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Chapter 10

While Camilla was pleasurably undressing and the scents of the sexual orgy with Anubis were spreading over the suite, Isis was standing in her apartment slightly wide-legged in the room.

Between her thighs was Camilla's stepbrother Stephen, had gotten down on his knees in front of the woman and pushed his snout deep into her lap.

Fortunately, Camilla would never know that the wolf had chosen to engage in some form of petplay. So Isis had taken the male on a leash, led him as a sort of exercise to the various points in the room where she expected him to do one thing or another, then had him get down on his knees and stand wide-legged over his head.

The rest resulted, in view of the fierce pheromones by itself.

The male wolf couldn't get any more aroused than that, he felt downright pain in his abdomen from the sexual pressure that was building up in him and at the same time knew that he would only get to shoot if he satisfied Isis first. And this goddess had a long breath, was very difficult to bring to climax.

So Stephen had been suffering for hours, his penis not swelling, throbbing, rock hard, the knot filled to bursting with blood and dripping precum from the thin semen tip for what felt like ages.

"Be a good boy and make Mommy happy," Isis demanded repeatedly.

"Isis," Stephen whimpered, "my cock is on fire."

"I know, and I'm looking forward to it exploding in my pussy later. When you flood me with your wolf milk. Now keep licking, you dog."

Bravely, Stephen again thrust his tongue into Isis's vulva, licking her clit overly horny, pushing it deep into her vagina again and again, drinking her sour-sweet juice.

Again and again Isis moaned, pressing his head tightly against her pussy, giving the impression that she was finally going to climax, Stephen was already rejoicing that he could finally cum his seed, but only to find that the goddess wasn't ready after all.

Finally, he freed himself from her womb and lusted. "Isis, I want you. I want to plunge into you and finally pump my fucking load into you, my cock is almost bursting with horniness and my balls ache."

The pale woman looked triumphantly at the male. "Then so be it. You've been a good boy so far and now you're going to make Mommy really happy. Get up, it's time for you to stick your cock inside me and get my pussy nice and wet and slippery with your hot milk cream."

"I'm just afraid my juice will start squirting by the time I get my spanking halfway inside you. Damn, I'm so horny."

"Then it's like this. Just don't let a single drop fall to the floor. That would be an outright waste and it only doesn't matter with Seth. He has too much of it anyway and his seed is fruitless anyway."

So Isis pulled her willing man along with her, lay wide-legged on the bed, and Stephen immediately penetrated her, pressing his knot firmly against her labia.

Then it was happening.

With a loud howl from the wolf, the first spurt of semen shot through his cock, causing a sweet pain of incipient relief.

Followed by a second thrust, then a third, the ejaculate became thinner and thinner, grew extremely in quantity, squirted out the male milk under high pressure laterally between the nodes and labia. The semen formed a slimy mist between both bodies.

Stephen felt the growing relief, but his abdomen had developed a life of its own. So his testicles were again pumping more sperm through his pleasure rod, his juices were again becoming creamier.

"Oh yes," Isis moaned, "you're really a good boy. Make me really fat, fill me up with your liquid lust."

The wolf couldn't stop that at all, because control had been lost and all he could do was wait until his abdomen had emptied completely.

Minutes had passed since the first outpouring and still the wolf's testicles rhythmically pulled themselves against Stephen's body, sank limply down again, pressed back against the male's abdomen, to press the next shot into his hard cock and from there deep into Isis' vagina.

"Damn," Stephen moaned into his continuous orgasm, "the broth just keeps coming and coming and won't stop."

"Just let it run, sweetie. Empty it all out nice and easy," Isis reassured him.

"If it keeps spurting like that, it's probably going to include my spinal cord and brain."

"I've been known to rob male creatures of their minds and fuck their brains out. But, if you keep cumming so hard, you should change species and transform into a stallion," Isis quipped.

"I'm just afraid my stepsister won't like that."

"You mean the fox-wolf who is currently fucking her Anubis robot for the umpteenth time?"

The wolf looked deeply into the woman's eyes, kissed her intimately and pulled his penis out of her.

"Who gave you permission to do that?" asked Isis indignantly.

"I'm done," he replied, pointing to his now rapidly decongesting penis.

"All right," Isis stated, leaning back again. "But would transformation be an option for you?"

"I know you could initiate something like that. But don't you think it's a bit strange when first this robot is transformed into a polymer-living being hybrid and now I am too? That might be a little too much of a good thing then."

"Let me put it this way, I didn't ask this without self-interest."

"I realize that, but a stallion might be a bit much then."

"Seth fit with Nephtys, and eventually with Sachmet."

"I'm not Seth," Stephen retorted angrily.

"I know, sweetie. But, if we should also meet Sirius B at Seth's army, or at least himself, there's a hybrid of wolf and mule standing there. You'd be able to counter enough force."

"What are you saying? That I'm not only the sex companion for you, but now I'm supposed to be your private army?"

"I wouldn't say it like that, but it hits the nail on the head."

"Fucking for the fight?" mused Stephen.

"I'd say it the other way around, more like, fighting for the next fuck."

"With you."

"Only with me. Which you have to watch out for with Seth. He likes to mess around and he's very underused sexually."

"What do you mean?"

"It could be that whether you're stud or wolf, he'll flirt with you."

"Oh. Wouldn't it be better if I stayed a wolf?"

"Precisely not. You know, Seth is a very well-built stallion and prides himself on his big balls and fat cock. If I made you an even more voluptuous stallion, then he would have something to think about. Then he would be confused and we would have an easier time with him," Isis explained.

"That's an argument, of course. But I am me and I want to stay that way."

"Then so be it, my darling. Now off to the shower with you, I'll come with you and wash you thoroughly." Whereby the woman emphasized the last words in such a way that there was no doubt whatsoever as to what she was really going to do with him in the shower.

In the meantime, Camilla and Anubis had quieted down. Both were satisfied and tightly embraced.

Suddenly, the Anubis Tauren robot yowled, jolting Camilla from her sleep.

"What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.

"I don't know. It was a strange feeling. I wasn't present, not in the here and now."

"You were asleep," the fox-wolf remarked, starting to laugh. "My beloved Jackal God is becoming more and more alive."

"You mean that this irritating feeling is normal?"

"You mean the transition of consciousness and subconsciousness? Yes, it is perfectly normal."

"I find it frustrating to have the feeling of not being lucid."

"Get over it. Sleep is part of it. After all, you didn't complain that when you fuck me, you lose control of your abdomen."

"That's when my dick takes control."

"Typical of a guy. The brain slips into the penis as it swells."

"We both have fun with it for that, though," Anubis countered.

"Point goes to you."

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" the Anubis Tauren robot called out.

The door opened and Stephen and Isis appeared, entering without another word and closing the door behind them.

"We need to talk," Isis started.

"That you two aren't here to talk about the weather or your hot night is probably to be expected," Camilla countered.

"Cut the cynicism. This is serious."

"Then fire away and get to the point. Please don't start at the primordial slime," the fox-wolf prompted.

"No. I've had enough slime," Goddess snapped, looking to Stephen.

"Oh, no. Please don't," escaped Camilla and she rolled her eyes. "I don't want to hear about it."

"Good. How are you, Anubis?" began Isis again.

"Good so far. I'm just a little irritated. I've been asleep."

"Had to happen," Isis noted curtly, shrugging her shoulders, "deal with it, we need you."

"First and foremost, I need him," Camilla interjected.

"Because of me. But we need him and Stephen on Sirius B at full strength," Isis pointed out.

"She wants to transform me into a stallion," Stephen blurted out.

"She wants what?" rumbled Camilla.

"I want to counter Seth and his presumed army with a little more power," Isis explained.

"Don't you think that playing with Anubis as a robot and now his transformation into a polymer-organic hybrid was and is sufficient?"

"A technician will shortly report to you both and fit an exoskeleton, likewise he will control the weapons and mount them accordingly," Isis stated.

"That means he'll look like a tank?"

"He will look adorable. There will be laser cannons aimed over his head on the left and right, which he will carry on his back. The rest he can operate with his hands."

"Never mind, but what about my stepbrother?"

"I refuse to become a horse," Stephen grumbled.

"You see, he doesn't want to."

"Why would he want too?"

"That's a little very dirty now, but after we've all screwed around, we shouldn't have any secrets anyway," Isis began to continue her thoughts, "Seth is a hybrid of mule and wolf ..."

"... So what?"

"He is unsatisfied. His mate Nephtys never wanted him, only let him touch her once, then ran to my consort Osiris, let him fuck her, which then led to the birth of Anubis."

"The story is primordial slime, and what did I say about primordial slime?" grumbled Camilla, annoyed.

"Seth wanted me in a fight too. But I managed to escape while he, standing in the area with a hard-on, spurted his greasy broth into the desert sand with rage and horniness."

"I know that story, too," Camilla countered, slightly irritated.

"Because of his sexual unruliness, Stephen could be our trump card as a wolf-stallion hybrid."

"In what way?", Camilla became curious.

"Are you serious now?" screeched Stephen between them. "It's my body."

"Maybe so, sweetie, and now be a good boy and shut up."

The male wolf fell silent and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Good boy!" said Isis in his direction, turning back to Camilla, "Seth is a hybrid as I said, being a stallion in the genital area. He is very proud of his magnificence."

"You mean he's well built?"

"Exactly! For whatever reason, everything turned out a little bigger on him than it should have. Of course, each of the creator gods denies it. No one wants to be responsible for Seth's balls and fat spanking. However, no goddess wants to have his cock inside her voluntarily, if I leave aside Sachmet. But the lioness has always been into big things."

"Fine, but what about Stephen?"

"If I suitably transformed him, I'd give him a penis that would make Seth wonder."

"You mean a distraction through sexual display?"

"Exactly. He'll wonder how it can be and bury himself in his thoughts, forget about his army. At least for a while. By then we must act and have found and collected the fragments of my spouse."

"The idea is completely frivolous and slightly perverse, but it might work," Camilla mused.

"However, this diversion won't work for long. And there's a danger that Seth won't respond to it at all, or will react very differently."

"In what way?"

"He may get angry, send his army to attack, grab Stephen, and a perversion of lust may follow."

"He goes for my dick?" screeched Stephen, breaking his commanded silence.

"It's a possibility, albeit the least likely."

"Why doesn't that calm me down now?" the wolf whimpered.

Camilla couldn't help grinning. "Isis. Even though the thought may be tempting. We'll leave my stepbrother as he is. We can handle Seth the same way."

"Then so be it," Isis concluded.

"I am truly grateful to you."

"Stephen, you know how to thank me," Isis remarked, smiling ambiguously.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" called Camilla.

The door opened and butler Frank Simson entered, followed by a familiar face.

"Ah, Mister Grool," Camilla noted.

"You know each other?" asked Isis.

"Not really. He merely seems to be a fan of mine."

"Ah, that's where the wind blows from. He's also the initiate, by the way," Isis explained.

"Nothing surprises me now," Camilla said, raising her arms in the air briefly.

"Thank you all for the warm welcome," Frank Simson said into the room.

"Excuse me, Frank. It's good to see you," Camilla tried to placate her butler.

"At least my presence was noticed now," complained the artificial Doberman, slightly huffed.

"It's a good thing they're just appearing now," Camilla said, pensively tapping the tip of her nose.

"Yes," the Anubis Taur lifted his head, "how fortunate that I'm not blushing."

"I take the hint, and I'm grateful that you do."

"Anyway, things are moving forward now," Camilla exulted.

"Above all, I get to stay a wolf," Stephen snapped.

"Why not, Mister Fang?" asked Frank ignorantly.

"You'd better not ask," Stephen added.

"He should be transformed into a stallion-wolf hybrid," added Camilla.

The butler looked first at Camilla, then at Stephen, then at Isis. "Miss Isodora - excuse me - Isis, I meant, of course. I don't want to know about your sexual preferences, but the fact that you want to transform Mister Fang into a stallion shows me that you seem to stray from appropriate proportions and dimensions in the pleasure area."

The goddess raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. "It might have had a different background, but thank you for allowing me this uninhibited receptivity."

"I guess it's better if I don't say any more," Frank Simson muttered, clutching his forehead.

"No matter what anybody says now. If it goes that way, it can only get worse," Camilla observed.

"Exactly! We're changing the subject," the Anubis Taur lifted. "Styx Grool, you have something for me?"

"Exactly! It's about their exoskeleton."

"Go ahead then, what do they need?"

The cheetah approached the robotic taur, took an old tape measure and measured the length and height of each area, took note of everything and disappeared again.

"That's all?" the Taur stated questioningly.

"The rest will come later," Isis added curtly.

"By the way, the cell structures on Anubis' body are growing faster than expected," Camilla turned to Isis.

"All the better. Whereas he still looks very metallic."

"But the solid structure is changing more and more into the soft polymer state," Anubis explained, pointing to his snout, which he squeezed a bit at the nose, also he opened his mouth and stuck out a short piece of a reddish thin mass of flesh. "I think that's called a tongue," he added, pointing to it.

Camilla regarded it at length, whereupon the Taur took notice of her, staring at her and guessing her thought very accurately. He only winked inconspicuously.

"Be that as it may. We will now go together to the ship's library, take a side room, and continue our deliberations," Isis ordered.

"Why can't I shake the feeling that I've become the victim of an interstellar conspiracy?" asked Camilla to the group.

"Because it's getting dangerously close to that, and there's no way we can risk drawing too much attention to it."

"Has the ship's law enforcement been informed?" asked Butler Frank.

"As far as I know, the relevant service is half-informed, at least to the extent that they don't get nervous and go on terror alert," Isis reassured the round.

"At least. That gives us more peace of mind. We just have to make sure we don't overstep the mark and cross any red lines," Camilla cautioned.

"That won't happen, and if it does - I know the head of security," Isis fluted.

"Is that supposed to make me jealous now?" growled Stephen.

"No, my sweet," purred the goddess, "no one can compete with you."

"Why don't I buy that?"

"Because the head of security is a stud?" teased Isis.

"That's exactly why," the male wolf sighed.

"No, I'm kidding now. The chief is a lion, he has muscles but isn't exactly blessed with creativeness."

"I'm glad to hear that now, again," Stephen said, smiling with relief.

"I'm hungry," escaped the Anubis taur.

"You what?" asked Camilla incredulously.

"I would describe the feeling in my abdomen as emptiness and conclude that I am hungry."

"Isis, do we have a doctor on board we can trust? I don't think a simple technician is going to help Anubis anymore."

"I could just have a doctor come and we'll see what happens," Isis reasoned, then snapped her fingers. "Let's just do it." She reached for the phone and called the medical department.

"He's on his way," she was still announcing when there was a knock on the door.

"He sure is fast," Camilla muttered, heading for the door.

"But the medical department is at least four minutes away," Isis wondered. "Be careful."

Camilla opened the door and caught sight of the old tigress, who had started trouble and had turned on Anubis. "I've got a close eye on her. Her and her robots," the immediately crowed.

Isis made no effort to be squeamish, walked to the door, grabbed the tigress by the right arm and instantly dragged her into the suite, slamming the door. "Do they seriously think it's healthy to have such big things as Camilla Queen and her robot in your eye? Even a little eyelash causes unpleasant irritation."

"Who are you?" croaked the predatory cat, startled.

"I'm Miss Isodora, and if you want to get out of this situation unscathed, you'd better not stick your nose into things that are clearly too big for you."

"I'm not going to let them tell me to shut up!" the tigress became clear.

Now something happened that none of those present had seen before. Stephen had not been able to enjoy this sight despite Isis' bundled lust, nor had anyone else. Only Anubis knew the goddess as she presented herself at this moment.

Without losing another word, the eyes of the woman in the background lit up slightly yellowish, seemed like two distant suns, she stared directly into the eyes of the tigress, fixed her with her gaze and spread two snow-white huge-looking feathered wings.

Raised these wings far into the air, filled the room with them, was a present figure as it only befits a goddess.

Everyone stared speechlessly at her, suddenly aware of her smallness. Even Stephen admitted to himself that he must be the luckiest man alive, since he had laid a real goddess.

The tigress herself registered the wings only incidentally, she was rather caught in Isis' gaze. "They won't do anything else, they didn't see anything and will leave us alone. Otherwise I will forget myself and then they will be forgotten. Do they understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress Isodora. I hear and obey," stammered the old feline.

"Now go to your cabin, order something to eat, go to bed. When I call them, they will appear and be at my service," Isis ordered in a very calm tone.

"Yes, mistress. I will do as they say," came the confirmation again before the tigress turned to the door, opened it and disappeared.

"Am I lucky to be your wolf and not your enemy," Stephen noted with relief.

"Sweetie. You're running out of competition. Just keep trying hard and make mommy happy."

"Oh no!" exclaimed Camilla loudly. "I really didn't want to hear that right now. Stephen being a good son? You've got to be kidding me."

The male dog turned bright red under his coat and cleared his throat.