Mom…”
“Shh…” Bastet soothed. Her cat’s eyes glinted, and the steam floating around her suddenly turned black. “Breathe deeply.”
The black smoke found its way into Theo’s nose and throat. His heart raced, his mind blurred, his cock grew larger still.
“This is how a he-beast in heat feels.” Bastet started stroking his cock with her hand. “All full of power, lust, potency.”
Theo grunted, ejaculating under water. “Oh,” Bastet said. “I guess it was your first time. But that’s not all you want, is it?”
“No,” Theo said. His voice was surprisingly certain even as the black smoke continued to addle his mind. He did not just want to cum, he wanted a mate, a she-beast.
“Hmm?” Bastet cooed. She stepped out of the bath, slowly, allowing Theo to get a good look at her glistening brown skin. “Then what do you want?”
Theo stepped out of the water to follow her, his cock already hard again.
“No need for words, I know,” Bastet said. “Beasts don’t need words.” She lowered herself to the floor, arching her naked ass in the air. “Only actions.”
Smoothly, filled with a beast’s instincts and drive, Theo knelt down and grabbed the goddess’ ass, plunging his hard cock into her inviting pussy. Bastet squealed. Her adopted son, the mortal boy, mated with her hard and fast. So fierce was the sudden pleasure that Bastet almost forgot her guilt. She had taken the boy as her son, pledged to protect the life which had been brought to her.
But many creatures in nature died after giving birth to new life. So what was wrong with this after all?
Morrigan
“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.
Pomona’s domain was easy enough to navigate, the trees of her orchards and plants of her crops were arrayed in neat little rows, with easy paths of fertile black earth in between. Theo was able to make his way quickly and was able to be sure that he was going in a consistent direction. He hoped he wasn’t heading back towards Juno’s domain, but anywhere would be better than here.
He ran with a single-minded focus, remembering the stamina he had used under Morrigan’s spell, when he had marched all the way across the savanna and beyond. He could almost hear the drumbeat again, driving him to keep going.
Then he stopped running, underneath the arches between two rows of peach trees. But he found he couldn’t stop entirely, he had merely slowed to a steady march. And the drumbeat remained.
“Halt!” a voice called. Theo stopped dead as a statue, unable to move anything but his eyes, which looked around quickly for the source of the voice.
“You’ve been AWOL from your unit for sixteen days, soldier!” Morrigan slid out from between the trees, stepping before her target, her jet black armor glistening in the sunlight which slipped between the trees.
“I’m afraid the only acceptable punishment for dereliction of your duty on this scale is for you to die, in service of your commander.”
“No!” Theo yelled, though he still could not move more than his mouth and his eyes. “I’m not going to die here!”
“My my,” Morrigan said, leaning down to look Theo in the eye. “You’re showing more spirit all of a sudden. You learned a lot from your time in my unit. But I’ve outfought you: I’ve outfought my sisters, and I’ve earned my victory. This is Pomona’s domain, and she’s stronger than me on her territory. She and Juno know nothing of conflict, they’re still fighting each other back at her arbor. Fools, beating your enemy is only a distraction; the real warrior never takes her eyes off of her prize.” Her eyes slid down towards Theo’s waistline.
Morrigan grabbed Theo’s pants and brought them down. The boy’s erect cock stood before her, hardened against his will by the mere memory of his first sexual encounter with the Goddess. She was deep in enemy territory, protected only by Juno’s ability to continue fighting Pomona on her own turf, but part of her could not resist indulging in the prize of her clever campaigning.
“Auhm,” with a loving sigh, her mouth closed over Theo’s manhood, her mental command bringing the boy’s hands to cup her head and steady her as she sucked him off.
“Ergh!” Theo grunted, ejaculating in Morrigan’s mouth. She paused for a moment, savoring the taste of his seed as she stood back up, her first such taste in an age of the world. She swallowed.
“Now,” she said, as her armor began to fall off of her body piece by piece, “you shall meet the fate of all soldiers who shirk their duty.” She reached out, stroking the boy’s cock back to life, before she sat back on top of her scattered pile of garments. The boy knew what to do without her having to command him. He knelt down and entered the Goddess, indulging in her warm, wet womanhood for a second time.
And the terms of Morrigan’s victory were sealed.
Pomona
“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? Theo! Where are you?” Bastet’s voice rang clear through her palace.
“Hey mom,” Theo said, riding into Bastet’s throne room on top of a lion. “Why are you calling me?”
“We have a guest,” Bastet said, stepping down off of her throne and motioning towards a figure beside her, who Theo now saw clearly.
“Pomona!” Theo cheered, running up to the curvy Goddess and giving her a hug. “You didn’t tell me she was coming to visit!” he complained to Bastet.
“I wanted it to be a surprise, little man,” Pomona said sweetly, patting Theo on the head. “Are you ready to have some fun?”
“Yeah!” Theo said excitedly.
Pomona laughed softly. “Good, I’m ready too.”
Theo blinked stupidly, looking around. Where was Bastet? Where was Pomona? How had they gotten to his bedroom so quickly? He was seated, naked, on the side of his bed.
“There you are,” a pair of warm hands embraced him from behind, and Theo jumped. “Come on,” she lifted him up by his arms, turning him around to face her. “It’s time to play.” She was clad in her usual garb above, a pair of maple leaves covering her bosoms, but she was yet more scantily clad than normal down below, with only one leaf covering her womanhood. She held him, dangling by his arms so that he rested against her soft breasts and his hard cock poked against her stomach.
“Hmm,” she moaned, “I think this little guy belongs here,” she slid his body down, so that his cock slipped between her warm thighs. She rubbed their bodies together, back and forth, until the stimulation caused the boy to climax, shooting his hot seed in the tight space between her legs.
“That felt good…” Pomona moaned, “and you’re shaking too.”
“It was good,” Theo replied thickly. “Can I make you feel good now?”
“Oh, such a generous boy,” Pomona cooed. “Where did you learn to be so polite?”
“I…” Theo hesitated. Thoughts flashed in his mind, an olive-skinned beauty with a peacock dress, the nature of happiness. But where did those memories come from? He had never left Bastet’s palace. It must have been… “Mom always taught me that.”
“Well she’s raising you well. Go ahead.” She set him down and stood back. Theo obligingly removed the leaves from her bosom and her womanhood. She turned around, and he kneaded the flesh of her ass, feeling the warmth. She bent over double, exposing her ass and pussy to him, and Theo obligingly ate her out.
“There, right like that!” Pomona cried as she braced herself against the floor. “Augh!” she climaxed as well, before sinking back down to the floor.
“Oogh…” she moaned. “You really are generous, but now it’s time for the real fun.” She picked him up bodily again, laying him down flat on his bed, his erect cock sticking up in the air. “Just lie back, I’ll do everything.” She slid her pussy down over his cock and began moving her hips. The pleasure felt stronger than before…
Pomona grunted, concealing the pleasure she felt. She couldn’t afford to get too loud; she didn’t know how deeply Juno’s court was asleep. Her drink was strong, but deep in enemy territory, she couldn’t afford to risk a confrontation. A smile was plastered on Theo’s sleeping face as she fucked the boy. It was no surprise to her; she had slipped into his dreams and shown him happiness even to rival Juno, all to prepare him for this, his final act.
Parvati
“Where am I?” Theo asked himself. He had run, or walked as the terrain permitted, for the better part of three hours, passing through endless rows of fruit trees, grape vines, and crops. He never stopped to wonder what had given him such stamina, whether the enchanted foods of Pomona’s bounty had a virtue beyond entrancing any mortals who ate them. No, he only stopped when the orchards gave way to trees larger and wilder, when humidity suddenly hung thick in the air. Theo knew what places like this were called. They were called jungles.
He had learned that, back before Bastet had sent him away.
Theo knew he had successfully fled from Pomona’s domain, which was a good thing. He also knew he was in the domain of a different Goddess, which was less good. He knew it did not belong to Frigga, for one of the questions he had asked Peace during their hike together, which now felt like a different lifetime, had been of the nature of her home. Frigga’s land had trees, but they were conifers, and it was a brisk land, cool and temperate.
Theo was just as much in danger here as he was in Pomona’s domain, but whichever Goddess owned this jungle, she had no way of knowing that he had arrived, or so the boy thought.
Weariness overcame him, and he sat down at the base of a tree, trying to muster up the strength to keep going. But as soon as he sat down, a slim, scaly tail slipped down from the boughs above, wrapping around his waist and hoisting him up into the tree.
He was up amongst the leafy boughs, where he found two figures waiting for him. One was a Goddess; Theo knew it instinctively. Her skin was a beautiful shade of bronze, shimmering like her silky black hair in the jungle heat. She wore trappings of gold, golden earrings, golden bands supporting her firm bosom and concealing her nipples, golden anklets and bracelets, and a gold silk loincloth about her thighs. The other was a massive snake, wrapped loosely around her shoulders. The serpent’s head hung next to the Goddess, but its long body was strung all around the tree.
“Hey!” Theo shouted, grappling with the snake tail which was slowly wrapping up his waist. “What are you doing?”
“I could ask you the same question, boy,” the goddess said, though she was smiling. “What are you doing traipsing around my jungle? You’re lucky it was my girl here who caught you,” she added, smiling at the snake. “Other snakes aren’t so accommodating.”
“Who are you?” Theo asked.
“It’s impolite to ignore a question you have been asked,” the goddess said. “Answers will be given for answers.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing here,” Theo said. “I’m just going wherever.”
“Awh,” the Goddess cooed. “Nothing is worse than when somebody doesn’t know what they want.”
“I could help you with that,” she said softly, as the boy finally managed to extract himself from the snake’s tail and set himself down on a large branch. “I am Parvati, the Goddess of Desire.”
Theo gulped nervously. “N-no thank you…” he said, turning away.
“Are you sure?” Parvati asked, as the snake reached out with its tail, turning Theo back around towards the Goddess. “I think I can guess what a boy like you wants…”
“No,” Theo said more firmly, lifting the snake’s tail off and turning around again. “I just want to be left alone.” He tried to walk away, but the snake’s tail grabbed him by his wrist.
“You do? Then, you don’t want me?”
“No,” Theo repeated, he got the snake tail off of his wrist, but the snake lashed around his ankle instead.
“Then there’s nothing I can do to help.”
“You want to help me?” Theo asked as he pulled the snake tail off of his ankle.
“Certainly,” she said. The snake moved its head, wrapping a coil around Theo’s shoulders and pulling him towards the Goddess, pressed up against her warm body. “I can see into your heart. I can see to it that you will be safe at home.”
“How could you do that?” Theo asked. He squirmed with the pleasant sensation of being pressed against the Goddess.
“Oh, I have my ways,” Parvati said. “But first, you must be honest with your desires.” She slid her arms down Theo’s sides, grabbing at his hips.
“I don’t want to do that with you,” Theo said with some effort. He slid out of the snake’s grip and walked away down the branch.
“I don’t blame you,” Parvati said, as the snake reached out and wrapped a coil around Theo’s forehead. “The others just want to use you.” The snake’s coil slid over Theo’s eyes, and he stopped, trying to wedge it off. “But all I want is for you to embrace your desires.”
Theo managed to lift the coil off of his eyes, only to find himself face to face with Parvati, her eyes aglow in pulsing rings of red and gold.
“You are a mortal male in my domain, and it is my body you’ll cherish.
You desire to be at home with me, and I will keep you safe until you perish.”
Theo’s body went slack as he stood, his eyes reflecting the red and gold patterns of Parvati’s.
“Safe at home, relax, undress. Your lust is strong, but it should not lead to stress.” Theo undressed, casting his clothes over the side to the forest floor below.
“Lie down please,” she said, as her clothes likewise fell from her body. Theo laid himself back on the branch. Parvati sat full on his face, pressing her pussy against his mouth. Theo, slave to his desire, began to eat her out. Parvati groaned and shuddered, her first taste of a man in so long, her pussy quickly moistened and her juices drove the boy to new energy. She smiled down at him, continuing to drill her spell into his mind. Urging him on, she reached back and stroked his cock, quickly bringing him to climax. His semen pooled in her hand, and she climaxed soon after.
“Glorious,” she said. “You have learned some skill, I see. Aagh!” Her snake slid its tail between her legs, lifting her up off of Theo’s body. “Mmm… You really wanted this, didn’t you?”
“Yeah…” Theo said thickly, his eyes still full of the pulsing rings.
“Of course you did. This is the true desire of all boys your age. And it is yours until the end.”
“Thanks…” Theo sighed.
The snake lifted its tail, causing Parvati to slide along its scaly length until she came to rest in a cradle of coils hanging below the branch. Then it deftly lifted Theo by his waist, turning him over and lowering him into Parvati’s waiting slit.
He worked quickly, his entranced mind forcing the fires of his lust to burn hot as he thrusted into the Goddess. They rocked back and forth until he climaxed, his semen surging into Parvati’s pussy. She climaxed as well, but got no chance to enjoy the afterglow. She instantly sensed something was amiss and opened her eyes, just in time to see Theo spasm, and then disappear in a burst of red light.
“And the end came too quickly,” she said, sounding disappointed. “My desire was not ripe. But so it must be, sometimes.”
End.
Author’s Note: Yeah, the allusion in the last one should be a little obvious, but then again, this is all loosely inspired by the Jungle Book (Disney ver), in that the different character archetypes are represented in the different Goddesses. Some inspiration also came from SuperSargeSpecial’s “The Demon Book,” which was also based on that.
Hey, it’s a cornerstone of this fetish. Who can blame us?
