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Pantheon Pregnancy 'Prank'

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

Most people would have been rather intimidated at sharing a drink with a god, even casually. Simon would have been one of them for any god other than Horus, and even with his pre-existing relationship with the bird-god of Egypt, he still found it more than a little awkward to sit there with a beer in his hand as the barely-dressed avian held forth. The rest of the bar, normally loud and raucous, was completely silent as the visiting deity talked.

"And then - I swear, you wouldn't believe this - and then she goes back to the military and says 'I want to be part of this.' You'd think that we were back in the old times with the way that she keeps trying to be a full god again. All self-important and everything."

"Yeah, I guess that would be rather frustrating," Simon said, the black cat shaking his head as he swirled his beer in its bottle. "But, really, what can you do? She's a god, and they said no."

"Oh, they said no, alright, but I bet you anything that they were tempted. Treaty or not, there's always temptation for mortals to have the power of a god on their side."

Simon didn't say anything about that. He didn't want to get involved in that kind of politics.

The rest of the bar was likewise wisely silent. Ever since the old gods had started poking their heads back on the modern scene in various ways - he'd met Horus in a chat room somewhere, he couldn't remember where, and they had talked for weeks before the bird revealed his deific nature - the world had turned upside-down. The gods had made various treaties for their homelands, and each of them had been bound by different agreements not to get involved in any sort of conflicts that might have arisen. Considering how many gods of war and destroyers there were in the old pantheons, it had been a requirement to keep any semblance of peace in the world.

That had been three years ago. These days, the gods were regularly on tour, making their way from one country to another. As far as Simon knew, it was a way of keeping the gods from getting too attached to their homelands and thinking of anything too nasty for the rest of the world. It worked, too; the last time that he'd seen a god actually consider working for their homeland, making it better and stronger on the world stage, had been when Amaterasu had started advocating for the return of the Japanese imperial line.

Thankfully, nobody had listened to her, and it seemed to have snuffed out any other bids for power in the interim. After that, everyone treated the gods as celebrities. Powerful celebrities, gifted with magic and other powers that would keep stalkers and the paparazzi at bay, but celebrities nonetheless.

Horus wasn't even drunk as he held forth. If anything, he was playing it up, and Simon knew it. The frustration with Anubis, however, had become a recurring thing, one that meant that they were regularly talking about it.

"I swear, one of these days she's going to break the treaty to spite us," Horus said, putting his beer down on the bar. "Just because she's the guardian of the dead doesn't mean that she gets to be an asshole about it."

"Well, she is one of the most powerful of you, these days. All that residual belief, you know?"

"That? Pfft. If she would just admit that half of her power came from perverts that wanted to get lucky with her, then we wouldn't have a problem, but that's the thing. She doesn't want to admit that that's why people love her. She thinks that it's all about being the 'Guardian of the Dead' and all that shit." Horus shook his head. "That's why I've got a plan to bring her down a couple pegs."

"Oh, boy..."

"And I was thinking that maybe you'd do me a favor, Simon, and help me make it happen."

"Great. And here I thought you just wanted to get a drink with an old friend."

He rubbed his forehead. The cat glanced at the door, considering just leaving; getting involved with the gods and their infighting was guaranteed to be bad for him in the long-term. Even if Anubis didn't blame him for carrying out Horus's little plan, whatever it was, she would still level a punishment of some sort on him.

That said...

Horus was a friend. Not always a good friend, to be sure, but a friend, and someone that trusted him with the secret of godhood before the whole thing became public knowledge. Trying to slide away from that would be akin to turning his back on someone that had trusted him with something even bigger on the mortal coil. And more to the point, he doubted that he'd have as easy a life if he said no. Considering the pay-raise that he'd gotten, the better house, the nicer loan terms that had come knocking, he doubted that it had all been luck. Horus had probably pulled at least a couple of divine strings to make the better life happen, and he didn't want to see that dry up, either.

"What do I have to do?" he asked.

"Simple. Just go say hi to Anubis and give her this."

Horus reached behind his back. It was common to see the gods flex their powers to a small extent, but it was still strange to see him pull something from nothing as he did in that moment. A wine bottle that most certainly hadn't been there suddenly was, and he put it on the bar.

"Just make sure that she gets at least a glass of this. The rest should take care of itself."

"What's that?"

"That is my little revenge on dear Anubis," Horus said, shaking his head. "Bast's, too."

"...I'm really not sure that this is a good idea."

"Oh, trust me. It's nothing that she can't take. And considering how much she's been bragging that she can do, it's time to take her down a peg before everyone else has to pay the price."

Much as he didn't want to agree with that one, he found himself nodding despite himself. Anubis was flexing a little too much power towards the mortals that ran things. Sooner or later, someone was going to be tempted to try and bend the rules for the sake of power, and when that happened, everyone else was going to pay the price. Better to punish a goddess that was at risk of breaking the treaty than to hold back.

He just hoped that he didn't end up being the one to get punished in turn.

"If I get caught..."

"Don't worry. As long as you get her to drink, you'll be safe. Protected, even." The falcon chuckled. "Bast and I will take care of you."

"Uh-huh." He reached out for the bottle, weighing it in his palm. It was surprisingly light. "And how do I even see her? She's only taking visits from fans, and only the lucky ones."

"Hold that thought."

Horus held up a finger, and no sooner had he gestured than the cat's phone started ringing. Simon blinked, looking down, then up, then down again.

"You didn't."

"Better answer that."

Shaking his head, the black cat did as he was told, fumbling through his jeans until he managed to get his phone free. He held it to his ear, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Hello?"

"Good evening, Simon. This is a call to inform you that you have been chosen from the fan-raffle to meet the goddess Anubis tonight. Please make sure that you're attending her at the Plaza hotel no latter than 9:00 PM. If you are not present by then, you will be taken off the list. Thank you, and have a pleasant day."

Click.

And just like that, it was over and done. He stared at his phone, hardly believing the screen as it faded back to darkness, and had to take a moment to take a deep breath before putting it back in his pocket.

"Told you," Horus said. "Now, it's about 7, already. You better get a move on. And don't let her figure out that this is a prank until after she's had her fill of that. She's not going to be happy if she figures it out before it happens, and if she does...well, I can't promise the same amount of protection for you. Be smart, Simon."

"...I think the time for being smart ended some time before I said I'd do it."

"Heh, probably. See you tomorrow."

#

Simon waited in the hallway just outside of the jackal's penthouse, his hands on his lap and the bottle of wine tucked carefully under one arm. There were no security staff, no bodyguards outside the hotel door, but why would there be? They would have been guarding a goddess, and nothing outside another god could threaten one of them. Not that there would be much that a mortal could do against a god, to begin with.

Just breathe. Just breathe.

He took one breath after another as he looked at the clock across the hallway. It was five-til-nine, which meant that he should have five minutes until he was allowed into the penthouse. When that happened...

When that happened, he'd just have to play it by ear. The whole thing seemed utterly insane, but at the same time, he knew that he couldn't just plan it all out now. He'd end up making mistakes, assuming things would go one way and not another, and if that happened, he'd be stuck without a plan.

See what she does, what she's like...

He'd only ever seen Anubis from a distance. Unlike most of the other gods, she was colder, more like Isis than any of the others. Colder, calculating, but gentle enough from a distance. Yet, at the same time, she played up her role as the Guardian of the Dead, both by going to various graveyards and with her talks to the different militaries of the world. Oh, it was always played off as some sort of diplomatic mission, something to make it clear that they shouldn't start up any wars again, but he doubted that anyone was fooled. A goddess so close to death talking to those that dealt it was suspect from the start.

Breathe. Breathe.

He had to keep reminding himself to do that, his tail dancing behind him nervously until he reached back and stilled it. The whole situation was starting to get to him; Horus had sent him on an impossible task, and he somehow had to find a way to make it work. He just hoped he could, and not just get in trouble.

The door opened. A white-feathered dove walked out of the penthouse, eyes slightly glazed, and she followed.

Up close, Anubis was a very different figure to what he had seen at a distance. The jackal woman was brown-furred rather than pure black, and wore a gold collar around her neck. It didn't have the same submissive look that collars always did in the past, but rather seemed to be more of a piece of regal jewelry. An ankh hung down from it, nearly falling between her breasts, and her arms were adorned with gold bracelets. The rest of her clothing was pure white, almost sheer, showing her curves in great detail and barely holding back from showing the deepest bits that anyone would have wanted to see.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw all of that, and he had to force himself to stand up when she turned her attention toward him. Her long ears were traced with more of the gold that decorated the rest of her body, and she cocked her head to the side as she looked at him.

"And you are?" she asked, her voice steady, calm, almost emotionless.

"Uh, Simon, ma'am," he said, bowing his head. "I came with a gift."

"You have?"

"Yes, ma'am. Uh, this."

He lifted the bottle, turning the label - which was written in some other language, he just realized - toward her. As soon as she looked down at and read it, however, her face turned up in a small smile.

"Ah. A man of taste. Come in."

Her voice did not warm, but her face had, and he took that for what it was. He stepped through the doorway, looking around.

Unlike the other rooms in the modern hotel, this one looked as if it had been warped to something from the old times. The walls were lined with pillars, each one modeled after a woman of some beauty that was dressed in the same sheer white garments that the goddess herself wore, and they were marked with the mouth and face of a jackal, but the body of a human. The walls themselves were the same sandy color as the stones of her old land, and the floor was covered in rugs that were as soft as the highest quality cotton.

She led him to a series of lounging couches, and as he sat down, he felt the same power running through them that he had felt when Horus had first pulled the bottle from behind his back. The room had been changed by her power to make it more of a place of rest and pleasure for her, comfortable to her tastes. Whatever it had once been had been completely overruled by her preferences, leaving it something much, much different to what it had been.

He kept his shock from showing on his face as he got comfortable on one couch, holding out the bottle once more. The jackal took it with a face that was more bemused than amused, but at least it wasn't angry.

"I am surprised that someone knew to get something like this for me. Did you study me before being chosen?"

"I - well, I have been...in touch...with most of the pantheons," Simon admitted. "A little study of mine."

"A thing wisely chosen. The gods are not yet powerless in the world. There are those mortals that know this and would be better suited to treat with us than ignore us."

He didn't say anything to that. Just like with Horus, he didn't want to get involved with the politics of the situation. The most that he would do was keep someone else from getting into the political side of the situation; he wouldn't discuss them.

"Shall I get some glasses?" Simon asked, nodding to the collection of crystal vessels at the side of the room. "I mean, if we're going to -"

"Do so, mortal."

He swallowed whatever mild irritation threatened to come up with that phrase, getting to his feet and bustling himself toward the far end of the room. Grabbing the vessels, he looked over his shoulder. From behind, he could see her breasts more clearly; they were quite large, sufficiently sized for him to see them as curves pushing past her body, and he rapidly looked away before those thoughts could get any stronger.

There were few that would dare to approach a god for that sort of attention. Fewer still would approach a goddess. They were too powerful to take without consent, and most of them were rumored to have consequences if they were to sleep with someone that wasn't prepared for them. He knew better than to think that this jackal would see him in that sort of way.

But she was appealing. More than slightly, considering that his cock was already starting to rise up in his pants. He took a few deep breaths, pushing it down before turning with the glasses.

"Here we are," he said, returning to his couch. "Would you like to pour?"

"You do so, mortal."

He did, nodding as she continued her mild spiel.

"I'm surprised that you're so quiet. It seems that most anyone that comes to meet me has something in mind when they arrive. Of course, it's not the thing that they end up talking about, but they always have something in mind."

"Oh? Can't you see it in their minds?" he asked.

"The belief that we can all read the minds of mortals is a mistaken one. I can only see the minds of those that are dying, to know what they are thinking as they pass from this life to the next. To read the minds of those that are still healthy...heh. You would have to speak to Thoth, or Ra himself."

"I see, I see..."

So there was no way for her to know what he was doing at that moment. Oddly enough, that was more than a little soothing to know. At least he wouldn't be obliterated with her power just because he was thinking of what Horus had asked him to do.

As he poured her drink, he wondered what the bird-god's prank would involve. He knew that it would take Anubis down a peg, but how? What would it do? What would happen to her, and what would he have to do?

Evidence?

That...would probably be a good idea. If nothing else, it would make Horus more interested if things got out of hand. And it might give him something to work with to keep his own ass safe if he was accused of something happening.

As soon as he poured, he set his phone off to the side. Anubis cocked her head to the side as she leaned back, glass in one hand and one leg crossed over the other.

"Explain?"

"I thought - well, it's a fan meeting. Maybe I could record it? For personal use, later?"

"...I will allow this."

He nodded, grateful that she wasn't too cool and clinical about this. If he played his cards right, he should be safe. Should be.

Making sure that his phone rested properly against one of the cushions, he tapped the record button, then took his own glass from the pouring. All he could hope was that the liquid wasn't something that would bother mortals; considering what Horus had been saying, it shouldn't, but he didn't know for sure.

Better not be screwing me here, Horus, he thought, swirling his drink slightly and sniffing the bouquet from the bottle. It wasn't bad; if anything, it was astoundingly mild, almost like it was barely more than water. But that couldn't be; it would do nothing to the goddess if it was that weak.

Has to be something more, right?

He didn't let himself think too hard on that as Anubis took her first drink. She downed it quickly, sighing for a moment as a small smile crossed her face.

"Waters from the headland; truly, a treat," she said, shaking her head with a rueful smile. "Not often that these come to the mortal world. Are you well-off, then?"

"Not quite; it's more that I have a few...connections, I guess you might say."

"Ah. Of the legal sort, one would hope?"

"Not quite."

"Well then, I shall not pry further. Pardon, but I must enjoy one glass, at least."

Anubis took her time sipping it down, and he just waited. Simon didn't know what the end result would be, but he knew that he'd find out shortly. The shenanigans of the gods could go any which way, and -

And as she swallowed more and more of the glass, he saw a hint of what it might be. The tips of her nipples started to stand out more prominently against the edge of her garment, showing through as stiff peaks. Her thighs started grinding together, and she shifted from side to side in her chair. Occasionally, she would huff through the otherwise silent swallowing, and her cheeks started to redden.

By the time that she'd finished the glass, he could smell the difference in the air, a heat and wetness that hadn't been there, and a sexual musk that was stronger than anything that he had ever scented from a mortal female. He blushed as she groaned, putting the glass down and shaking her head.

"This...this has been..."

She groaned, gritting her teeth as she leaned forward against the table. Gripping it tight, her claws left marks on it, and the world around them shimmered. The pillars changed, no longer women that were bound elegantly to service but men that were moaning in bliss, their cocks thrust forward. It changed back, reality reasserting itself, only to shimmer and change again, and again, each time bringing the décor of the room to something more perverted once more.

"What...is this?" she growled. "Mortal, who gave you this?"

"...Horus."

"That bastard. He - Nnngh!"

The jackal leaned forward, almost falling off her couch as she desperately grabbed for the low table. Her breasts were all but falling out of her garment, and -

Oh gods...

Her clothes were changing. The white linens were pulling in, splitting, becoming less of a dress and more of a dancing girl's linens. Her breasts were barely contained, and the gold bands around her wrists seemed all the more elaborate. A belt of pounded gold was wrapped around her waist, and her sex was barely covered with a see-through white loincloth. She growled deep in her throat as she fixed her eyes on him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her pussy all but instantly soaked through the white cloth over it.

"You...you are going to...sate this."

"I'm - what?!"

"You...are mine...until this is over. You will sate what he has started. And you will...satisfy...a goddess."

His mouth all but hit the floor even as his boner leaped forward in his pants. Satisfy a goddess? But -

The couch disappeared. He yelped as he fell, only to land on a bed that had taken the couch's place. He whipped his head around as the door disappeared, leaving him trapped in the room with her.

And then, she was over him.

"You...are barely more...than a - mmph...mmph...You are a mortal, a little...little thing, compared to me...but you...you will...satisfy me...You have..."

She was losing the ability to speak, he realized, too needy and lustful to find her words easily, but her hands spoke for her. They went back between his legs, finding his cock and squeezing it through his pants. Unlike everything else in the room, she couldn't control him, merely bind him. Chains slithered up from under the bed, pulling his arms over his head and pulling his legs back towards the foot of the bed. They chained him spread-eagle, forcing him to lie there as she fumbled with his zipper, gradually pulling it down and exposing him.

She didn't say anything once she had his cock in hand, but rather just took to stroking it, pulling on it, teasing it. Anubis growled deeper, arching her back as she slid forward along his body, keeping his cock just out of sight as she leaned forward. Her breasts fell over his face, smothering him in soft tit-flesh, and Simon groaned as his cock all but jumped in her hand at the touch of those soft things against his face. She didn't stop, either, licking his head, pulling his cock back between her legs, and -

Oh, there it was. There was the wetness and the heat waiting for him. She groaned, her voice so soft that he could barely hear it as she ground her breasts against his face.

"You...will...satisfy me..."

"Mmmph..."

"Now!"

She slammed her hips down, and he was balls-deep in godly pussy without a moment's warning. He gasped for air as she started riding him hard and fast right from the get-go, her hips slamming down on him again and again. Every time that she bottomed out, he could feel the sheer heat of her body and her insides, the pulling, sucking feeling of her pussy against his shaft. He moaned despite himself, his hands clenching into fists over his head as she worked on using him like one of her divine phalluses back in the old temples.

Up, down, up, down she went, riding him so hard and putting so much pressure on his cock that he was all but sure that he would end up losing it. She was so tight and so wet at the same time, and her breasts felt almost too large against his face, smothering him against her body, her scent, her flesh. Whatever whimper-moans escaped him were silenced instantly against her, leaving him unable to even complain.

The sucking, squelching feeling of her pussy sliding up and down his cock was so intense, so insanely pleasurable that he was amazed he didn't cum in the first few seconds. Maybe something in the drink had stopped him from being that vulnerable to it, but he didn't know. All he knew was that she was riding him, ravaging him, and there was nothing that he could do to stop it.

Up, down, up, down, the heat getting ever stronger and ever more intense. His breath was barely keeping up with what he needed, and his heart hammered in his chest as she started grinding against him. His full length was trapped inside her, her pussy lips clenching around the base of his cock as she slid forward, back, forward, back, grinding her clit against his crotch. The intensity was...something else; her need was something that he had never seen in some other woman before.

Heat.

It had to be. Godly heat that was driving her up the wall, that was consuming her and leaving her ravaged from the inside. This was Horus's 'prank' to take her down a peg, leaving her in need and leaving her with a mortal. Fuck. Fuck him.

Just like Anubis was fucking him. She moaned, leaning back, her breasts leaving his face as her clothes finally disappeared. She was naked, completely naked, and she was showing it as she leaned back with her hands on his thighs and her hips bucking away. He could see perfectly clearly how his cock was disappearing into her again and again, each time going so impossibly deep. He swore that he could make out a hint of his shaft against her belly, seeing just how far he was going -

"You mortal...you...you...cum...cum in me...cum in me, and make...make it stop..."

He could feel his balls churning, yes, but they weren't there yet. He looked up at her helplessly, shaking his head. He wasn't going to -

"Just cum in me!"

She was gnashing her teeth, growling, all but screaming at him to go over the edge already, to give her what she wanted, but he was a prisoner of his own body just as much as she was. The jackal rutted herself against him, leaning back and slamming her hips down all the harder, riding him so fast that she became a blur. His cock felt so good inside her, so wet, so warm, and yet, as she rode him so hard, he had no illusions of power.

Up, down, up, down she went, each time slamming down harder and harder. Every few minutes, she spasmed, and he wondered if she'd cum, but if she had, it wasn't the relief that she needed. She just kept going, riding him, pushing him deep inside, reaching around to cup his balls when just simple riding didn't work.

"What is the matter...why won't you...why won't you cum in me...Cum in me and...and put out this fire...aren't you...interested?"

Oh, he wanted to. He desperately wanted to, particularly as the chains were pulling on him as if feeling her desperation, and he didn't know how much longer he could last. Was this just supposed to be a short thing of embarrassment for her or -

"FUCK!"

Anubis came again, her juices rolling down his cock. She wasn't finished, though, not by a long shot. She reached around, pressing her finger against the base of his cock. Some strange tingle filled the air, then concentrated around her finger, then his cock, then -

"NNNNNGH!"

Simon all but screamed as he went over the edge, cumming hard. His cock jumped, throbbing, swelling as it filled her up even further. The goddess over him arched her back, her tail flicking between his thighs, her ears pulled back as she howled her own pleasure from the sudden filling. His balls jumped, pulling up, tucking between his legs as he came...and came...and came...

And yet, even at the end of that, she wasn't done. She was not satisfied. The jackal goddess pulled off his cock, laying between his legs and grabbing his shaft.

"Not...enough..."

"You - I can't -"

"Not...enough...yet..."

Anubis looked him in the eyes as she slowly pulled his cock past her lips. The eye contact only made it that much more terrifying as she sucked the whole thing past her teeth, then over her slippery tongue, and toward the back of her throat. The hyper-sensitivity of just having cum silenced any words that might have come up in protest, leaving him a whimpering, whining mess.

Once more the room started to shift in shape, but this time, Simon was too lost to it to think of anything else. He was her toy for the night, and there was no getting out of it...

#

The next morning, the hotel room was almost normal. The pillars were gone, the walls were a simple white, and only the chaise longue that Anubis used was any different from the rest of the room. She determinedly refused to look at Simon, which was something of an accomplishment, as he was a dried-out husk of a cat on the couch. Still naked, cock still out, but completely dehydrated compared to the day before.

He fumbled for his water, sipping it carefully. It was as much as he could manage after she had forced him to cum...gods, he didn't want to think about the number of times that it had happened. Some of them had been natural, but more of them had been forced by the heated goddess, forcing him to empty his balls inside of her mouth, her pussy, over her breasts throughout the night. It never seemed to be enough, and even now, he half-dreaded that she'd straddle him again and take her pleasure once more.

The room to the penthouse opened. Anubis's garments reasserted themselves, leaving her dressed once more, only for her to sneer as soon as she saw the newcomer.

"Bast. What brings your sorry self here?"

"Oh, just seeing what my little one has been up to," the purring voice of a feline woman said. A black-furred cat leaned over the edge of the couch, and she rested one hand on Simon's forehead. "He's been used hard last night, after all."

"...You knew about that?"

"Darling, everyone knew about Horus's plans, except you. It was, after all, a group effort."

"I refuse to believe that."

"You deserved it, you know. After all those times that you kept trying to get around the treaty."

"It was a worthwhile attempt."

"Really? Do you still think that with kittens in your belly."

"With..."

Simon hadn't known that one was coming, and he looked as surprised as the jackal did. Anubis slowly sat up properly, her hands going unconsciously to her stomach as she curled them around her middle. Her mouth fell open in obvious shock, and Bast chuckled.

"Well, if you wanted to be responsible for something, we figured that we'd give you responsibility. And a little humility to go with it, just to be sure. After all, you were the one that raped him, if it comes down to that."

"You...you..."

"A goddess of dogs to give birth to demi-god cats. My, my, my..."

There was a feline self-satisfaction to Bast's voice that was impossible to ignore. Despite himself, he shared it; it was a feline trait to find amusement in the embarrassment of others. Even with all the pain from breeding all night long, he still smiled...even if he was a little bit uncomfortable between his legs. That would fade in time, though, while this would be something that Anubis remembered forever.

The End

Summary: Simon is caught in a little spat between some modern gods, and ends up being a tool for one against the other.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Bondage, Reality Fuckery, Vaginal, Oral, Forced Orgasm, Heat, Inflicted Heat, God, Goddess, Horus, Anubis, Anubis Rule 63, Fem Anubis, Jackal, Falcon, Cat, Mortal on Goddess, Orgasm, Cum, Riding, Impregnation,