Chapter 1 - The Dangers of Poking Gods

All was in readiness. The runic circles had been drawn in salt and ink and blood, the lanterns lit and prisms positioned, warding tape applied to the walls and grounding wires strung up. All the unnecessary clutter had been cleared, and nothing but the working was left.

The wizard stepped back, nodded, and placed the final piece in the center of the arrayed equipment. An ancient fertility idol, its power but a dim flicker, whose casing he would crack and secrets steal.

"I'm still not sure about this," his familiar, a black cat named Vivian, said. "I still think you should have gone with a golden petal."

 "It's expensive, and it's a new moon anyway. We'll be fine without them," the wizard Piotr, assured. 

"We're dealing with divine energies here," Vivian warned. "Taking shortcuts worries me." 

"A minor idol of a god a thousand years dead. Besides, taking shortcuts hasn't killed me before," Piotr chuckled.

 "Well, if you're determined to be a stubborn prig," Vivian said. Piotr bent down to scratch behind her ears. "Don't worry, it'll be fine. I've done this sort of thing before. You were there helping me, in fact," he said. 

"I just worry about you," she replied. "If you die, who will feed me treats? I'll have to resort to catching my own mice like a common alley cat!" She swooned with mock horror at the prospect. 

"You're the familiar of a master wizard. All the apprentices will be tripping over each other in the race to woo you with sweets and catnip just to hear hints of my secrets. Now to your place; the hour approaches."

Master and familiar took up positions on opposite sides of the working, and began to channel the winds of magic into it. The lanterns flared, rainbows danced from the prisms, creeping tendrils of salt and ink and blood crept out from the circles, the tape started to smoke slightly and the wires hummed. All expected, all supposed to happen.

Then things went wrong. The light soured, the humming rose to a shriek, the warding tape caught fire, the salt scattered. 

"Shut it down, turn the-" Piotr started yelling, a flash of light, heat, pressure- darkness.

Unconsciousness lasted less than a minute. Piotr woke up and checked himself over quickly. His robes and underlayers were tatters- the protective wards layered on them had done their job, but had been destroyed doing it. He took a brief glance around the room, across walls stained with scorch-marks and bands of uneasy color, before his gaze fell on Vivian, and his breath caught in his throat.

Where there had once been a cat, there was now a catgirl sprawled naked on the floor. She was a beauty; Large, perky breasts suck almost straight up into the air, capped by large pink nipples. Her smooth, bare pussy glistened slightly with moisture, unconcealed by her sprawled open thighs. Her waist was narrow and hips wide and fertile. Her hair fanned out around her head, long and glossy black. Her skin and features were flawless. Except for the minor matter of the cat tail and ears, she was very nearly the prototypical image of a sexual, desirable woman.

Piotr didn't notice her beauty; her transformation could be dealt with later, first he had to make sure she was stable. Crawling over to her, Piotr cautiously reached out and touched her shoulder. "Vivian?" he asked. She was alive, and he could tell she wasn't in pain through the empathic link all wizards and their familiars had. The fact that the link was still intact did a lot to reassure him, but there was still so much that could have happened to her beyond the obvious- Her eyes opened, the same gold slit-pupiled eyes as before, and she sat up and stretched, yawning widely, which did interesting things to her assets. 

"What-" she asked, and then caught sight of her hands. She froze, gawping.

"Well, you were right. I should have used some golden petals," Piotr said. She glared at him. A kaleidoscope of emotions came through the link- confusion, fear, relief, and- as her eyes flicked downward- a sudden explosion of lust. Lust? Piotr followed her gaze, and suddenly realized he was rock hard and, thanks to the destruction of his clothes, completely exposed. He also realized that the protection of his robes had not been complete, and he had been affected as well; his cock had doubled in length to about a foot long, and his balls had also become much larger and heavier.

"Fertility idol," he said. 

"Fuck," she breathed.

"Okay," Piotr said. "No, wait, that's a terrible idea." 

"Yes, let's give in to the magical compulsion," Vivian said. She had probably intended to sound sarcastic, but wound up sounding hopeful instead. 

"We should... go." Piotr offered Vivian a hand up, pulling her up onto her feet. He wound up pulling a bit too hard, and Vivian stumbled into him, breasts squishing against his chest and pussy mound rubbing up against the base of his hard shaft. They both froze, hardly daring to move, faces barely a couple of inches from each other. Through the telepathic bond of wizard and familiar, they could both tell just how much the other wanted them. 

"Terrible, terrible idea," Vivian said, and then they were kissing. All subtlety was totally lost in the overwhelming heat of the moment as they desperately tried to taste each others' tonsils. Vivian hooked one of her legs around Piotr's waist, pulling herself upward; her cunt slid up his massive cock, leaving a trail of lube along its underside, until she reached the top. There she paused, pussy lips poised against the head of his cock, and broke the kiss. 

"Ready?" she asked with a grin. The question was utterly, perfectly superfluous; it was really an invitation for Piotr to take the lead. So he did. 

Grabbing her hips, he slammed her down onto his thick rod. Her virginal cunt was hot, tight, and put up virtually no resistance. Her hymen parted without fuss, only a brief flash of pain that was quickly overwhelmed by the surging pleasure. His cockhead kept going, deeper and deeper into her wet hole, until finally it hit the tight ring of her cervix. There were still a few inches of cock outside her squeezing pussy, thoroughly drenched by her dripping wet hole. 

Vivian's eyes rolled back in her head, building scream breaking off into a guttural choke, as she was utterly overwhelmed by the sensation. Piotr was hardly in a better state. Their telepathic link allowed each to experience a shadow of what the other was feeling; Vivian could feel the sensation of shoving a cock deep inside a tight cunt, Piotr the sensation having a dick knocking against a womb. 

After a few seconds to collect himself, Piotr moved to put Vivian's back up against a wall for stability, then started dragging her back up. Vivian whimpered as she hollowed out, wrapping both her legs around his waist to push herself up. Then, when just the tip was left inside her, he slammed her back down again. 

Again his cockhead slammed into her cervix like a battering ram, and they both felt it give slightly. Another rise, and another fall, and it almost gave in. On the fourth thrust, it gave way entirely. Vivian's cunt-lips slapped against the base of Piotr's cock as he plunged into her womb, violating her most sacred sanctum. It would have been impossibly painful for any normal woman, but Vivian, transformed by the powers of a sex goddess, was hardly a normal woman.

It was too much; they both came in unison, orgasms feeding off each other recursively through the link, building and building until all was white noise. Jizz gushed from his cock into her fertile and defenseless womb, in impossible quantities. Her cunt and cervix both clamped down with incredible strength, preventing so much as a single drop from escaping. Her womb swelled with trapped cum, until it looked like she was in the earliest stages of pregnancy. 

They both slumped to the floor, insensate. It took a few minutes for the two to recover. Piotr looked over at Vivian, admiring his handiwork. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breasts jiggled enticingly with the heaving of her chest as she tried to catch her breath, and thick cum slowly oozed out of her tight cunt from her overstuffed womb. Considering himself, he was surprised to realize that his cock was still rock hard and his enlarged balls felt as full of cum as they were before. More magic, obviously. 

Vivian sat up and grinned. "Well, that was fun, but I don't feel like I'm done, and I can tell you don't feel like you're done."

"Next few rounds should probably be on a real bed, though," Piotr said, getting to his feet and offering Vivian a hand up as well. Supporting each other, they made their way out of the ruined ritual-room and to the bedroom.

Vivian laid herself out on the bed, legs spread wide open. Piotr wasted no time, positioning himself over her and plunging in to her pussy. With the immediate burning lust burned off somewhat, they were able to take it slower, with a degree of subtlety and restraint. Able to tell what each other liked through the familiar link, they carefully, methodically, thoroughly explored each other's bodies. They relished the incredible sensation of penetrating and being penetrated at once. Their hands roamed all over each of their bodies, caressing his face and chest and balls, groping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, rubbing the cum-bulge in her belly and feeling his shaft hard in her midsection, tweaking and pinching her clit. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, trying to draw him deeper into her womb even when he was already balls-deep. He sought out all her sensitive spots, carefully varying angle and speed to hit every spot in her depths.

Piotr felt the both of them getting close when he picked up a sudden flash of mischievousness from Vivian. Then she started purring. The rumbling emanating from her core was transmitted through her tight, tight walls and washed over and through his dick, a sensation quite unlike the in-and-out of conventional sex. His thrusting stuttered as the new sensation overwhelmed him, both of them. Orgasm surged.

Piotr thrust one last time, Vivian's hips surging up to meet his base. He broke through into her womb again, where the vibrations were more intense still, and they both came. Again, their mutual orgasm fed telepathically into itself, but this time, with some of their initial raw animal lust burned out and a bit more used to the sensation, they both maintained consciousness. Her womb swelled again with another impossible cumload, advancing to the third month of pregnancy. 

Piotr collapsed on the bed beside Vivian, "Astonishing," he muttered, running a hand over her bloated stomach. He noticed he was still- still! hard, and he could feel that Vivian was still wet and ready. 

They didn't need any words; Vivian simply straddled Piotr, lowering herself onto his cock, coating his balls and pelvis with seeping cum.

It took another two or three rounds before all the sexual energy released by the shattering of the idol was expressed. Master and familiar lay intertwined on the bed, sticky and overheated but too satiated to move. The lust had mostly died down- Piotr had a sense it would never be entirely gone- and the link was dominated by love. He smiled gently at her, and she smiled gently back. They both drifted off to sleep.

Piotr was something of an expert in altered states of consciousness and methods of divination and communication. So he immediately realized that he was dreaming, and that this was no ordinary dream. He was standing simultaneously in the middle of a field covered in grain and cattle, and a desolate desert dotted with occasional skeletons.

Before he could fully analyze his surroundings, however, a figure suddenly appeared/had always been in front of him. It resembled Vivian's new form in outline, but was vague and indistinct, throbbing in and out of solidity. Still, he could tell that it was more than a figment of the dream; it was a real thing, the master of this ruined place. 

"Ah," he muttered. "Not quite dead, are you?" He whisked his hat off his head and bowed deeply. "The god of the idol, I presume? I apologize for my... presumption." 

The figure chuckled, low and sultry. "My, how polite," the goddess said. "No, I'm not quite dead yet. Close, I can understand why you thought so, but not quite." With a step, she was suddenly right up in his face, towering over him. Piotr took a couple of stumbling steps backwards, which- in the logic of dreams- did nothing to carry him further away. "AND I STILL HAVE POWER," the surrounding land and air boomed, deafening, every trace of sensuality gone. 

The sky went dark and the air pressed down with leaden weight. Piotr dropped to his knees, genuflecting before the angry god. Even weak and near death, he was in her domain. He could sense that she could kill him. "Please," he said, "What would you have of me in recompense?" 

Suddenly, the light came back, the weight vanished, and an invisible hand dragged him back onto his feet. "Two things," the goddess said. "First: create a new idol for me. You're a smart wizard, I'm sure you can figure out how. Second..." Suddenly, the figure vanished, and Piotr suddenly felt a pair of massive breasts pressing into his back. "Fertility goddess," she whispered into his ear, breath hot and sultry. "Figure it out."

Piotr woke up in his bed, in his tower, with the light of morning streaming through the window and Vivian curled up against him. He absentmindedly reached over and scratched behind her ears, making her purr. As she rumbled against him, Piotr considered the events of the previous day. 

"That went far, far better than it had any right to," he concluded.