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Introduction:

There is many a legend out there that will tell you how centaurs were created. Some stories say that they were a punishment from the Gods so disobeying humans would have to work for the rest of their lives like a beast of burden. Others say that a woman simply fell in love with a horse one day. Like that Greek chick when she fell in love with her husband’s prized bull and had an inventor build a wooden cow for her. A bit like with the Trojan horse, but naughtier and involving an act of bestiality and a pregnancy that must have been quite interesting. I am still wondering what the mid-wife’s reaction was when the resulting child turned out to be a Minotaur.

Anyway, here is what really happened.

I am certain that you might be famous with that bloke Loki, yes? The one from the famous “Norse Mythology.” Currently being displayed with golden horns and a green cape. Yep, that’s me. The original though. I don’t do horns or capes as they are too much of a hindrance in battle. Ever tried to get out of the way of a charging boar in the forest when you are wearing a cape? Not a particularly good idea if you want to keep your guts where they belong.

Back to the centaurs. As you may or may not know, there was a wager involving the building of the walls of Asgard and Wodan (You may call him Odin) being too cheap to pay the dwarfs for work. There was one guy who said that he would do it free of charge if he got the Goddess of love as a prize. Even promised to do all the work by himself, only using his steed Svadilfari as help. Wodan asked me about my opinion and silly me, told him to do the wager because what’s the worst that could happen, right? Just one bloke and a horse building the entire set of walls all by himself. It was a safe bet that he would never be able to do that in the time. Turned out that the guy was an ice giant in disguise and winning the wager. Guess who had to jump in to deal with the situation when it all went sideways. Yep. Me. As usual.

I solved the problem by turning myself into a mare in heat to lure the stupid stallion away from the master builder so he would not finish the walls in time. Thus winning the wager for Wodan. It resulted in me giving birth to the Sleipnir.

Yes. That eight-legged spider-horse crossbreed that you know Wodan is riding. Don’t ask about the legs, I have no idea where they came from. I mean four legs and four legs usually come out with four legs on the child too, right? They just don’t magically add up, making eight legs! Maybe got bitten by a spider while pregnant, who knows. Alas, Wodan was impressed by Sleipnir and ended up wishing for more of them.

He asked me to bed the stallion again. Can you imagine?

Just between us, turning into a mare is not the problem. I like that sometimes. It allows for interesting situations and distraction among the boring hours in Asgard. There are some decent stallions out there who can give you quite a bit of a fuck and will squirt you so full of juices that you leave a trail for hours. But Svadilfari was the biggest and the strongest horse that I have ever seen. Can you imagine transforming yourself into a nice, tight virgin mare in heat and luring him off, figuring that you will easily being able to outrun him. Only to discover three days later that you are dead tired physically and emotionally because that damn love crazed animal is still glued to your trail. Every time you look behind you, there he is, dong swinging back and forth, ready to do you in. He got me when I was trying to gather my will to transform back. I was distracted for just a moment, collecting my thoughts and there he was, mounting me faster than I could imagine. He split me open with the biggest dong in horse history and thrust so hard that I got smashed headfirst into the next tree? I was dazed enough to to shake him off immediately and… well, maybe I enjoyed it a little too. After all, he was a big stallion. Don’t get me started on the cum inflation that guy was responsible for. Still sometimes keeps me awake at nights. I have been leaving a white trail like a snail for the full six days this stupid animal has been following me around. But that is beside the point.

The birth was excruciating. Remember, there were eight legs I had to squeeze out. Can you imagine how large that foal was at birth with a chest that needed space for the big lungs to support all those extra limbs? Nightmarish.

Anyway, here I am now, trying to come up with a different solution to my problem and producing something that resembles Sleipnir in his most prized traits. Strength, Speed and Intelligence. And if possible, there should be a bit of a fighting spirit involved in them too. Wodan wants war horses after all. Hard to spook, battle worn and possibly fierce enough to bite people’s heads off when they are not looking.

So let me tell you what I have been doing back in the days. I am going to write down from my memory what happened as best as I can remember.

Day 01:

As I am going to have to fulfill my blood brother’s wishes or face expulsion from Asgard, I will create a new breed of horses. Seeing that I am a master of shape shifting and the God of wildfire fire, I do not suppose it is going to be terribly difficult. It comes with the title God after all. We are prone to make impossible things happen, no matter how ludicrous the requests are. I will make sure that the breeding stables will be surrounded by ever burning fire to keep off trespassers and wild animals. Also to ensure that the stables are warm.

Wodan wishes for the mounts to be swift, strong and intelligent as a human. Fighting spirit and fertility would also be traits that I am supposed to look out for. Since the bastards are supposed to help fighting the wars of the Aesir and should be easily bred in great numbers to make up for the losses. Sure, like there is nothing else that I have to do.

Anyway. The strongest person I know is Thor. Will see if I can’t get him involved a little. If he is willing to bed a few mares, good for him. If not, I will have to see if I can’t milk the old bastard a little. His wife would be interesting as well. She is a fertility Goddess after all. Will go and ask politely, maybe they are interested. Both of them are quite active when it comes to sex. Midgardians always think that Thor is mad when there are bolts of lightning zapping over the sky. Poor ignorant souls.

Addition: Have requested Thor’s wife Sif to volunteer in the breeding process. Both she and her husband declined as of now. Can’t really understand their reluctance since she would be famed far and wide in history as one of the founders of the breed. Plus she would get a whole lot of big dicks and tasty creampies, like she wishes. I swear she has only married Thor after making sure that he was the biggest stud in Asgard and would probably leave him the second that she has proof of another. She is a Goddess of fertility through and through.

Will see what to do about her.

Intelligence should be easy enough to acquire if I involve fair folk in the breeding process. Maybe a few wood nymphs as well to stamp out their stubbornness when it comes to being used as a tool. Not sure if the wood nymphs may pass on leafs as hair and other strange oddities like green skin color. Will have to investigate. The ears of the Fae will probably be easier to deal with than leaves and other plant functions. However, both Fae and wood nymphs are stubborn. Maybe I should mix in a few humans? Humans have a tendency to be naive, gullible and easy to trick. They are also fairly easy to keep happy and working for quite a long time if rewarded every now and then with treats. A bit like the livestock they like to look down upon so much, not seeing the parallels. Anyway, humans with fair folk should probably deal with intelligence and a good work moral that will be easy to control. Wodan would probably like that.

Fertility will be a problem though. Freyja almost tore my head off when I asked for her service. Figured as much. She is still mad at me. We had our differences of sorts. Expected as much after our last argument, that is why I had not picked her as my first choice and tried Sif instead. Have looked around on other realms and made advances. Same difference. Goddesses of Fertility are surprisingly resilient when you tell them straight to their faces about their promiscuity and just ask them to come and have a few big cocks to pop out an army of war steeds. Unbelievable. Have checked for alternatives. There seems to be an interesting species somewhere in the vicinity of Greece that is already half human and half goat and seems to be extremely fertile. Could be an alternative to a fertility Goddess. Will make inquiries.

Also made arrangements with someone who can control time. Not interested in waiting a thousand years for the first few generations and mutations to run through. I don’t have time for this shit.

Day 7:

All right, here we go. I hit a few snags along the way, but so far everything seems nice and settled.

Managed to capture one of those goat creatures. They seem to call themselves Satyrs. Whatever.

I have acquired about thirty mares and ten stallions so far and came to a deal with someone who controls time. Don’t ask what I had to give in return. No, it did not involve pole-dancing. Seriously not!

There are a few gnomes and goblins running around the compound to make sure that the horses and their respective offspring are being well cared for. May they shovel shit in peace. I will have my hands full with other things.

The safest thing to start with, is probably fertility since it will make the rest of the journey a lot easier. Started by fetching the goat-boy from his cage. Hit the first snag directly along the way, apparently, Satyrs are a lot stronger and faster than they look like. Must be their goat legs and those stupid looking ram horns. He made quite a ruckus when we were getting his cage off the cart and onto the premises. The wheels were stuck in the mud so the Gnomes had to collar him and lead him into his new home. The bastard managed to knock over a squadron of Gnomes and head-butted them away. Not sure why, if he is so fertile, he should be happy to be here. Testosterone probably shutting down his sense of logic. The horns however, do give a nice leverage to the situation, even though he was stamping his hooves and shaking his ass while cussing me in the most colorful fashion. I was able to use his horns as handles and just lead him like the beast of burden he was meant to be. He made a fuss at first. Pushing his hooves into the ground and refusing to come along. I had to drag him almost all the way to the stables. We were almost inside the compound when the wind changed and he smelled the mares. Should have seen him then. He suddenly was so eager to get to them that I ended up the one being dragged around. Idiot. Managed to lock him into his cage however. Need balm for my aching muscles or I will be sore in the morning. Bloody beast.

The cage finally allowed me to have a good look at him and I must say that it was a rather ugly thing. It was dark brown and of course smelled severely of goat. Mixed with a rather intense aroma of musk that I found in my current male form as rather repulsive. However I saw that females were rather interested. Several of the mares stuck their heads out of their boxes and sniffed the air, nostrils flaring. They whinnied greetings to him and stomped their hooves eagerly. Fair enough. The Satyr being partially a goat had endowed him with a rather large set of furry, apple sized balls. It also came with a massive sexual drive that I myself have completely underestimated.

At first it banged its horns furiously against the cage, trying desperately to get out. It soon seemed to give up trying to escape and reduced his actions to furious masturbation. I saw it jerk itself off several times within the first few hours, apparently unable to control his urges that were overwhelming him just from smelling the mares in their stables. After about six hours of staying within its cage, I had to move it to a different location because the walls, the floor and even the ceiling were painted white. As well as the area about two steps around his cage. That alone was not a problem. It may stand in its own gunk for all eternity for all I care. The problem was that I slipped and almost fell into it as I was passing by on my way to the main house. The only way to prevent myself from getting a faceful of mud and seed was to grab hold on to the bars. It was not a pleasant thing to do. The bar was squishy with gunk and my hand slid down almost immediately to the cross section of the bar underneath. When I loosened my grip, there were several strips of cum that had glued themselves to my hand and were connecting me to the bar like chewing gum. This is unacceptable. Will have to find a better solution for this individual.

However, it proved to be extremely useful in breeding. As soon as I had him firmly by the horns, I managed to drag him over to the mare that I wanted to start with. Light brown and in the deepest part of her heat she had been flashing her lips for about two days nonstop. The few stallions on the premises had to be tied down firmly after several of them broke out of their confines and ran across the compound to try and break into her box. Quite literally, come to think about it.

When I brought the Satyr to her, the fur around her cunt was drenched in so much juice that it felt like patting a sponge. Upon smelling the deep aroma of musk and testosterone, she went wild. The mare shoved her ass back so eagerly that she almost flattened the Satyr against the wall. She seemed too eager to get a dick inside her. Lust crazed, one could say. But when the Satyr had his large, muscular hands running tenderly over her rump, she seemed to calm down a little. “There, there my girl”, the Satyr uttered, as he patted her behind. “Let’s get a bit of the edge off, shall we?” As if she had understood his words, the mare suddenly calmed down a little, only tossing her head up onto the air as if she was saying “get on with it already.” The wild and reckless shoving seemed to be paused for the moment.

Like a connoisseur for good wine the Satyr sniffed her rear with closed eyes and sighed almost silently. His pink tongue crept out of his mouth and flicked over the mare’s cunt, sampling the juices and tasting them. The reaction of the mare was immediate. She jerked violently toward him, almost burying his face between her lips and trying her best to impale herself on him. “Ah fuck it”, the Satyr whispered and climbed onto a footstool to be high enough to reach her. His dick was human in nature, tipped with a slightly tapered mushroom head and it was hard enough to punch holes through walls. Probably had been ever since he smelled the females around him. Without further ado he lined himself up with the mare’s cunt and thrust forward. A loud squelching noise sounded when he entered her and his pelvis thudded against her rear. “Oh yeah” he murmured, eyes closed. His strong fingers dug into her flanks to allow him a good grip before he pulled back completely. Only the very tip of his dick remained, just enough to keep her lips spread around him. “That’s the spirit.” He thrust back into her, hard and fast. His scrotum slapped against her button and causing the mare to toss her head and thrust backward in need. She was so eager that she probably would have squished him if she had any means of going further back. But the footstool seemed to keep her at bay. Eyes radiating with an almost manic gleam, the Satyr rode her as if he was doing a rodeo. Thrusts hard and fast and knuckles almost white from the pressure he used to keep himself in position.

After several seconds the Satyr threw his head back and slammed himself forward, clinging to the hips of the mare and groaning. His balls twitched as they unloaded cum into her, packing her with the first load of many that were yet to come. When he was done he retreated a little and pulled back. For a moment I thought that he was done and was ready to lead him back to his cage, but he kept thrusting into her, fucking the load that he had just deposited deeper inside her, through her cervix and into her womb to give his seed the best possible chance of taking. The mare grunted, a fine sheen of sweat on her flank. She was leaning back, her rear thrust out toward him. Breathing elevated and head hanging relaxed in front of her she looked as if she had just run a race. She snorted and licked her lips and nose, closing her eyes with a groan as the satyr continued to fuck her.

Over the course of the next hours he continued to fuck her again and again, not once taking his dick entirely out of her completely. Streaks of cum started to seep out of her overstuffed pussy and were adding to the wetness that lubed her up. The head of the mare was almost scraping the floor and now she was leaning forward as if desperate to get away from him but unable to because she was already on the verges of the next orgasm while she was riding out the last. Damn. If I let that thing have its way, it would ruin the mare.

Losing my patience and more than just a little worried, I decided to intervene. “That’s enough”, I decreed and grabbed him firmly by one of his massive curly horns. The Satyr gave a startled bleat as I tugged him off the mare, causing his still erect dick to squelch out of her. Wads of cum rained to the floor in a wide arch and hitting the ground with the sound of raindrops. The Satyr’s dick was bobbing up and down, and pulsing while it did. Thick veins had appeared on the surface and seemed hard enough to add extra friction. He was still hard, even after fucking the mare for hours. Damn! The mare collapsed on the floor behind us as I dragged the bleating Satyr away from her. She rolled over on her side, not even bothering to walk out of the puddle of wetness that was staining the floor. Instead, she just closed her eyes. Fuck. Had I just ruined a mare on the first day?

Worried but eager to get the Satyr away before it could create more harm by possibly fucking her to death, I dragged him back to his cage. Needless to say that goat-boy complained all the way there how he usually bred mares at least for four to five hours. Holy Hel. He would ruin her if he could. “Well, you will not do that here. You have taken far too long today anyway. Time is of the essence. I will have to ensure that you stop sooner next time.” Maybe it would help if I just tossed him in with a bunch of females so he could impregnate them all and would not just ruin one so thoroughly? It would definitely be worth a try. After all, it would be quite a blessing to pass on that immense sex drive. A bit blunted of course. But if I could get that sex drive bred into the animals they would surely multiply without borders. That should meed Wodan’s requests.

I threw the goat-man back into his cage and locked it magically afterward, leaving him alone in his still rock hard misery before moving back to the female. She had not moved a muscle since I left her but at least she was breading steadily. I inspected her body, trying my best to make sure that she was all right and not bleeding to death internally. But no, all that was coating my arm when I felt for injuries, was cum. Goblets and buckets full of cum. Her belly seemed to be taut with it and when I applied light pressure it squirted out of her in a thick stream. The mare grunted and looked at me for a moment, nuzzling my hand. My hands roamed over her soft fur and caressed her large head. Licking her lips and chewing in a relaxed manner, she lowered her head into my lap and fell back asleep. I fervently hoped that she would be fine. Don’t tell anyone, but I do have a soft spot for horses. They are among my favorite animals in the world. That is one of the reasons why I took it upon me to learn the mare transformation after all. I could do it before that event with Svadilfari. Long before. And horses in general like me. They see me as one of their own or close connected to them.

With a sigh I opened my pocket and touched the mare’s skin with the aging stone. It was amber in color, about as large as a Roman Drachma and had a golden ankh embedded under the smooth gold surface. It worked like a fast forward button and would have the mare proceed through a month of her pregnancy with every passing day. Thanks to my unspeakable deal with the God of time. It was a very potent device and needed to be handled with care because it worked on anything that it touched as long as bare skin was involved. Needless to say that I kept it as much in the pouch that it came with as possible. With a sigh I leaned back against the wall of the stable and kept stroking the mare’s head thoughtfully while she slumbered until she woke up.

Memo to self: If anyone asks, I was out of the stable barely five minutes after I had made sure that the mare was still alive. Everything else will just spread ill rumors.

Day 09

What an exhausting day!

Sif is still refusing to participate in the experiment so I have decided to take action myself. I have manged to draw a guy named Hypnos into my scheme. He originates from the Roman part of Midgard superstition. Apparently he is the quintessence of sleep which is precisely what I need. I think they were right about that. You would not believe what a pain in the ass it was to wake him up. Which was a nuisance, since I needed him to get awake enough to deal with him and a blessing, because it was an impressive proof to his abilities. According to my research, everyone around Hypnos will get drowsy within a few minutes time and sleep as long as he is asleep. Which meant that I was of course in danger to just fall asleep for all eternity as well if I didn’t take preventive measures. Which I did, of course. Cost me quite a bit of a favor, but I managed to get a bit of counter measure and quite the juicy morsel of information. Hypnos is so powerful that eventually everything in his presence will fall asleep, no matter the measures taken to the opposite. Given enough time, the tiredness just creeps up your legs and ambushes you when you are not looking. So there was no point in just snatching him up and transporting him to the farm if I wanted to get the job done within the century. Not to mention the embarrassment if people found me fast asleep and unable to wake up. Thor would do all sorts of things with me if given the chance. Probably not as many as I would with him in the same situation, mind you. He lacks imagination. But I would get my fair share of awkwardness and pain in the ass. Probably quite literally. However, because Hypnos’ power is so strong, it assimilates in every part of his body. Which meant that if you ingested something of him, you would be as fast asleep as if you were in his immediate presence and unable to wake up until your body had dealt with it. Now, as you probably know, I am not a person to get my hands bloody. So just hacking one of his limbs off and feeding everyone on that was out of the question. Apart from the annoying amount of bloodshed and bleargh-factor, that option lacked finesse. Call me whatever you like, but never call me someone who loves to be satisfied with easy solutions. If there is an easy way to do something, I will probably not do that. I love challenges. So the most obvious solution for me was of course to milk the seed out of Hypnos and use that as a drug for unwilling victims. It is a bit like the mortals do it with booze. But better.

I spent the entirety of yesterday with trying to locate him. Asking around the Gods and plains to help me without Sif getting wind of what I was doing was actually not easy. She is running around Thor all day long and when she isn’t, she is either taking care of crops or sucking dick with every orifice or soft part of her body she can find. For that she travels far and wide and leaves the northern plains quite frequently. That has made her many friends, lovers and people who would betray me for a blowjob of those soft, plush lips. Come to think about it, I would probably betray myself if she would give me one of her famed jobs.

Anyway, back to the topic. What I did today, was far beyond exhausting. I would almost go as far as to rate it equal to running away from that stupid stallion as a mare. In both cases I was equally flattened. Although the episode as mare had the addition of being not just fucked up exhausted, but also having to carry around quite an awesome amount of extra weight. Seed that is, not the foal. That came later.

Trying to wake up a God of sleep enough to fornicate is really difficult. But as I mentioned, it had fun parts as well. Believe it or not, he was sleeping in a cave, not a mansion. One of those picturesque ones where the poor sod lies on a large flat stone and by night the moon shines through a tiny window to illuminate their body ever so slightly. Beautiful. But surely uncomfortable. Can’t imagine what it be like to sleep on a stupid rock for thousands of years but hey, he wasn’t conscious so I guess he didn’t really have a say in the matter. We Gods and creatures of legend always look like the humans imagine us. Jesus started of being dark skinned. Now he looks like the tame brother of ZZ-Tops. The one that is into smoking weed and not really into music. And is more into taking care of his beard and his hair. Actually, he doesn’t look at all like ZZ-Tops. More like a hippie. I myself am affected as well, sadly. I had an involuntary change of my looks in 2011. Gone was the pointy beard and the green tinge of my skin. I do not look like I am constantly wearing a mask anymore. That is good. Our powers are linked to that too. At least partially. Thanks to a zillion fangirls world wide, Pole-Dancing has suddenly appeared on my list of talents. Gee. Thanks a lot girls. Now if anyone bothers me I shall just dance my way to victory instead of smacking them in the face with a fistful of wildfire. Mind you, it is nice to have a few frost powers though. Helps with keeping drinks cool.

Hypnos is a God from the Greek belief system, so when I finally found him on that rock, he was a young lad with a soft face, dressed in an old-fashioned Toga. The white cloth seemed to be impenetrable to dirt of any kind and was gleaming a soft white. It made him look almost angelic in his innocence. The bare nipple on his chest disturbed that innocence a little. It drove home – well at least to me – that the Romans, just like the Greek just knew how fun worked. Breathing slowly and gently, one hand was draped over his flat stomach and his head propped on a soft looking pillow. Quite adorable really. The kind that wants you to crawl up next to him, place your head on his chest and play with that bare nipple until it is hard and erect. Then start to lick and nibble it and see how far you can go without waking him up. And when you do, just see what happens.

Unwilling to jolt the sleeper, I sneaked over carefully, trying my best not to get too side tracked by my fantasies. When I had reached my target to stare down at him, I noticed just how peaceful he looked. Almost hypnotic, with his soft lips that were open just the merest of gaps and the long dark eyelashes. I found myself gazing down at him as he lay there, wondering what he might dream about or if indeed he was dreaming at all. Drowsiness crept like a ghost into my body, putting weight on my limbs and causing me to sit down next to him. Softly, gently I reached out and caressed the soft looking black curls that rested on the pillow. Hypnos did not even stir as I wound my fingers through his hair and caressed his cheeks. Smiling, I bent down and kissed him gently, his warm lips pressing lightly against mine. My tongue slipped out of my mouth and licked over these lips, tasting them and waiting for a response so I could dive deeper and explore. There was none. No reaction at all.

Well admittedly, it had only been a soft kiss. Maybe I needed to intensify my efforts?

Once more, I bent down and kissed him. This time I slid my tongue between his lips, forcing his mouth open a little. I probed for his tongue while my left hand ran over the bare part of his muscular chest, playing lightly with the nipple until it stood hard and firm. For good measure I pinched him a little.

No reaction.

Curious, I lifted my head and stared down at him, frowning. Well all right then. Time to speed it up a little, I thought and undressed the sleeper. It was a little like undressing a doll with this complete lack of reaction, but in the end, he lay there in front of me. His skin was pale as moonlight and very soft to the touch. There wasn’t a single hair on his body except for the raven colored tuft on his head. (Color me jealous.) His dick was small and thin, not much longer than my thumb and really not much wider. Just the short, shriveled mess of a grower, not a shower. Well all right then. I had an idea how to wake him.

Smiling, I reached forward and enveloped his dick in my hand, softly rubbing the hard glans through the soft skin. I coaxed the soft mound out of the safe haven, letting my finger slide over the crease in the middle. There was still almost no reaction from him, just a slight increase in his breathing. Grinning mischievously, I bent down and licked the crease on his glans, sucking it into my lips and swirling it around a little. My tongue stroked his tip firmly while my fingers continued to work up and down the growing shaft. It pulsed softly in my hand as I hollowed my cheeks and retreated, letting him slide through my lips. He was half erect when I lifted my head to check if there was any reaction on his face. But the God of sleep simply slumbered on, his mouth only a tiny bit further open than before. That was fine by me. If he decided to oversleep this once in a lifetime chance of getting sex from the God of Mischief, well, that was his decision. Less to explain for me anyway. As long as his body functions were working without him, we were cool.

I grabbed him firmly, feeling him swell to a thickness of about two fingers as I pumped up and down. Under my touch he grew completely erect. The foreskin peeled back, revealing a nice, mushroom shaped head that was gleaming moist and ready, skin sleek and soft. Not being able to resist the urge I rubbed my lips over the smoothness, tasting the salt that was coating him and burrowing my tongue in the slit at the tip. He still wasn’t the biggest stud I have ever ridden, but he stood firm and hard. A steady throb pressed against my fingers, urging me to move, to give more pleasure so I could receive his seed. His balls seemed to have grown a little in size. They were throbbing too and felt firm and heavy with the load that they carried. Still not completely sure if this would wake him or if indeed it really was necessary to do so, I continued my work. His smell was strong and musky, healthy and good and I started to enjoy myself there. By now I had almost forgotten what I was aiming for and simply continued to relish in the pleasure of having such a nice hard cock all for myself. A thick wad of precum brought me back to my senses. I was here for a reason and that reason was not just to fuck the God of Sleep. I was on a mission. Must not get distracted.

Leaning back a little, I started stripping until I was wearing nothing but a mischievous grin. Squatting down on Hypnos felt a little strange. He was firm and warm to the touch. His skin soft as velvet and despite all those years of doing nothing but sleeping, he had the body of an athlete. But it was a little strange to see nothing of the usual reaction that I can have on people. Nothing but that firm, pulsing pressure that was nestled between my buttcheeks. My hands flew to my own flat chest and started playing with the nipples. Under my touch they became erect and lifted themselves up. I moaned as I pinched them for good measure, feeling myself grow hard where there had previously been only a halfhearted effort. My fingers roamed over the area around the nipples in growing circles as I drew in my will. The skin started to bulge out as muscles shifted and tissue started to rearrange itself. Lust lanced through my body as the feeling in my nipples changed. It became more sensitive than it already was. The origin of the lustful spike changed as well. My balls sent energy up through my body as they melted seamlessly back into my skin. Within a few minutes they had changed themselves enough that they had reformed into ovaries and were now pulsating in my lower abdomen, throbbing warm waves of lustful heat through my body. I tossed my head back and moaned as my breasts grew along with the new set of reproductive organs, sending my body into boiling need as a new flavor or hormones darted through my blood vessels. Within moments the flesh of my breasts was pressing heavily into my hands. The nipples blossomed and grew larger, intensely sensitive through the transformation. My own breath felt like a caress on them, making me long for touch. For a long blissful moment I sat there with my dick still fully formed and a set of large, firm breasts. Then I leaned back a little more, relishing the reassuring pressure from behind as my own dick caved in on itself. It almost looked like a volcanic eruption that was being played backward as it retreated into my body and vanished before blossoming inside me once more. I moaned as the glans reformed into a small jewel of a clitoris and the thick, firm shaft bloomed into a vagina, a cervix and a womb.

The full transformation cannot have taken much longer than a few moments, but it left me breathless from the effort and in dire need. With all that space suddenly available in me, I felt hollow, almost desperate to be filled. I reacted in the only way I could think of, lifted myself up and impaled myself on the dick that had been resting so snugly in my buttcrack. Bliss exploded inside me as I felt the throbbing emptiness vanish as I was filled. There was a slight catch and a sharp pain as the hymen tore, causing me to moan both in pain and need. I gritted my teeth and plunged on, feeling myself stretch around the invader for the first time. My labia came to rest against the pelvis of my slumbering lover, spreading open just a little bit more and allowing my clit to press against his skin. I shivered, panting heavily from the effort the transformation had taken and the need that had woken inside of me. He felt good so deep inside and I leaned back as I slowly worked my way up and down his shaft, pressing him as best as possible against my G-spot and grinding my clit against his pelvis.

The feeling of my hot, wet folds seemed to stir him. His forehead wrinkled and his mouth opened, forming a little o. For a moment his eyelids fluttered as if he was on the brink of waking up. Grinning, I lifted myself up once more and started riding him for all he was worth. The wet sucking sounds echoed through the cave along with the slapping of my thigh against his. I moaned and caressed my nipples, chasing my own orgasm and hopefully coaxing him into following me. Hypnos’ eyelids fluttered once more. A soft groan of pleasure escaped his lips and he even started moving a little underneath me. It looked a little as if he was having an erotic dream from what I did to him in reality. Well that was something. Smiling triumphantly, I let my hands wander over his muscular belly, pinching his nipples and rocking my pelvis back and forth. I impaled myself on his mast over and over as if he was a battering ram and my cervix the doors of a castle. It felt good.

My own hands were fondling my nipples flicking against them as suddenly another pair of hands appeared. Hypnos had finally woken. Pale blue eyes looked at me in wonder. It seemed as if he himself was not sure if he was dreaming or not. But he was a man as well as a God and therefore did not seem to be above taking advantage of an opportunity. His grip tightened and he started thrusting back in earnest. A fierce, almost greedy glint appeared in his eyes a moment later as he grabbed me around the waist and rolled over with me. I moaned as the angle shifted, digging my nails into his shoulder as he sucked my nipples. Teeth brushed against the sensitive flesh as he bit down, causing me to gasp for breath. His balls slapped madly against me, pummeling me toward my orgasm. A wave of pleasure exploded deep inside me and I arched my hip forward, wrapping my legs greedily around his hips and pinning him deep inside me. Nails scratching his shoulder, I clung on to him as my muscles milked him, begged him for every drop of cum that he could give. He obliged and I felt his dick pulse while heat blossomed in my lower belly. My cervix twitched, greedily pumping the spunk into my womb as fast as possible to make room for even more seed. Hypnos moaned as he rocked back and forth, dumping more and more cum into me with every one of his slow thrusts. He rested for a moment as deep as possible, spurting directly against the final barrier as he squirted thick ropes of cum that tickled my cervix. I moaned and wrapped my arms around him, desperate to keep him close as long as possible. It did not seem as if he minded very much. While I kept him pinned, he nuzzled his head between my breasts and moaned in pleasure, buried as deep in my embrace as possible. It took me a moment to realize that his dick was not shrinking as I had expected. When I investigated, I was meat with a mischievous grin from the God of sleep as he shifted position.

Before I even knew what was happening, he had wrapped my legs over his shoulder and was slowly thrusting into me again. Now that he had been woken so pleasantly by a beautiful woman, it seemed that he wanted to make the most out of it. And he did. For three quarters of the day, he spent his time fucking and filling me in the most pleasurable way possible. Every time making sure that I rested with my pelvis tilted up so his cum would drain into my womb while he was fucking me. I ended up with him standing over me and holding me up by my legs while he dumped what felt like the fiftieth load inside of me. My belly was already bulging a little from the sheer amount of cum, but I didn’t mind. Few things are more enjoyable than sex and the best partners for sex are Gods. It’s good to be a God, after all.

But like I said, it was exhausting. When Hypnos finally let go of me, he all but fell down on the slab of rock next to me and was instantly asleep. I myself felt tiredness slam into my face only a split second later as he unconsciously worked his spell. Knowing that I had to go out as fast as possible, I clamped my hand over my lips to avoid any leakage down below and waddled out of the cave as fast as my sore legs would allow.

The wind was sharp and cold outside. Just perfect to get me awake. Instead of dressing however, I conjured a large glass jar onto the ground, squatted over it and started squeezing all the cum out that I had harvested. Halfway through, I realized that I had underestimated the sheer amount and quickly doubled the jar in size while I pressed my hands on my tummy and squeezed. Still I managed to produce quite a puddle that simply welled over the rim of the jar. But no matter. I had quite enough for the foreseeable future and if I needed to come back, I knew where Hypnos lived. Still panting from my ordeal, I lifted myself and gingerly closed the jar over my prize.

Time to get back to the farm and try out how potent the seed really was. Oh and hope that I had indeed managed to squeeze everything out and would not end with another strange accidental child.