by Porter, Jack
I studied her closely. “What do you mean?”
Her smile grew broader. “Our strength is your strength. You have six goddesses here who are yet to be transformed. The time for that transformation has come.”
Her meaning was entirely clear. I looked at her, then switched my gaze to the others. Each woman returned my gaze in her own way, silently agreeing with Cyanne.
I turned to Yua, Megan, Layla, and Hannah, and saw the same agreement written large in each of their expressions as well.
“She’s right,” said Yua, and her words elicited a series of nods from the others.
I was torn. I yearned to hurl myself into the spirit line after Piper, and yet, there was real logic to what Cyanne was saying.
For some moments, I hesitated.
“And besides,” Cyanne added, her tone becoming more determined. “You are not the only one whom Zavier has wronged. You are not the only one seeking revenge. I am coming with you regardless, as are at least some of the others. Would it not be better to confront him with our full goddess power at our disposal?”
I couldn’t argue with her in this, nor did I want to. Finally, I allowed myself a grin. “Well, let’s get this party started then, shall we?” I said.
Almost before I’d finished speaking, Kara dashed over, pink skin shimmering in the light of the fading sun.
“Kara has been waiting for this moment,” she said. I’d long become used to the way she spoke of herself in third person. Maybe her language had no use for certain pronouns. Her bubblegum pink curls with purple tips bounced around her face as she began to tug at my pants, doing her best to help me out of them.
I’d thought that we could perhaps use one of the cabins, but maybe outside on the soft grass was a better idea. I bowed to the inevitable, and in moments, I was naked and lying back on the ground.
Instantly, Kara ran her fiery tongue up and down the base of my dick, causing me to forget everything else for the time being.
It wasn’t long before the others ran over, each desperate to touch or kiss a particularly sensitive part of my body, setting my nerves on fire and making me wild with lust. The attraction between me and these women was undeniable, and seemed to go far deeper than crystal-induced lust.
“Girls,” Cyanne said. I saw the heat pooling into her striking blue eyes and the almost predatory grin stretching across her strong facial features. “Make room. I have been dying to play with this man’s cock since he first woke us up.”
Play was not an accurate word for what she and three other girls began doing to my dick. Mouths and hands were everywhere. Desire to fuck all of them senseless marred my ability to think clearly. With a gentle hand, I brought the girl nearest to me, Faizah, to my mouth and licked her wet center, relishing in her taste and gasping moans.
Amandeep and Cyanne began rubbing themselves on either side of my cock, using it to get themselves hot and bothered. When I changed position and stacked them up in two piles, Kara, Elsie, Amandeep, and Velma each took a finger to fill their tight holes with. There were gasps of surprise as I began to move inside them individually—having had much practice with human women before.
Moans harmonized with the song of crickets.
Faizah let out a long gasp and began to encourage my tongue faster and faster inside her slick center.
Oh goddess, I thought. If this goes on much longer, I’ll explode.
I wanted to warn them, but my mouth was busy swallowing the sudden spasming of Faizah as she tossed her head back and cried out in her release.
Hearing her cries of pleasure only ramped me and the other girls into full gear. Next was Amandeep. Elsie and Kara came together, each riding a finger as they kissed and touched one another to their perfect ending.
Velma, Cyanne, and I were last. My hot white come falling down on them like rain, coating the girls’ breasts and stomach in the sexiest way as they each rubbed themselves to orgasm on my god-sized cock.
Almost at once, the girls began to change, although, surprisingly, not all at once.
Cyanne was first. She sprouted short, silky red feathers across her shoulders. They also plumed from the crown of her head, focusing on the middle of her hairline. This made it seem as if she’d taken a few locks from Megan’s head and attached them to her own.
Finally, a fan of brilliant red feathers unfurled from just above her ass to almost skim the ground at her feet. They wrapped around part of her hips like an open fronted skirt.
Cyanne didn’t have wings like Yua’s dragon, but with the tale-tale signs of smoke trailing from her fingers, I thought she must be a creature of fire too.
“Another dragon?” Faizah asked, obviously thinking along the same lines.
“Don’t be absurd,” Cyanne replied. She raised her chin, proud and regal as flames expanded down her shoulders and into her hands, like she was proving her point that she was in complete control of her abilities. “I’m a phoenix.”
The others responded with noises of admiration, and I had to admit, she was rocking the phoenix look.
Next up was Amandeep. She was sitting up, staring at her sparkling hands as they sprouted claws instead of fingernails. Light brown furry ears that matched the color of her eyes sprouted in place of her human ears. Seconds later, a long tail curled around her body.
A cat of some type? Interesting.
Kara was transforming at the same time. She was gazing at her wrists, which were covered in pink fur that looked soft to the touch.
The pink alien also grew wings, but they were so lightweight and see-through that I barely noticed they were there at first. So different from the dense strength and power of Hannah’s feathers and Yua’s dragon wings.
Intricate swirling patterns wove between the gossamer wings, and her creature was unmistakable.
“You look good as a butterfly,” I said.
Kara blushed, making her already pink face a shade or two darker. She gave her wings a test flap, and the result was the lightest gust of warm breeze against my skin.
“You think so?” she asked, running her fingers across the thin pink antenna curling out from her forehead. “Kara’s not sure she can get used to these.”
I smiled. “The crystal wouldn’t have given it to you if it wasn’t important.”
“That’s right,” Yua interjected, and I imagined she must have gone through the same feelings about her horns. She and the other goddesses had been present throughout the love-making session, and if I had to guess, I would have thought each of them was curious about the results. “Can you sense anything through them?”
Kara closed her eyes, attempting to do so as the dragon goddess asked. Delight lit up her violet eyes as she opened them again. “Kara can sense everything through these things.”
“Like what?” One of the girls asked, I didn’t see which one because I was fighting off the urge to stroke her butterfly wings.
“Animals in the underbrush. New plants pushing up from the soil. Even the earth shifting miles and miles below us.” Kara put two fingers to her temple, looking a little sick. “It’s kind of how do you say? Overwhelming?”
Elsie nodded as if she understood the feeling well. “You should work on attempting to block out all the unnecessary stuff until you need it.” Then her mismatched eyes grew wide as she began to grow, developing the long fluffy ears of a rabbit, and a fluffy cotton tail to match.
Velma and Faizah were last, and their transformations happened almost together.
Velma had sprouted small, pointed horse ears that twitched with every new sound, much like Layla’s did when she was thinking or overstimulated. Her white-blond, hip length hair had grown slightly coarser, like a horse’s mane. The beautiful color of it matching perfectly with the new sweeping tail that had sprouted just above her ass and snapped to the left once behind her, as if shooing a fly.
By contrast, Faizah’s darker skin color went well with her new animal. Though similar to Velma’s horse in nature, Fai did not get the pricking, twit
ching ears of a horse. Instead, a magnificent pair of antlers arched from upon her head like a crown. They were symmetric, with five cute points set on top of each branch.
The Ethiopian goddess with gold eyes and all over tattoos also got a tail, like that of a white-tailed deer. To complete the cute look, white fawn spots crawled across her ass, hips, and down her legs.
My heart flipped. I was one lucky god. They couldn’t be more stunning. I loved watching my goddesses come into their true selves. I didn’t think it would ever get old.
Yua suddenly gave a small moan that seemed pained.
“Something the matter?” I asked, watching as she backed away from the group.
“No, it’s just,” she ground out with clenched teeth, smoke pluming from nostrils in thick ribbons. “I just need a better grip on my dragon.” She glanced at the new goddesses, partly in apology, partly as a half-crazed animal. “It would seem my dragon has a favorite midnight snack.”
The former monk took another step back and began muttering to herself. Or possibly, I suspected, to her dragon. My eyes found Fai and Velma’s. Both suddenly looked nervous and inched closer to one another.
The question behind their expressions was clear, which animal was the favorite midnight snack of a dragon? Deer or horse?
Or was it Elsie’s rabbit that had got that dragon salivating?
Not that it truly mattered. I knew Yua would keep her dragon under control.
And there was something more important to worry about.
“Right,” I said, my voice becoming more assertive. “As much as I’d like to enjoy you all in your new forms for a while, we still have a task to do. Piper is still missing. And Zavier is still alive. I’d like to correct both of those realities as soon as I can.”
Forty
I knew better than to try to convince any of the girls to sit this one out. As Cyanne had already said, the formerly sleeping goddesses had their own reasons to confront Zavier once and for all, and as for the others—well, Piper was important to them too.
Not to mention the fact that none of us would truly be safe with the dark god still in the picture. Just ask Salem.
But that didn’t mean we could immediately go after Piper and her kidnapper right away. For one thing, the goddesses I had just turned were naked, and too big for the makeshift clothing they had been wearing.
As was I, but that was easily rectified. I just pulled on my buckskin pants and moccasins, slung my sword over my back, and I was good to go.
But the girls needed a bit of time to borrow what they could from Layla and Hannah, and to cobble together quick buckskin skirts and tops from the skins my original goddesses had within the cabins.
And then there was the matter of weapons.
I had my sword. Yua had her staff, with which she could direct her magic. And Layla had her Sais.
Beyond that, the girls were limited to whatever their new forms were able to offer. And in this regard, some of them had more obvious weaponry than others.
Of them all, Yua was the most obviously formidable. Her dragon could produce bouts of fire that could incinerate anything in their path, and she had an impressive array of claws and horns as well.
Cyanne wasn’t too far behind. Her phoenix could control fire just as easily, casting it left and right with the wave of a hand, although at first glance, her flames were less powerful.
Hannah, Layla, and Amandeep were all predators, armed with claws and aggression. But I was concerned about Megan, Kara, Velma, Elsie, and Fai.
“Perhaps it would be best if those of you not as suited to fighting stayed back a little…” I began, only to find myself the center of some very direct looks.
“If you think for a moment that just because we don’t have claws that we intend to let you have all the fun, you have another think coming,” Megan said.
I shook my head. “That’s not what I meant. I just—”
“And besides,” the fiery redhead continued. “You don’t have claws either. And remember how you defeated Zavier last time, when the dark god’s magic was trying to take you over. It wasn’t your sword that helped you then, but the magic you shared with Hannah and Layla.”
I had already accepted defeat. I raised my hands as if in surrender. “Okay, okay. You’ve made your point. Just don’t take any unnecessary risks.”
Megan responded with a grin. “We’re going to confront a god. What possible risks could there be?”
It took several hours before we were ready. Night had fallen, but to my mind, that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was getting Piper back safely, and putting an end to the threat of Zavier.
But there was one question that still needed to be answered.
It was Layla who asked it. “So, it looks like we’re all ready to go. But where are we going?”
It was a good question. Zavier could have gone literally anywhere in the universe. But I was willing to bet that he only had one location in mind.
“His palace,” I said. “He believes that he has locked me out of the spirit lines. Given this, why would he take Piper anywhere else?”
I knew that there was a chance I was wrong, but I was willing to bet everything that I wasn’t.
Hannah seemed puzzled. “So we are going after him in our astral forms?” she asked.
It was then I realized that there were still things that Hannah and Layla didn’t know. “No. It’s possible to travel the pathways physically. It’s how Zavier came here. It’s how he took Piper away.” I allowed myself a broad grin. “It’s also how we all came back here when Yua told us what was happening.”
Both of my original goddesses looked suitably impressed.
I took one last look around at all of my goddesses, taking in their serious, determined expressions. I knew we were as ready as we would ever be, and could see no reason to delay any longer.
“Right,” I said. “Let’s finish this.”
The girls gathered close. I formed a bubble of protection around us all, and stepped into the spirit line that Zavier and Piper had used just a few hours before.
The girls who hadn’t traveled this way even in spirit form couldn’t help but express their wonder as we hurtled through space, back to where I had fought Zavier’s guardian and beyond.
Even I couldn’t help but consider the magnitude of what we were doing. Neil Armstrong had been a remarkable man, trusting his life to a rocket-powered tin can, and being the first man that we knew of to step on a world other than Earth.
But what we were doing left that accomplishment in the dust.
When we stepped out of the spirit line into Zavier’s domain, it wasn’t in astral form. We were literally half a universe away from old Earth.
A charter pilot, and an assortment of girls, athletes, queens, monks, socialites, and a co-pilot as well. That we could travel this way, under our own steam no less, was nothing short of astonishing.
The girls stepped out onto the green, flower-filled land, each of them expressing their awe in their own way.
Except for Cyanne and Kara, both of whom had been there before.
I found myself looking at the pink-skinned butterfly woman. “One day,” I said to her, “You’ll have to take us all to the world you came from.”
The butterfly girl bobbed her head. “Kara would like that,” she said.
Then I turned my attention to the job at hand.
I’d already dampened down my presence as much as possible, in order to avoid giving Zavier any warning. At the same time, I wanted to know that we were in the right place. That the dark god was actually there.
“Kara, you said that your antenna gives you the ability to sense things,” I said. “Can you tell if Zavier is in his palace?”
The beautiful, pink woman closed her eyes for a moment. “Kara can sense him. Zavier is in the palace. He has Piper with him.”
That was all I needed to know. “Lead the way.”
Kara did as I asked. We took the path way past the poison
fountain and into Zavier’s dark palace, through the grand entrance and into a wing I hadn’t explored when last I was here.
The girls and I were largely silent as we made our way down a large, spiral staircase, and stopped at the entrance of a large, oval-shaped room decorated with red and gold columns. It was lit by Gothic-looking chandeliers, and something about the place gave me the creeps.
“This is a place of dark rituals,” Yua supplied, her voice barely a whisper, and to my way of thinking, that made a lot of sense. The atmosphere in the place was just downright creepy.
Of course, that could have been because Zavier himself was there, facing away from the door, with Piper on a low table before him.
From where we stood, we could all see that he had largely recovered from his wounds. Even his arm had grown back, although it seemed small and withered compared to the one I hadn’t cut off.
But it was what he was doing that took my attention.
He was using his magic, casting ribbons of darkness toward Piper, binding her up in clouds of darkness, wrapping her up like a present at Christmas.
Somehow, my sword was in my hand. My jaw was clenched, and it was all I could do to keep myself from charging at him, striking at his unprotected back.
But first, I needed to understand what he was doing.
I hissed the question at Yua.
“I’m not certain,” the former monk replied. “It is like he is trying to infect Piper with his darkness, more than he already has.”
“It isn’t Piper,” Cyanne interjected.
I turned to the Atlantean. “What do you mean?”
Cyanne wasn’t the type of woman to be intimidated. Even less so now that she had transformed into her true goddess self. Yet it seemed she didn’t want to give me an answer.
“Tell me!” I demanded.
“Zavier is a being of dark magic. As such, he is unable to sire an heir. I believe he is trying to make your unborn child into his own.”
