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Bastet's Shrine, by DragonMasterX.

It was the second Sed feast for the Pharaoh; a banquet the likes of which could only be found in tales of excess and grand offerings for the Gods. Over sixty years of exemplar reigning had secured peace and prosperity for Egypt.

To celebrate the extraordinary feats of the old monarch, nobility had prepared entertainment and catering for the royal family. Servants from various big name houses had been pooled together into a small army to bring food, drink and "distractions" to those that required it.

Thema was one of the youngest servants among house Jhutep. The black furred panther had been ordered to keep her services to food and drink only since, in lady Jhutep's words, she was "plainer looking than an undressed table". It was a depressing state of affairs since the other female servants around Thema had certainly blossomed and were all voluptuously eye-catching. And on the other hand she had been on the wait for her own place in the spotlight for years. Puberty however had only seen it fit to give her the bare minimum flare in her hips and narrow waist to properly accentuate her femininity. Her flat chest almost made her pass for a boy if one wasn't paying close attention.

The panther girl felt rather outclassed with the other taller, curvier and somehow more slender women parading their bodies around as they waited on the royals and the other nobles. It was enough to break the poor girl's already weak ego. Not wanting to be singled out and humiliated by those present, Thema kept a low profile which was very easy with her short stature. "One day..." she hopefully murmured under her breath, "Twenty-one and not a bump on my chest. Even the sixteen year olds are top heavier than me..." she sadly thought, hiding her face behind a bowl of fruit.

Her petite body was, without a doubt, easy to ignore amongst so many comparatively big amazons. Even some of the particularly taller rodents exceeded her 5' height by a few inches, making her feel like a kitten instead of a big cat. With her short, dirty blonde hair fashioned into a flat bowl cut and dressed in a simple hairband, the flowing manes of glistening jet black or clearer colored hair on the other girls got all the attention. The only feature Thema shared with her fellow servants was their revealing attire. Like them, Thema was used to the tight waist-bands and loin-cloths draped over her legs and walking with her midriff exposed. Her chest wore a simple series of bandages wrapped around her practically inexistent bust. The only accessory she had was an engraved copper armband around her left arm with lady Jhutep's brand.

The lady herself was a close friend to the Great Royal Wife, the Pharaoh's main consort. Thema figured they got along so well because of being the same type of Anubian jackal; and also how snooty they both were. "Pass by nobles... offer them apples..." the panther muttered to herself, really wanting to avoid attention from her mistress and trying to do her job well. She wasn't used to so many people being gathered at once since lady Jhutep wasn't one to host social gatherings, instead being a guest to the ones she was invited. The truth was Thema wanted to get out of the palace as soon as possible; being in the presence of the royal family was an honor but also freaked her out. "Don't trip... don't look at anybody's eyes..." she nervously reassured herself, wobbling slightly with each step as she made the round.

"Well! Look who's making taking apples into a chore!" a familiarly high-pitched voice almost made Thema drop her bowl, which she had been shakily holding up. The meek panther shyly looked up to see a sauntering female figure approach her. "Please, sir, allow me!" the tall, curvaceous lioness seductively said to the crocodile nobleman with a claw about to take a fruit from Thema's bowl. The feline already had roused the guest's attention simply by kneeling down and leaning her prodigious bosom onto the reptile's armrest, his snout warping into a toothy smile as she pinched the apple he wanted by the stem and brought it to him while giving Thema a dismissive side-glance and smirk.

This lioness servant was someone Thema knew well. Neema and she shared the same mistress after all. Without uttering a word, the panther made sure to look away and continued on her way.

"Thank you, my dear. You're simply ravishing!" the nobleman practically sank in his seat's cushions, casting a lustful glare at the busty lioness who seemed to be watching her fellow servant disappear into the crowd with a pleased smile. "Your fruit truly looks... juicy and fresh!"

Neema returned her eyes to the crocodile, lidding them slightly to appear interested in the well-fed nobleman whose eyes were almost glued to her chest. To a servant like Neema, it brought her pleasure to see the upper echelons lose themselves in her curves, especially when it was the result of an easily won competition with the other girls. "My poor sir, you appear famished..." she sweetly purred to the crocodile, leaning closer still and making her breasts softly pop over the armrest and onto the nobleman's arm. "I insist you take my offering."

The nobleman was only too giddy to accept, shifting on his seat in order to inch closer for a bite of the apple, his right claw moving higher in order to cop a feel. Before a single claw tip could even brush a strand of fur on Neema's torso, however, a looming shadow stopped the nobleman dead cold. Neema saw an expression of panic on the fat crocodile and gently pulled back as the figure behind the nervous nobleman grew closer. "Famished, dear?" a second voice practically carrying frozen winds, had the crocodile slowly turn around with a nervous smile.

"Ah, honey! I was just... oomph!" the heavy-set croc grunted as half a dozen figs were shoved into his open mouth all at once by his disgruntled wife.

Neema hid a smile and quietly left the apple on the armrest as she stood up and sauntered away from the conjugal squabble. She wasn't interested in drama as much as she was in finding out where her fellow servant had disappeared to.

Thema had fortunately completed her first round, and no one had requested her to stay behind, which entitled her to a brief rest as she restocked her fruit bowl and loaded a plate with some delicacies. It always surprised her how much nobles ate. She had only had three stops including the one Neema had interrupted and the bowl once replete of fruit was now completely empty. When the pantheress reached over for one of the imported coconuts, her fingers sank into exceptional softness which made her skin crawl. "...huh?" the petite servant squeezed her fingers around the soft coconut, tardily realizing she had catastrophically missed her target.

"What do you think you're doing, squirt?" Neema was standing there, leaning with an arm over one of the table's rails. To Thema's credit, the lioness' breasts made some of the smaller coconuts look tiny. "Trying to take what you don't have, huh? That's the same as stealing, y'know?"

"Oh by the almighty Ra. What is she doing?" the chuckling visage of a bottom heavy cobra emerged from behind the smirking Neema. Thema released the lion girl's boob and tried to shimmy along the table away from Neema and the cobra girl, but Neema caught the panther by the tail and brought her back.

"E-eek!" Thema yowled at the painful tug, but quickly covered her mouth to keep her voice down. She quickly turned around and batted Neema's hands away from her tail, making the lioness grin down at her.

"Look at this, Neferi," Neema referred to her slightly shorter friend, the cobra who was carrying a metal vase chock full of wine. "She's giving me the look again. Isn't she cute?"

"Tone that down, cutie," Neferi giggled behind her purple snout veil, "Nobody wants to see a scowl on a little girl like you, don't you know?"

"Y-you're younger than me, Neferi..." Thema said, although the difference in height and curves really made the argument lack in weight. Neferi was another one of lady Jhutep's servants, but she specialized in dancing for entertainment. However, with the sheer amount of hands needed in the catering of the Pharaoh's second Sed feast, even the attractive young cobra had to play the part of waitress.

"Oh! You still know how to talk. I thought lady Jhutep had taken your tongue," Neema cracked a laugh, "It's hard to tell what's going on with you nowadays, Thema. You're just so pathetic it's hard to tell if you're there at all sometimes."

"Aw, you're being too mean to her, Neema. It's not her fault she's flat as a board and as interesting as... well, lady Jhutep said something to that effect once, didn't she? Teehee!" the cobra had a bubblier disposition than the lioness, but her words hurt just the same. Thema decided to keep quiet and grabbed her fruit bowl, ready to turn around and leave. Right before she could take a step away, however, she ran into one of the guests and bumped against them with her bowl.

"Ahh! I'm so sorry!" the panther girl practically screeched. She was usually quiet and demure, but easily became startled. The bowl slipped her hands and fell to the floor without breaking, but the fruit scattered around. She made haste to kneel down and pick up after her mess. Fortunately, the mess wasn't big, so she had avoided a commotion and had already knelt down and apologized. Thema thought she was safe, but what she didn't understand was why she hadn't even heard a peep from either Neema or Neferi after her blunder.

With curiosity nagging at the back of her mind, Thema glanced behind her for a moment only to see her fellow servants had also fallen to their knees and were currently bowing. Lady Jhutep had forbidden Thema from looking at any patron in the eyes unless they gave her the order, so she had her eyes closed the entire time she was picking fruits up from around her. She then realized who it was they were bowing to when she decided to bring her head forwards. Thema's eyes froze just at the same time a ship sunk into the pit of her stomach. "I..." she stammered, "I'm so... so sorry. My prince!"

Before Thema stood a tall, sleek jackal of ebony fur and masculine features. Dressed in an outfit that favored his athletic body, prince Numar looked as imposing as his father. The panther servant rushed to gather the strewn about fruit, her heart beating even faster than what she had expected for a worst-cast scenario like this one. Two seconds in Thema realized she hadn't been able to take her eyes off the prince; not just because of his handsome face, but the expression on said visage. Instead of a haughty smirk or cold glare, Numar seemed to be offering Thema a gentle smile as he bent down at the knee. "Please allow me to help you," the young jackal said, making Thema's eyes bulge out comically and her movements freeze.

The gesture elicited a couple of outraged gasps from the surrounding nobility. Thema's ears splayed as she was suddenly aware of all the muttering and judgmental eyes. "N-no! I mean, I beg of you, your highness, this is the task of a lowly servant! It's my fault!" the pantheress insisted, her paws resuming gathering the apples and pomegranates nearby. She let out a timid whimper when Numar grabbed an orange out of her reach and brought it to her basket.

"Nonsense. I was in your way," the prince firmly replied, "Food is not to be wasted. The sooner it leaves the ground, the better!" Thema could feel the kind wisdom flowing out of Numar's lips, but she couldn't shake off the pressure. At the same time, she couldn't bring herself to deny the pharaoh's son a second time; she was very much attached to her head after all. And yet for all of the crushing anxiety she was feeling, the moment she was sharing with the prince was making Thema's heart go aflutter.

"What am I thinking...?" the panther felt her paws shake, which in turn made the fruit in her basket rattle. Thema had to hold the bowl down in order to keep its contents from spilling forth again. There was a tightly tied knot at her throat and the place suddenly felt fifty degrees warmer.

"There. Much better," the jackal smiled, standing back up. He seemed quite aloof at the way the apprehensive way the other nobles were looking at him. Numar was pensive for a moment as he watched the panther wobble up to her feet. "May I have your name?" he asked, holding the last pomegranate in his paw, clearly intending to eat the sweet, juicy fruit. The pantheress couldn't feel the usual wetness on her tongue; it was as if her mouth had become as arid as the deserts of Egypt. All she wanted to utter was her gratitude, and she would have eventually regained the ability to speak until a voice was raised.

"Thema, you foolish girl!" lady Jhutep emerged from the crowd, pushing her way in. "By the almighty Ra, why are you inconveniencing the young prince?!" the old jackal woman didn't even give Thema a fraction of a second to reply before her owner grabbed her by the head and forced it down. "Where are your manners? Bow your head at the prince. Your highness, I am ever so sorry this girl's deplorable conduct! I will be sure to discipline her..."

"Ah, lady Jhutep," Numar was familiar with the brash woman, being that she was one of his mother's friends. "I wasn't aware this was one of your servants. But I can assure you there's no need for..."

"Thema, apologize!" Lady Jhutep insisted, her pride damaged by the myriads of disapproving eyes casting their gazes down on her. She only pushed down harder on the panther's head, reaching back to gesture her other two servants to get back up on their feet.

"I'm sorry!" Thema quickly said, her heart and mind being returned to her every-day reality as her face was practically buried into her fruit bowl at this point. "I apologize for my foolishness, oh great son of the Pharaoh!" she spoke out the best way she could, the fruit being squished and popping open against her face. Soon she was drenched in sweet and sticky juices.

"Oh, your highness..." Neema carefully skirted around the embarrassing situation and headed straight for the prince. She approached Numar with the perky Neferi following closely behind. They each hugged one of the jackal's arms and fluttered their eyes up at him. "Forget about that silly little kitten. A bigger cat yearns for your attention..." the lioness purred up at the male.

"We'll make you forget this embarrassment. Don't you worry!" Neferi grinned behind her veil, squishing her slightly smaller although no less impressive bosoms alongside Neema's to Numar's sides.

"Don't you want to spend some time with _real_women...?" Neema invitingly gazed up at their young ruler while Neferi wagged her tail and let out a sweet giggle.

"Ah! You're both flattering me, ladies, but..." before the blushing prince could look away from the two beautiful women clamoring for his attention, Numar realized lady Jhutep and her other servant were gone. The crowd had dispersed and the mood had returned to normal. It was almost as if they had never been there. Only a few droplets of spilled fruit juice remained as evidence. The young jackal let out a sigh.

Thema had experienced a number of feelings she hadn't become sure about yet. The strong beating in chest had calmed down and she didn't feel her palms slippery anymore at least. Lady Jhutep was using her loud voice as she dragged Thema by the wrist down the palace halls, but the panther couldn't hear her. Instead, the gentle voice of prince Numar continued to echo in the feline's head.

The slave realized the happiness she felt was because of the kindness she had received from the prince. She wanted to talk to him some more, get to know him, be without the pressure of so many eyes on them. Yet that thought was dispersed as a fantasy by the anxiety she felt about their disparaged social status. There was also the matter of how little attractive she was. The last thing the panther had heard after all had been Neferi and Neema's voices. The "bigger cat", "forget this embarrassment" and "_real_women" phrases in particular.

"...honestly, I should have left you back the house," lady Jhutep continued her irate rambling, suddenly skidding to a halt once they were outside by the bright sun. She had finally realized most if anything she had said had gone completely unheard by her servant. "Are you even listening? Sometimes you worry me, Thema," she sighed.

Snapping back to reality, Thema caught herself just in time to offer her mistress an apologetic bow. "I'm sorry, milady. I apologize for shaming you like this."

"...listen to me, young lady," the jackal noble lifted her snout while gazing down at the panther, "We'll discuss this issue back at home. However, don't think for a moment I did not catch that look you were giving to his highness."

Thema gasped in surprised, eyes wide with shock. She stood there, half-way bent in the bowing-down position as lady Jhutep walked around her.

"Please don't insult me, servant. You aren't the only woman in Egypt who's ever been young," the mistress smirked down at the nervous panther. "But you did yourself no favors by acting so deplorably desperate back there. Had the young prince been as petulant as my son, for example, I doubt we would be having this pleasant little chat. You should consider yourself lucky you're not being humiliated by the nobles as a toy. I know outraged elitism when I see it in their eyes."

The panther rose a little simply so she could take a look at her owner. It was the first time in her life as a servant that lady Jhutep had talked to her this much. "Milady, I..."

"I'm not done," the jackal interrupted, impatiently slamming a palm down on a tall lidded vase. "As you know, my husband isn't of noble birth, and yet he still is my beloved little bat. It started as attraction, and soon enough we developed feelings deeper than that. But you?" she sighed again, "The queen has told me she is grooming the prince to marry him off soon. You'd be competing with several heavy contenders, Thema. A plain servant against a nobleman's daughter; what hope do you have? Listen to me: This will only serve to do you harm."

The words rang heavy, and pessimism engulfed the young panther. "Of... of course, milady."

Lady Jhutep gave Thema a look up and down, shaking her head in disappointment. "Even if the Gods had been kinder to you with a bosom or buttocks as Neema's or Neferi's..." the jackal mumbled and then paused, for once deciding not to rub it in. "No. You must forget about this hollow dream. I will not see you destroy yourself or my standing. Is that understood? "

Having not much of a say in the matter, Thema relegated herself to nodding quietly. The panther then felt a finger push her chin up and her eyes met her mistress'.

"This is for our own good. Don't humiliate yourself or me any further. Now, I have to head back," lady Jhutep rearranged her hair and gently posed with a hand on her hip. "How do I look?"

"Dazzling, milady," Thema quickly said, already used to playing yes-woman with her mistress. Although part of her meant the compliment since, for her mature age, the jackal noblewoman was quite well maintained.

"Perfect. Pick up some fruit in the market and head on home," lady Jhutep said, handing Thema a small purse of coins. "After cleaning, you may take the rest of the night off." With that, the jackal sauntered right off, leaving Thema with the purse in paw and a confused expression on her face.

"I guess I never noticed... she's a noble and my mistress, and she can sound so despicable but..." Thema turned around to begin walking in the direction of the market, "...she's got her own way of caring. Still..." her ears splayed against her skull again, feeling depressed about the turn of events. "She's right. The only way of being accepted by the nobles without being one would be being charming enough for them to ignore it."

Thema thought how Neema would have no problems doing that. "... and... and she might even..." she pouted as she thought back about how easily she seduced the men back at the Sed feast, looking down at her flat chest in sadness when she recalled the way the lioness' large breasts squished against Numar's side. "He... he wouldn't... he's not the type to...? I wonder..." she ruminated in her flustered mind. Without being able to compete with Neema who Thema knew didn't care about love, there really was no chance to compete with a noble's daughter out to bewitch the prince.

In the end, Thema gave up and decided to focus on her duties, thinking it might help with forgetting her foolish dream. The usually bustling market was very quiet with the Sed at the palace. After all, the entire kingdom was celebrating the Pharaoh's prosperous rule. She picked up lady Jhutep's favorites from the fruit vendor and was ready to leave for home when her feline ears picked up a conversation between a drunken priest and a vendor.

"'n then the lil' rascal made off wit'out even listenin' to my lecture," the tall horse grumbled, hiccupping mid-sentence. "Ingrate brats, all 'o them! The Gods will... will set it right, see?"

"Yes, yes. Of course," the vendor absent-mindedly nodded to his customer's rambling. This was certainly not the first time.

"Ya don't... shound very convinced," the horse hiccupped again, "But see, there is a karma to this all, mah friend. Why else do you..." another hiccup and a stammer prompted the horse to take another swig of his canteen, "...ahh, why else do you think mah wife's sho... sho beautiful? It's because I take such... good, good care of the shrine of the goddess!"

"Ah..." the vendor seemed uninterested, but didn't walk away from the rambling, grinning priest. "Bastet must really like you. I wish my wife was as buxom as yours."

"Haha... you... you're not devout enough, mah friend!" the horse laughed, practically neighing at that point. He face planted onto the vendor's counter next, the rat sighing and shaking his head.

"And what you are is lucky she puts up with you," the vendor shrugged, then looked in Thema's direction. "See something funny, little kitten?" he asked while taking the horse's canteen off his hands. Thema shook his head and slowly took a step back, "Go on then, scram!" he hollered as the panther dashed off, taking a swig of his unconscious customer's drink. "Whew. Strong stuff. "

As Thema made her way back home, she couldn't help but think back about the drunkard's words. "The goddess Bastet..." she repeated in her head, "She's the goddess of beauty and fertility. Is she really responsible for that priest's wife's beauty?" she thought to herself. There was no way anything a drunken priest said could be held in esteem, but Thema couldn't trust mother nature with her curves any longer. "...could it be...?" she thought again, hugging the fruit bundle against her flat chest.

An idea occurred to Thema. She had the night off. The Sed feast would continue on for a while. With the priest drunk and out of the picture, there wouldn't be any security in the temple dedicated to Bastet. Thema had never once in her life considered asking the Gods for something as shallow as a boon of beauty for herself, but she truly wanted to have a shot at charming the prince. A prayer or two couldn't hurt. And if this was the way for her wish to come true, she would pray all night and do whatever was necessary!

The temple of Bastet, goddess of protection and motherhood, was a shrine located on the western side of the royal city. Only the finest materials had been used to erect its walls and ceilings. One could see the greenery harmonize with the golden sheen highlighting corners and mid-points on the temple's columns and rooftop.

The road leading inside of the shrine had been paved with bricks lined up in columns of different shades of yellow all the way to a dark orange, representing the Gods' connection with the Sun. Inside was even larger and more spacious than it seemed. The circular space enshrined a three layered water fountain which was on at every hour of the day and maintained by the priest. It was a beautiful sight on nights when the moonlight would filter in and make crystalline water sparkle majestically.

Overlooking the impressive piece was a tall alabaster statue depicting the goddess herself. A tall, curvaceous lioness dressed in what appeared to be fine silks and luxurious accessories, including a tiara with three precious gemstones incrusted in the fine material.

Thema felt absolutely overwhelmed. It was late at night. The Sed feast was still going on and she had no doubt everybody was making merry. It gave her the perfect chance to be the only one at the temple, and yet she was truly overtaken by the splendor of the opulent décor. Everything was shiny to the point of glossiness, certainly not the maintenance state inspired by the frivolous priest she had met earlier. "Maybe he drinks so much because he has to keep this huge place spotless by himself..." Thema joked half-heartedly, not wanting to imagine cleaning lady Jhutep's house on her own again.

Having placed a basket with fruit and fish bought with what little money she had saved up at Bastet's feet, Thema nervously looked around and gulped. Not only was she humbled by the gigantic shrine for the deity, but the sheer size and proportions of the statue. The artist had clearly taken the "motherly" aspect of Bastet to certain voluminous extents. Regardless of how pathetic it made her feel about being envious of a statue, Thema smiled at the prospect of having those wide hips and large breasts for herself. Being beautiful would allow her to be with the prince; she just knew it.

Part of her denied even the remote possibility of what she was considering, however. Thema accepted she was desperate, but she reminded herself how little faith she always had put on higher powers. After all, any higher power whose divine plan included her being the butt of every joke as a slave with womanly peers such as Neema and Neferi bullying her day in and day out certainly didn't deserve her worship. But things had changed. She really wanted this miracle. With the offering in place and kneeling down, Thema took a deep breath and held her hands in front of her while closing her eyes in prayer.

The panther didn't know any secret words or special rites, but she figured a feline like herself would enjoy tasty grilled fish and fresh fruit. All she wanted was for Bastet to show herself and accept her gifts in order to strike any sort of bargain; Thema really did not know how Gods worked. Since she had also never once taken a step into any of the temples, the slave also didn't know that on nights of a bright full moon such as this one, the effects of prayer and worship were able to reach the realm of deities without filter. The hedonistic Sed at the palace was ensuring no interference got in the way of Thema's earnest prayer, since most of the kingdom's people were too busy drinking and tending to their pleasure to bother those of higher power.

A bright light began engulfing the inner shrine and before Thema realized it, the place had begun trembling. "Oh...?" she opened one eye followed by the other, looking down at a stray pebble bouncing along the floor before suddenly coming to a halt. There was an uncomfortable silent pause but Thema never got to utter a single word. Her eyes were blinded by the now radiant light bathing the sanctuary. An impactful wave of invisible pressure knocked Thema on her back, only allowing her to pull her arms up to shield her face from whatever had forced her eyes shut again.

"Nnnaaaaahhhh...!" a deep breath made the shrine quake once more. Thema could hear a sustained moan of relief which told her she wasn't alone anymore. "Mmm... oh finally I can stretch! It feels so good!" a voice reconfirmed that the panther wasn't in solitude anymore; she was afraid of reopening her eyes.

But Thema couldn't afford to keep herself blind for the rest of the night. Pushing herself up on her knees, the servant blinked her eyes open, seeing everything blurred at first. Thema rubbed her eyes once to get her vision properly working again, and then a second time when she was able to see who was right in front of her. "Oh... my... Goddess...!"

Standing an Amazonian 8ft. tall, the same lioness depicted in the statue of Bastet had appeared before Thema in the flesh. A body with plentiful curve yet slender proportions was dressed in soft silken cloth that exposed the mid-riff and most of the legs; Thema was convinced even Neema would be jealous of this lioness' prodigious bosom. Long strands of smooth and straight black hair cascaded along the huge feline's nude back, her bangs pulled back by her golden bejeweled tiara. "That is certainly an eloquent way to put it, little one," the enormous woman spoke, practically blowing Thema's mind in one sentence. "I am Bastet. Your fervent prayer has summoned me from the realm of Gods and I must say..." the lioness brought a finger up to her cheek, resting her elbow on her other forearm, "...You interrupted quite the entertaining game of cards; and I was winning. For what purpose have you summoned me on this full moon night, mortal?"

Each word that came out of Bastet's pillowy red lips seemed to leave Thema in a renewed trance, making her feel completely insignificant. "...cards?" the servant repeated, the spell broken as mundane dealings turned the conversation quasi-normal. Seeing that Bastet's sharp red eyes so much as twitch, Thema completely lost her nerve and rapidly reached over for the basket she had set in front of her. "I... milady, muh-my Goddess, I've prepared a small offering for you!" she said, holding up the roasted fish and fruit she had prepared. Thema hadn't actually planned out on how to properly present her offering, but she was still overwhelmed and had to think fast.

One of Bastet's ears perked up, the other splaying down. The Goddess narrowed her eyes at Thema as if sizing her up and then she leaned forwards to silently inspect the basket's contents. Just by bending over at a 45 degree angle, the tremendous pair of lion melons barely held in place by the silk cloth practically bounced forwards, as if ready to spill forth. It was nothing short of a miracle that Bastet's big breasts managed to remain confined.

Thema pressed her arms together trying to steady her grip on the basket; the last thing she wanted to do was drop the offering. But she couldn't help being nervous. Not only had she suddenly learned that Gods in fact existed, but the one who made her bully look like a prepubescent little girl seemed to be considering her gift. The servant's heart was racing.

Bastet's nose flared only a tiny bit as she smelled what she was seeing. Immediately she pulled back and rested her hands on her hips, closing her eyes and sticking her nose up. "I will postpone my game that I might partake of your delicious gifts, mortal. You may feed your Goddess."

There was an uncomfortable pause as Thema wiggled in place from excitement, doing her best not to scream in happiness. Another small quake made the panther jump up in the air as the mini-giantess dropped down to her soft but hefty rump, crossing her legs and opening her mouth with a lazy yawn. Realizing what the lioness wordlessly was relaying, Thema quickly got up on her feet and stepped next to the goddess. "E-excuse me... would you prefer fish or fruit first?"

"Fish!" Bastet said, her tail smacking the ground impatiently. "Today, mortal."

"Ah, y-yes! Of course. Thank you, my goddess!" Thema reached into the basket while holding it up with the handle on top of her forearm. Wasting no time she produced one of the roasted delicacies which were her personal favorites. Carefully Thema put the fish in front of Bastet's open mouth that closed around the head of the treat before practically inhaling it whole.

"Mmm... squishy and flavorful. Another." Bastet demanded, prompting Thema to take out a second roasted fish to feed the goddess with. Like this, Thema rapidly exhausted her supply until she had to move onto the fruits, which consisted of red and green apples, figs and pomegranates. "Don't peel them," the goddess surprised Thema with the request, but saw her easily tear each fruit apart with powerful pearly-white fangs. The panther could almost swear she could hear Bastet purr with fruit juice escaping her lips. "...no more?"

"I... I apologize, milady... This is all I could buy..." Thema whimpered, actually regretting the fact she hadn't saved up more. Getting her own money was hard since slaves did not get paid, but sometimes she managed to find dropped gold with no recipient to give it back to, and that was her main income. Heavily reliant on chance, but had amounted to something. "If... if you gave me time, perhaps I could..."

Bastet interrupted Thema by raising an open-palmed paw. "Excuses are unnecessary. While my appetite is still unappeased, I can appreciate such forward and proper care from your dedication, mortal. Now, waste not anymore of my time and tell me why you have summoned me."

"Ah!" Thema was surprised at how direct and to the point the goddess was, but this gave her the opportunity to state her wish. "My Goddess, please, I beg of you..." the panther began, dropping down to her knees once more and prostrating herself before Bastet. "My body is not attractive enough. I wish for a more feminine appearance. I implore you..."

"Very well then," Bastet immediately responded, making Thema flinch in shock.

"That easily?!" The panther thought to herself, an eye twitching in disbelief at her luck. "I uhm... if it's not much of a bother..." Thema meekly spoke, lifting her head up slightly to see Bastet lazily tossing her beautiful hair over her shoulders.

"Your wish shall be granted, mortal, as it is but child's play for the goddess of protection and motherhood to draw out the inner femininity of a troubled woman such as you," Bastet slowly rose up to her imposing stature, "However, be aware that more tribute will be necessary after the deed is done. Is that acceptable?"

"Anything!" Thema practically screamed in her eager desperation, but calmed down and then quietly said: "I'll do anything for you, milady. I am so grateful to you."

Bastet silently looked down at the small panther. She certainly was short, even with their clear size difference. That dirty blonde hair styled so short needed to be grown out, among other things. The Goddess thoughtfully observed the faithful Thema, taking note of the sincerity of her words. A smile curled up on the tall lioness' lips; she hadn't seen such an earnest mortal with such honesty in a long time. "Understood. Close your eyes and leave everything up to me. But first... Your name, mortal."

At the demand, the panther happily acquiesced and had never been more eager to grovel, "It is Thema, your ladyship."

"Then, Thema, let us begin!" Bastet spread her arms to the sides, a golden aura suddenly sweeping up like a whirlwind of warm air enveloping the goddess. The low-cut silk skirt around her waist flapped up with the strong breeze and her long hair seemed to ride the currents in wavy motions.

Recalling Bastet's orders, Thema closed her eyes and tried to relax. Her heart was beating faster than ever. She didn't need any spiritual powers or even her eyes to be able to see the increasing amount of pressure localizing directly in front of her. Something was happening.

Bastet brought a closed paw forth and opened it with her palm aimed down at the groveling panther. "I can see unto your core, Thema. Your maiden heart belongs to someone else already. Its purity is sullen by envy and jealousy cast by your own insecurity. The pain will only go away once you embrace yourself. Be aware of that when next you look at your new reflection. Attractiveness is but a fraction of true womanhood. I shall bring forth what nature has been holding back all this time from you..."

Once Bastet's speech fell silent, the oppressive aura spilling out from her grew softer and more distant until only pleasant warmth remained. This sensation seemed to touch Thema's nose before it began spreading to every last inch of the panther's body. Gentle tingling had Thema purring like a kitten in no time. The golden glow surrounding Bastet was surging at the base of the goddess' feet and rising all the way up to her shoulders before being poured into Thema through the lioness' arms.

Thema felt incredible amount of energy welling up within her. Warmth evolved into stronger heat, inevitably making the servant gasp out for air as she clutched her chest. Her breathing accelerated and soon enough gradual changes began manifesting. The transformation started with Thema's bosom, which bulged against its wrappings. Frightened by the unknown, Thema was wary at first. When her fingers encountered resistance which quickly softened and provided cushioning, she thought about how strange it was that until then the sensation had been completely absent.

The panther's senses briefly became heightened with the experience. Her ears twitched and stood up straight at the distinct sound of her wrappings being stretched by her burgeoning flesh. Thema was overwhelmed as every last nerve terminal in her stretching skin became a receptacle for an abundance of pleasure that she didn't know was possible. Eyes widened with sparkling anticipation in her yellow irises. The expansion was leaving Thema breathless as she watched her chest wrappings begin to really strain to keep fluff and breast flesh from spilling at the top and bottom.

"Ah!" the servant cutely mewled, "S-so tight!" she exclaimed with reddening cheeks. It wasn't just the mammary glands, the areola and nipples were adjusting their size to the additional mass acquired over time, making them a bigger and bigger area for the precarious wraps to squeeze back against. Thema had every intention of undoing the wraps or just outright tearing them off, but her arms felt like putty with every nerve in her body screaming in unison. "I-I'm going to burst... m-milady- ahhh...!"

"Balderdash, little one," Bastet dismissed, "The femininity I'm extracting out into the world simply cannot be held back by mere paltry cloth. You will have to re-approach your choice in wardrobe, however."

Without having time to think of a rebuttal much less coherently speak, Thema was relegated to moaning from the pleasure of her body changing. "Muh-my hips... they're on fire!" the panther whimpered as a hand practically magnetized to her sides. Panting and with her tongue lolling out, Thema was forced to witness her loincloth shrink around her flaring hips. The flap between her legs was soon caught between the reducing gap between her filling out thighs, granting her muscle and girth to her lengthening legs.

Thema was growing taller as a result of the changes, and her outfit steadily shrank without quarter. "Feels... so strange but... so good!" the gasped out. Despite the incipient curvature settling in on her new figure, her legs remained slender albeit significantly longer than before. The pantheress climbed no less than half a foot in height on leg alone, giving her petite stature a noticeable bump that further accentuated the strategic gain in width.

Her short hair was a dirty blonde, but the godly energies transforming Thema granted her mane a new, golden luster. The strands lengthened, covering her shoulders and then her back in straight locks of flawless blonde hair. She gained one particularly long bang that extended from the left side of her head and fell over her shoulder. The rest of her hair grew all the way down to the small of her back.

"Stunningly beautiful," Bastet murmured with an approving smile, intensifying her spell to provide her new devotee with more power to fuel the changes the black panther was going through.

Absolutely nothing initially changed about Thema's waist, but it inevitably became stylized as the skin of her torso stretched up and down to her top and bottom respectively. The increasing heft in her buttocks made Thema blush even harder. She was unable to stop the feeling of her loincloth wedging in between her enlarging gluts which her clumsy and trembling paws could barely hook onto to pull back out. The bigger that ass grew the more invisible her pale undergarments became as they were swallowed into that deepening crack. Thema felt like her rapidly developing body was in a fight with her clothes.

The slave's outfit however was simply fighting a losing battle. Not only were Thema's ass cheeks and widening hips making the loincloth turn outrageously undersized, but the chest wrappings above were at their limit trying to hold back the panther's expanding breasts. "S-so big! I'm getting so big!" the combined sensations were making Thema quake with thrill. Her tits were like two pulsing globes of glossy black fluff pushing out against their constraints. There was simply so much breast flesh to contain that Thema's boobs were simply spilling out above and below for the most part. Their constantly increasing weight was too much for those pale white bands of common cloth and soon enough they began to tear apart.

"Indeed you are. And so much more than even I expected," Bastet spoke with curious anticipation. Both felines' ears splayed the moment the first band from the very top snapped. The second and third followed with a loud gasp of relief from Thema as her huge panther tits spilled forth and bounced like the enormous, perfectly perky spheres they had become. The black furred, pink tipped boobs jiggled and wobbled gelatinously at first before settling in their new glorious shape. Even the goddess was impressed, "That is a radical transformation, dear Thema; very interesting!"

"Uhhh.. huh...?" the panther couldn't even process what was happening. Her senses were overloaded with the new sensitivity of those magnificent tits. Just the fact they had knocked into one another after their release drove Thema crazy. Even the chilly night breeze caressing her fur felt like it was personally stroking her hardening nipples. With a hiss, the servant dropped to her palms, practically pulled down by the tremendous weight of her new chest. "S-so heavy... and they're still, ahhh..."

Bent over on all fours, Thema's tail shot up high as her bottom swelled, meowing in delight at the pressure. The threads going around her hips had inevitably ridden up to her narrow waist, a result of the circumference of her sides having become excessively wide for her loincloth. The underwear simply vanished behind her voluminous rump, which was responsible for tugging the cloth at the front back against her moist womanhood. All Thema could do was grit her teeth and bear it as her ass grew bigger and bigger, until she heard another liberating snap which destroyed the threads holding her now superfluous loincloth.

Already over the size of her own head, the pantheress' boobs neatly began to pool against the tiled floor, making her hiss at the cold. Thema's eyes went from briefly looking at Bastet's feet down at her impressive cleavage which continued to grow deeper and deeper with the size of each watermelon sized chest pillow. This was above and beyond any and all of the servant's fantasies. She wasn't just stacked; her tits had grown big enough that they constantly brushed against her arms, not to mention each other. Thema could feel how her nipples had practically tripled in size from their original size; to the point they alone felt as big as the petite past version of her breasts.

With the transformation complete, Bastet finally pulled her paw back and closed it into a triumphant fist. "It is done," the lion goddess said and with a motherly tone asked: "Can you stand on your own?"

The question was a curious one to Thema. She was pretty sure she had just gained around thirty pounds just in tits and ass alone. Plus her chest felt deceptively heavier than it appeared much to her surprise. The panther was aware that larger breasts were going to be felt as extra weight, but she had never expected such a pair so heavy! "I... I will try, my goddess."

With wobbling limbs, Thema pushed herself back up to her feet. Stranding up straight brought a new world's worth of change when the perspective shifted to a different stratum. The ground appeared farther away and despite the weight of her immense bust, Thema felt paradoxically lighter than before. Whereas Thema's arms and legs had once become like putty, she had now regained all of her strength as if nothing had happened to her. Her new stature bolstered by her significantly longer legs had put her at over 6ft. tall, well over the size of even Lady Jhutep or even Neema.

Bastet appeared pleased with her work. "Truly impressive. This is the woman incarcerated within you, little one," she purred, sauntering over to the curvaceous black panther. "Now free to roam the lands of Egypt as you were meant to be. What do you think, dear?"

Thema could hardly believe it. She had to spin around on the tip of her toes to look at the new her. Her long hair fluttered in the air and neatly settled back once she stopped, each strand almost sparkling under the moonlight. Everything felt so big yet so right.

After they had finished growing, each breast was just short of being twice the size of Thema's head. The skin and fur which had stretched over the process had also smoothed over and joined the rest of her without leaving traces of the transformation.

Her waist was thin and svelte as always, a property which now stuck out plainly thanks to the immensity of her bust and the considerable width of her hips. For anybody who didn't know better, Thema looked like she had given birth more than once. Her long, womanly legs flared into thick thighs and even bigger buttocks that made her sides stick out in a finish to her extreme hourglass shape. Each rump cheek wasn't any smaller than Thema's breasts, and their spherical immensity was further enhanced by how tightly they smooshed against one another, capturing the image of a ripe peach together.

The panther's body was extraordinarily different from how it used to be and yet Thema felt so at home with her new form that the idea she used to be flat-chested seemed like an alien concept to her now. The insecurities and anxiety seemed to melt away as she placed a dainty paw on a cocked up hip. And despite the confident pose she had so naturally adopted, Thema gave Bastet her sunniest grin coupled with an expression of humble gratitude. "I am so happy. Milady, you have turned me into the most beautiful woman in Egypt! No man will be able to resist me now!"

"Or woman, for that matter, my dear," Bastet purred down at her while walking around Thema, stopping behind her and placing her claws down on the black furred panther's shoulders. The move shocked Thema, who immediately lost her nerve and mewled like an intimidated kitten. "Mmm, you are not the first I have assisted in drawing out their potential, Thema. But by far, you certainly have been the flower which has blossomed the most intensely. I must say I am... intrigued."

"I-intrigued, milady...?" Thema nervously asked with a meek smile, her eyes gazing down at one of Bastet's enormous legs stepping in front of her while she still held her down. Thema could feel the warmth of Bastet's loins against her perky new rump. The goddess seemed infatuated with her.

"Indeed. I would have my additional tribute now, mortal," Bastet whipped the air with her tuft-tipped tail as she leaned forwards, practically engulfing Thema's head between her titanic lion mounds. Even with the silk Thema could plainly feel all that fur and mammary fat weighing her down.

There was no way for the panther to properly react. She just stood there, overwhelmed by the Amazonian cat basically rubbing herself all over her body without giving her any quarter. Far be it from her to insult the goddess responsible for her new changes, Thema didn't dare to contradict her. "O-of course, my goddess. How can... how may I suh-mmph..."

Thema's words were cut short as Bastet's hand grabbed her cheeks from below and turned her face sideways, forcing their lips together into a kiss of otherworldly desire. Bastet's tongue wormed its way into Thema's open mouth, leaving the latter wide eyed and stunned. Thema had never experienced a kiss before and her heart had been aflutter with the idea of having her first one with a handsome man like prince Numar. Sharing it with a goddess had never once crossed Thema's mind, but she couldn't deny how good it felt.

Bastet was aggressive. To Thema, the much taller lioness was sparing her no quarter and practically sucking her mouth out. What the goddess was doing however was breaking the voluptuous panther into the passionate dance that was a wet tongue kiss. The fiery lesson involved their oral muscles tangling together tantalizingly. A world of new pleasures opened to Thema as she became able to discover another woman's taste through her tongue and saliva. It was an unlikely sweet, relaxing flavor that disarmed the panther, making her melt against the goddess. The relaxation was further accentuated by Thema's eyelids closing almost all the way, as if lost to a trance.

The noise they made was comprised of moans and loud, sloppy sounds. To Thema, it was like having her mouth covered with a mask and having its insides full to the brim. Their squirmy, rough feline tongues clashed with one-sided energy at first, but gradually Bastet felt movement from the panther's. Thema had been submissive all of her life and she was being overwhelmed by somebody stronger again. Yet at the same time given the option to fight back in what was an assured friendly bout. With respect, the panther started pushing back.

The kiss soon evolved into a two-way effort and it saw the two women eagerly share into one another. Thema emulated Bastet's movements, slapping her tongue around in her own mouth in order to repel the bigger invader, which continued to wrestle her down with little effort. It was simply amazing to the young servant. The wetness, the rapid movements, the accelerated breathing through the nose and the intensity of friendly competition drove her crazy and even more eager. Just as Thema was coming close to turning the tables, however, Bastet made a new move that left the speechless Thema wide-eyed and blushing.

The lioness' fingers were sinking, as if being absorbed into the black fur of Thema's right breast. The panther whimpered, moaned and mewled uncontrollably, prematurely ending their kiss as the intensity of Bastet's tit-grab almost had Thema screaming. Licking her lips to clean them of dribbling saliva, the goddess held Thema down by the waist with one hand and proceeded to fondle in kind with the other. "Mmm, just look at how heavy these are, Thema. Your breasts aren't just big. They are not mere eye catchers or two of the most sensitive zones in your new body."

"Ahhh... nnnghhaaaah..." panted the turned on Thema, who watched helplessly as Bastet toyed with one of her immense boobs. Every bit of playful defiance she had mustered up during their tongue kiss had dissipated and the panther again felt like putty in the paws of the lioness. The pleasure was almost indescribable for the servant who had lived all of her life without having this much breast flesh to offer.

Thema had always been amazed at how sensitive her breasts were even when small, but it seemed that the increase in mass had tripled their tenderness. She was completely at the mercy of the lioness, watching her squeeze, fondle, slap and tug at those beautiful tits of hers. Thema moaned, unable to hold herself back. She gasped and panted with an expression of yearning. The pleasure was intense, but she wanted more.

"Do you want to know what else is new?" Bastet asked in playful tone, her thumb and index slowly dragging over the fluff and breaching into the areola. Thema hissed as the exposed flesh was stimulated, her nipples already rock hard. The fingers continued their agonizingly slow journey over the areola, closing in together around the tip of Thema's nipple. "A woman is the bearer of life, dear Thema. And what do infants crave the most, if not what only a woman can provide?"

There was a pinch. Thema's fangs clenched together. It felt as if something was being drawn out of her. The sharp sensation gathered at her nipples. She felt their insides being stretched open. The minuscule tubes within being forced apart by an advancing rush of pleasure. As microscopic an event as it was, Thema's loins were burning over it. She flailed her arms at first, bringing her left forearm to bite down on it as she cried tears of joy. Through wet eyes the panther moaned into her forearm as she saw and felt the pinching turn into an almost unbearable tweezing, a creamy white substances starting to gather around the teat. Thema felt like she was about to explode.

And then all of a sudden, Bastet's fingers let go. In the same spontaneous manner, the goddess curled her forearm and grabbed Thema's breast from below, giving it a good squeeze. Thema, who had briefly relaxed and stopped biting her arm, suddenly screamed out loud as she felt the pressure at her teat grow to a breaking point. The top heavy servant's nipple squirted a thin jet of liquid which marvelously arched over the air.

Bastet observed with a smile and redoubled her effort, groping the unattended breast and started the process all over again. In the meantime, the lactating teat was coaxed into further lactation, soon causing breast milk to gush out in a steady stream. "You have so much in you, dear Thema. Frankly, even as a goddess, I am humbled to see this much on a girl who only recently gained her... ahem, attributes. Look at how creamy it is!"

"Ahhh... It's... It's coming out of my nipples. The milk... it won't stop...! Nnngh!" the panther squirmed in Bastet's grasp, her mind once again overwhelmed when her other breast began lactating as well. It felt amazing. The weight on her feline udders was so unbearable because her mammaries were swollen with cream. Thema couldn't believe she was lactating without expecting child; she had heard of women precociously producing and expelling it, but even pregnant or mothering women didn't make this much! "It's so much... it feels ahhh... feels so good!"

"And it tastes marvelously too, I'd wager..." the goddess said with a hungry purr. The charming sound of Bastet's voice this time was similar to the moment she had announced her 'intrigue' before. Thema had no chance to utter but a word before she found herself on her back on the cold floor.

"Oh! M-muh-my Goddess!" was the only coherent sentence leaving Thema's quivering lips before it was replaced with additional moans of pleasure. The towering Bastet had her pinned down, the lioness' muzzle rubbing against Thema's cleavage while those greedy fingers continued to squeeze meaty fluff and pinch wet nipples. All Thema could do was purr and moan. She couldn't believe that her goddess was doing this to her.

"Your Goddess demands tribute, dear Thema. And tribute she shall collect," the lioness's eyes looked up, her face rising to meet Thema's sight as her rough lion tongue caressed the cleavage. There was that devious smirk on the lioness' heavenly face again. "Take a deep breath, if you will!" she chuckled. No sooner than she said that, Bastet chose the left boob and wrapped her lips around it.

Thema, who had made the attempt at a deep breath, ended up almost choking with delight when she felt the plush lips press down against her areola. Bastet's mouth tugged at the nipple flesh with vigorous suckling and very soon the goddess tasted Thema's natural cream.

Impressed by the mortal's flavorful and rich milk, Bastet let go of the teat and kept her fingers pinched around it. She watched Thema squirm for a moment and went down on the other breast, just as hungrily sucking on its nipple. The sweetness and texture was incredible. No matter how much Bastet drank to quench her thirst, the liquid continued to go down easy. The goddess was absolutely marveled and decided she had to have more. With renewed vigor and excitement she grabbed the underside of those massive panther tits and began squeezing anew, milking Thema like a feline cow.

Thema was seeing green. Flashes of vibrant color nearly blinded her in spite of her eyes being tightly shut. She was close to an orgasm just from having the goddess nurse off her milky tits. There was simply no resisting it and just when Thema thought she was easing into release, the greedy lioness squeezed each tit into one another. "Ahhhh!" screamed Thema in pure bliss. The moment Bastet reopened her mouth she gluttonously shoved both nipples into her mouth and began drinking from both breasts at once. Thema's shapely thighs became the shelf upon which the stream of her womanly juices spilled onto.

With every ounce of milk consumed, Thema experienced a bliss that smashed her over the head like a wall of bricks. When her nipples ejected the coveted liquid through their sensitive ducts, the panther's arousal surged alongside a welcome feeling of relief. Even though Bastet was milking her dry, that very fact was granting a strange but adored reprieve with the lifted extra weight from Thema's massive breasts.

At the end of the milking, all Bastet was doing was eagerly sucking air. Thema panted in exhaustion, unable to process the insane bout of pleasure she had experienced. "Oh my Goddess..." Thema finally allowed herself a phrase when Bastet pulled away, seemingly satisfied. "I... Oh, lady Bastet, that was incredible. Heavenly even! But what have you done to me? I must have lactated a full vase's worth!"

"I know. And it was simply so rich and flavorful," the lioness remarked, brushing her hair back and resting her cheek on an open palm with a big grin on her face. "You will forgive me for not sharing, mortal. That was part of the tribute you owed me, after all."

"Puh-part of it...?" Thema asked with eyes full of worry, yet there was no denying she could get used to being milked by such an eager goddess.

"Indeed. Your body is like my own: Perfect in aesthetic. I must have it," the goddess commanded without even blinking. Thema couldn't believe her ears, but then she realized Bastet wasn't lying. Looking between them, the only four major differences between them were their hair and eye color, height and the difference in their species. Otherwise, they shared their proportions which the lioness was more than eager to get her paws on.

For that moment, Thema forgot all about her goals and aspirations. She had not only been given the gift of feminine endowment, but had also been introduced to pleasures thus far relegated to fantasy. She had to have that goddess' body to herself too, if at least for this one night. Thema couldn't say no to Bastet. "Milady, I want you, too."

"Good. There really was no choice for you in the matter, but I'm glad we share in the sentiment," the deviant lustfully responded, suddenly standing up straight and stretching her arms. As if possessed of intelligence, the silk dressing Bastet began to smoothly slide off her curvaceous body, revealing the amazon's equally titanic breasts and awe-inspiring child-birthing hips. "Now, my faithful little child..." the sexy lioness smirked and carefully sat down, moving her tail out of the way and spreading her thick legs to reveal her puffy labia to Thema. "Before we share in the flaming passion of the carnal between women, you must reciprocate the pleasure I just granted you."

"Y-yuh-yes...?" Thema could barely sit up, shy eyes peeking at the dream-like sight before her. She was unsure of what to do next. She had seen women other than herself naked before, especially while tending to Lady Jhutep in her bath time. However, other than under orders of washing, Thema had never so much as accidentally brushed along another person's privates.

"Don't be so meek, dear Thema. What I'm requesting is only natural. You do not want to disappoint, am I wrong?" Bastet said; her voice sovereign in spite of its soft tone as always. "Despite being a goddess', my womanhood yearns for attention as much as yours. Now approach, for my patience withers."

Still unsure but motivated by the deity's orders, Thema shifted on her bulbous rump and crawled over to Bastet, her ears flattening against her skull as she looked up at the much larger lioness.

"Your lips will kiss mine again, only this time it'll be the ones right..." Bastet reached down, pushing her tits together with her arm as she put her fingers onto her vulva and spread the labia open. The open womanhood was unnaturally pink, glossy like sparkly makeup even. Thema could perceive the soft scent of vanilla wafting out of the goddess' holy temple with her nose, the smell as intoxicating as it was sweet. "...here." She paused, smirked, and added: "Just like I taught you."

Thema felt uneasy, but at the same time bolstered by Bastet's eagerness. The lioness was imposing, but it was true that kiss had taught Thema how to use her tongue. She had no idea if she was going to be good enough with it, but that sweet scent was beckoning her. For support, the pantheress gently laid her hands on Bastet's thighs, pressing down on their muscular contour. They felt fluffy yet they resisted with the firmness of an excellent mattress.

"Show me what you can do, dear." Bastet's encouragement only managed to make Thema's heart race. Deciding to drop her anxiety however, the panther started leaning down further and further until her nose was prodding the goddess' Venusian mound. Thema's nostrils opened wide as she inhaled the sweet scent again. It was almost aphrodisiacal in nature, further making the red-cheeked panther lose her mind in lust. Without thinking, Thema copied the same sudden move Bastet had used on her earlier and pushed her lips against the lioness' shiny pussy.

Bastet sighed and began to relax, amused at how literal her worshipper had taken her advice. It wasn't long before Thema was suckling her lips against the goddess' cunt, savoring the female juices oozing out as if it was mouth salivation. The panther heard Bastet's loudening purrs and decided to use her tongue to prod at the erected clitoris bulb above the hole. Thema showered the fleshy bulb in attention once she heard Bastet meow and playfully growl. "It's true," the panther thought, "Hers isn't any different to mine."

With that in mind, Thema adjusted herself with more confidence, positioning herself just right so she could lick the sensitive pink flesh wherever she found it. Over the next minute, Thema patiently explored the other woman's vagina, familiarizing herself with this new perspective. Although inexperienced, the pantheress was eager and Bastet could feel it in her ministrations.

The goddess brought a paw to her own breasts, massaging them in kind while the servant slurped all over her juicy cooch. "Go in... I can hardly wait!" the moaning lioness said, her usual commanding tone replaced by an adorable whimper of need. Thema responded without delay, plowing those fleshy folds with her tongue. The microscopic barbs of her tongue gave Bastet and incredible amount of stimulation, making her groan and then yelp in pleasure. Each individual rough flap on the oral muscle was like a tiny but over-eager masseuse ensuring the most sensitive of her invisible depths felt an intense sting. The multiple stings Bastet felt in her vagina were almost enough to set her off.

Thema could sense the desperation in Bastet's voice. It wasn't unlike her a few minutes ago, when Thema was convinced she would go off like an explosion. She felt grateful towards the goddess. Thema wanted the lioness to feel as good if not better than she had. With her resolve fueled, the mortal woman threw her arms under Bastet's legs and grabbed onto her massive buttocks. Thema made sure to squeeze the lioness' ass as hard as she could. Bastet replied with an approving growl which further bolstered Thema into shooting her tongue as far as it would go. From there, the panther whipped the oral muscle around with gusto, enjoying and driving Bastet to joy.

Between the eating out and all of the self and assisted fondling, Bastet was pleasantly overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure. With a single thrust of her hips, the lioness let out a roar of delight and proceeded to squirt. Her orgasm was strong enough to make Thema pull her tongue out and face back, but not before she got a facial of the goddess' sweet-scented juices. "Ahhh... even her juices are delicious..." Thema thought while scraping droplets off her whiskers and onto her tongue as if she was collecting nectar.

Bastet let go of her humongous tits and laid back with a big grin on her face. Her tail wagged back and forth, dusting up the floor from her excitement. She looked up just in time to catch Thema licking the juices off her fingers, smirking. "Good foreplay, dear. I do hope you're ready for the main event."

"Hmm?" Thema perked up just in time to catch herself so casually licking her paws clean of the goddess' vaginal juices. The remorse caught up quickly with the pantheress, who dropped to her knees and bowed. "Oh! O-of course! I must... present tribute..." she said with a smile on her face, her own straight tail swishing behind her springy bubble butt.

"Good girl," Bastet giggled, "Rise. That position is useless. You're offering your body to me now!" the goddess said, gesturing with her hand for Thema to lie down on her back again, which she did. "Simply marvelous. I will teach you how to enjoy your body, child. I expect gratitude," she smiled.

Thema wiggled in place, silent and submissive as usual. She saw Bastet rise to her feet like an imposing monolith, the moonlight casting her shadow over her. The pantheress blushed deeply and seemed to shrink in such a magnificent presence, but she was purring; her throat was quietly rumbling, she wanted this. She wanted to experience sex with another woman.

The large lioness once again straddled Thema, but this time there was no foreplay. There was no grandiose speech or explanation. This time Bastet just dove down to kiss Thema and pushed their nipples together, squishing their breasts into a tremendous boob press for the ages. Bastet grabbed Thema's paws in her own, their fingers wedging between each other's. Their legs placed neatly in line with their wet groins meeting each other. Finally their bodies were joined in the most intimate way possible.

The moment Thema felt her pussy touch Bastet's; she was welcomed in yet another stratum of newfound bliss. It didn't matter how similar or different the structures of their genitals were; they were rubbing against each other, being the reason and source of their own and the other's pleasure. They moaned into each other's mouths as they engaged in tongue kissing once again, their eyes closed to lose their senses into the magic of sexual union.

Thema's body vibrated, her entire being shaken to the core by the experience. When Bastet started rocking her hips, it almost felt like electricity was jolting their pussies. The more experienced lioness moved just right, ensuring their clitorises pushed together like a pair of buttons in charge of sending more and more pleasure to satisfy their shared arousal. In a similar fashion, their nipples tickled each other's areolas, further stimulating them into moaning like bitches in heat.

Bastet tightly gripped Thema's paws, receiving the same treatment in response. They held each other like significant others, yet their carnal act was nothing more than revelry in their sexuality. Humping away, they made love to each other without hesitation, kissing the night away in the bout of passion that managed to warm up the chilly sanctuary.

"I love this... I love this!" Thema thought to herself, practically crying with joy as her womanly self was taken by the goddess responsible for her newfound happiness. She could tell without hearing Bastet speak a word that the lion woman was truly enjoying this. The blonde panther wasn't the perfect partner thanks to her inexperience, but the goddess somehow made her feel like she was ideal. As a result, Thema gave more and more of her into the rough cuddling, humping and kissing back as hard as possible.

At the peak of the ritual, the breathless kiss finally came to an end and went off with a cacophony of feminine moaning and horny meowing. The brutal humping finalized with Bastet delivering one more pelvic thrust that created a mixture of squirted juices. They let go of their hands only to throw their arms around each other in an embrace, riding out their intense sexual climax together for as long as it would last...

When Thema next awoke, it was barely the crack of dawn. She was alone and naked in the center of Bastet's shrine. The panther recounted her memories as she looked down at her insanely hot body. The last thing she recalled was sharing that mind blowing evening with her goddess and falling unconscious. Her head was throbbing with some sort of hangover, as if she had been overindulging in wine. The soft scent of vanilla still lingered in the air, and what Bastet had been wearing was still lying down there, but there was no sign of the goddess. "Did she... go back?" Thema murmured with saddened eyes, crawling over to the discarded silk clothes. "She didn't bring these with her. Are they... a gift?"

The panther felt strange; lost even, as if she had completely forgotten something important. Her head still hurt, so she decided to get out for fresh air. The first thing she did was get up to her feet, but it was an initially unsteady effort. Everything under her hips felt numb. "Did we keep going at it? Oww, I can't remember..." the pantheress put a paw on her forehead, taking a deep breath to find her center. She slowly dressed her hourglass-curvy form in the fine silk. It was a good fit. Not too large, not too revealing. On Bastet it had looked particularly small, but Thema felt comfortable when moving with the goddess' outfit on.

The black feline carefully arranged her new long hair and briefly stopped to play with the long bang hanging over her shoulder. Her hair was so pretty and full of life now. She was pretty and full of life too. Thema had nothing to criticize herself about anymore. She had gotten what she wanted. And yet a lingering sentiment of doubt remained. She knew there would be no contest anymore. Any woman would feel inferior now; she would command attention far and wide. The trends of femininity would follow each and every one of her move from now on. And despite all of the empowerment Thema felt, despite how large she had grown, she still felt frail and small.

It was during that self-reflection that a voice rang from behind, shattering her thoughts like a spear through a fragile mirror. She heard a call to her person by name, but the voice she heard was a man's. Slowly and cautiously, Thema began to turn around, her long hair cascading over her back as her magnificent bust followed her movement in a graceful, curvaceous pose.

"It is you..."

Thema's amber eyes filled with shock at what she saw. Suddenly everything she had fantasized about until the previous night came rushing back to her. Her grace fell apart as her body stopped responding to her commands. She remained standing still like a statue, her lips quivering and her palms getting sweaty. Her heart was racing like crazy all of a sudden. "M-muh-muh-majesty..." she stammered with a nervous smile.

Standing in front of the unnatural beauty was the prince of Egypt, a small alabaster effigy in hand. Even with her longer legs and bigger body, the Anubian jackal was still a good half head taller than Thema. "You look so different today. Almost like a different person and yet..." Numar trailed off, noticing the unease with which the gorgeously curvy panther was looking at him. Only then did the young man fully take notice of the pronounced chest and wide hips the once featureless servant sported. His cheeks flushed with color and he had to clear his throat. "...ahem, I could somehow tell it was you."

Thema felt cornered. She hadn't thought this far ahead. "Get the boobs, get the ass... now what do I say? We're alone. I have nothing to prove to anybody. I... this...!" Thema desperately thought, shivering. She had expected to have time to plan and make her move once she had gotten used to her new self. But now nothing mattered. She had wished to speak with his highness and he was here in front of her, and he recognized her. They were on their own.

Unnerved by the silence, Numar hurried to apologize. "I'm sorry. I forgot myself in the pleasant surprise..." the prince said, taking a step forwards while trying not to stare. "Father was supposed to visit the shrine of the Gods after the Sed and place these effigies at the base of each statue. All the wine he had last night did not agree with his duties, it seems." With a smile, the jackal passed by Thema and gently put the alabaster effigy at the feet of Bastet's statue. "We must be thankful for this long-lasting peace. It has been sixty years since my father ascended the throne," Numar said without turning around; he was ensuring the effigy was perfectly aligned.

All Thema could do was silently stare at her crush at first. But the moment he started speaking, Thema could feel her anxiety melting away. He was talking to her about what he considered important. He recognized her as a servant, and he was still talking with her as if they were old friends. Something about his easy personality made Thema forget she was dealing with such an important figure in the kingdom.

"The time for succession is nigh. For all of the good he's managed to do for Egypt, he's not going to be around for much longer I'm afraid." Thema could see a melancholic smile forming on the young prince's snout as he adopted a prayer pose and bowed his head at Bastet. "But what I'm really afraid of is falling short of expectations. There is so much to consider. So much to do; so many lives to rule over. Sometimes I wonder if this honor should go to my younger brother. He's smarter, stronger, and he really hits it off with all the girls," he chuckled, but his smile soon grew sullen. "But he's also violently competitive. My people deserve to live worry free," he paused, suddenly falling silent. When he turned around, he was wearing an apologetic smile. "Ah, I'm boring you with my troubles. You certainly didn't ask to bear my weight. Please forgive me, Thema."

Every word that the panther heard, she seemed to perfectly understand. "Even royalty lives with expectations. He carries such a big burden! And yet he doubts himself in the face of what good character and initiative he has. His brother is not the one paying his respects to Bastet right now!" she thought with a huff. It felt unfair, yet she couldn't raise her voice to speak about it. All she could do was look at Numar with eyes full of compassion, quietly observing him as he turned around to walk away.

"Have a good morning," the heir to pharaoh bid his farewell, but before he could walk one step too far away, a hand grabbed him by the wrist.

"Please wait, great son of the Pharaoh!" Thema's voice rang out, surprising Numar who glanced down at the once mute panther in surprise. "A-ah! I mean... if it would please you, I have something... to... say..." the panther trailed off her words heavily, as if she had suddenly lost all of her nerve to talk at once. The blonde had no idea what had come over her, she had moved before she understood her feet were working again.

"Do go ahead, Thema. And please, call me Numar!" the jackal said with a little laugh, making Thema avert her gaze from him. She was redder than a tomato, and he found it cute.

"You..." Thema began, although she cut it short and started anew: "Numar, I can't believe you would say you would give up the throne and have someone else rule us. I have no idea about the first thing about ruling Egypt, but I in the short time I've come to personally know you, you have shown me kindness very few others have. And not just that... you did it without giving in to the pressure of nobles who look down on servants like me. I would love... I just know everyone would love being ruled by such a kind pharaoh!"

"Thema..." prince Numar raised his eyebrows, his tall black ears twitching. He had been left speechless.

"I... I'm sorry. I spoke out of turn. I shouldn't have... oh, Ra. I tried to lecture his highness...!" Thema was horrified, her head hanging low all of a sudden.

"Please hang your head high. I've never received such inspiring words of confidence before," Numar interjected, "But the truth is, I approached you because I've truly never seen eyes like yours before. So ethereal and entrapping, like staring straight into the Sun; I felt like I would burn if I stared too long."

The speechless one was Thema this time. Everything went black around them. She had just been complimented by the prince, who didn't feel like damning her for raising her voice at him. "Is... is that what you really think, your hi- ...Numar?"

"You were pulled away by Lady Jhutep before I could tell you this, but yes. I was simply charmed and wished to speak with you more after our first meeting. I must confess I did not expect ah... such a radical makeover to happen overnight, however."

"Ahh... I... huh?" Thema blinked her eyes rapidly, the panther finally remembering how much taller, top and bottom heavier she was now. "This..." she trailed off with a sad smile, "The truth is um... this isn't the real me. You probably gathered as much, Numar. But what happened to me wasn't natural. For you see..."

After hearing of Thema's fantastic tale, minus the deliciously private details of course, Numar was left truly awed. "I simply can't believe you met the goddess herself. But your body, as you put it, is living proof of such. And yet... why?"

"Why...?" Thema repeated, anxiously curling her feet and biting her lower lip. "Numar, I... I didn't know if we would ever have a chance to meet again. I knew if I wasn't beautiful enough the nobles would have me expelled the moment I tried to have an audience with you. At first I feared my plain looks would mean I would have to pose as a common whore but... but then I thought if I did this... if I became the most beautiful woman in Egypt, then nobody would get in my way and I would be able to talk with you just one more time. I wanted to hear the man who treated me so kindly talk to me once again without anybody thinking it is wrong!"

"Thema, you are the most beautiful woman in all of Egypt," Numar smiled, his blush returning, "...curves-non-withstanding. You could be a noblewoman or a servant. As gorgeous as a goddess or as plain as you said; you're the most beautiful to me. You have really captivated me."

Those final words meant the world to the panther girl. "You... really mean it!" she said after exchanging looks with Numar. "My prince, I... I love you."

The jackal smiled. No further words needed to be spoken. He was definitely taken aback by what an incredible kisser Thema was, however.

In the years to come, Egypt saw a monarch step down and a new Pharaoh take the throne. As the voice of the Sun itself, king Numar and his lovely wife Thema ruled a peaceful country full of happiness. The kind Pharaoh introduced controversial but ultimately accepted rules about servant and worker welfare, protecting their families and ensuring fair treatment regardless of station. Things did not immediately change, but begrudged labor gradually disappeared in favor of universal contentment.

Thema had learned the most valuable lesson in her life alongside her mate. She had to seek past appearances and social stratums in order to find her own worth. Confidence naturally flowed in once the panther realized how fortunate she was about having someone like Numar showering her with unconditional love. As a queen, she strived to be as appreciative and kind to her maids as well as all of her new subjects. Her motherly figure made her popular with children and it was also very easy for her to convince dissenters whether they were male or female.

She never regretted the deal she had made with Bastet, and once a month she ensured to go pray alone at the goddess' shrine, offering "tribute" as much as her divine friend requested.

The legend of the Egyptian queen who rose from the lowest station to monarch reached far and wide. One particular aspect of it was how the queen's kindness reached out especially to those women who wished to achieve the beauty and femininity their hearts craved. Judged worthy, the queen would perform the miracle herself.

All they had to do was drink from her royal bosom.

The End.