Sekhmet Reborn: Sekhmet
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Sekhmet Reborn: Sekhmet
by Von Krieger
Ryan walked down the stairs and grumbled to himself all the while. He had been all the way upstairs and heard the doorbell ring. His parents and younger brother were in the living room, door open, TV blaring with the sleazy afternoon talk shows.
He shook his head as he answered the door, greeted the UPS guy, and signed for the package. Ryan closed the front door and scowled into the living room. They were all of ten feet away from the damned door, and yet they seemed completely oblivious to the outside world. Or they were damned lazy.
Ryan didn't see the value of sitting around and watching the dregs of humanity on the television. It was all manufactured controversy, drunken redneck inbred husbands who beat their wives who still worship the ground they walk on, the woman you're dating is really a man, the man you're dating is really a woman, your gay coworker has a secret crush on you, deformed Nazi lesbian midgets and the Shetland ponies they love.
Bleh. It was all crap. Shock jock stuff to sucker in the ignorant, of whom, sadly, the rest of his family qualified as. He looked down at the box in his hands, an item of interest that he had put a bid for on an online auction site.
He slipped his thumb underneath the box flap, forcing the tape to snap and used the leverage to tear the tape down the middle, opening the box. He'd never had a book arrive packed in Styrofoam peanuts before.
The book itself was wrapped in brown paper and Ryan plucked it out as he entered his room, setting the box on his computer desk and pushing the door closed with his foot.
Ryan locked the door out of habit. His brother was always coming into his room uninvited, and didn't even bother to knock. His parents were only slightly more respectful of his privacy.
He sat down at his desk and began to free the book from its paper prison. He had been looking forward to its arrival; it was a book of notes, sketches, and observations into mythological creatures, the societies that created them, and the real world creatures that could have spawned the myths.
The book had been out of print for quite some time, and had only a limited print run when it had first come out. So the online auctions were Ryan's only chance to acquire a copy.
The auction's image had shown a book that was not in the best of shape. The cover was worn, the letters on the spine faded, the first few pages missing. Likely that was why no one else had bid on it.
Ryan broke the two pieces of tape holding the flaps of paper down. He folded the paper apart and looked down at the book that had arrived.
He sighed and shook his head with disappointment. This wasn't the book he had bid on; the auctioneer had gotten things screwed up. He could see that right away.
First of all, while old, the book was in better condition than the one in the auction. Second, the cover was all wrong, it was made of greenish-brown leather, rather than the layered paper or cardboard or whatever it was they had on most printed books. And thirdly, the pages of this book seemed to be something thicker than normal paper.
Overcoming his initial disappointment, Ryan was a little intrigued. Quite possibly he had wound up with something of value by complete mistake. He picked the book up; looking to see which side was the front. Such was easily identified by the faint indentation in the shape of a feline figure on the cover.
It had once been covered in gold leaf, as could be seen by a few tenaciously clinging flakes, but for the most part it had all fallen away. A shame, the simple line art was quite pretty; a front sketch of one of the Egyptian cat goddesses, as could be seen by the headdress and style of what little of the feline's clothes could be seen.
Ryan gently sat the book down on his desk and opened it. Hieroglyphics; rats, he wasn't going to be able to read it. Perhaps he could look at some of the pictures, though. If there were any.
He found the first one a few pages later; a drawing that looked like a full body drawing of the goddess on the cover. Not just a simple outline, but a well drawn and shaded rendering of the lioness.
Sekhmet from the looks of her, or something inspired by her, as Ryan had never seen the leonine goddess portrayed with wings before. She looked quite the warrior-matriarch, tall, well muscled, dressed in a simple skirt to allow freedom of movement, bountiful breasts, and a rounded belly.
The picture was quite nice, and more than a little erotic. Ryan's gaze lingered on the bow and arrow wielding warrioress for a few moments before flipping to the next page.
Two more pictures of the goddess, in somewhat different attire. One looked to be in a Roman toga wielding a Gladius, and the other seemed to be something similar, but with more of a Nordic look to it.
For all the world it looked like he'd been sent someone's semi-erotic sketchbook of Egyptian goddesses. Or something of the like. He turned the page once more, to find another image of Sekhmet, this one looking like something off of DeviantArt, the busty winged feline, now lacking the pregnant belly, partially dressed in a schoolgirl's uniform. She was masturbating.
Ryan flipped past it, ignoring the growing tightness in his jeans. The drawing on the next page made him gasp, Sekhmet kneeling beside a centaur. The centaur was laying on her side, moaning in pleasure as the goddess slide a furred arm into her sex.
He flipped the page again, Ryan's eyes widened at what he saw. Himself, as he was at that very moment. Well, not that particular moment, but in the illustration he was wearing exactly what he had on at that moment. But he was on his bed, a look of pleasure on his face as the feline goddess rode his cock.
The page to the right of the drawing was blank. Ryan flipped through the rest of the book. Blank pages. Nothing but blank pages.
He returned to the illustration in the hopes that it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. But no, there it was, just as it had been before.
Movement on the other page drew his gaze. Hieroglyphs seemed to appear out of nowhere, the black marks darkening into being on the page. The lines wavered and shifted, forming English letters.
"Creatures of myth, monsters of legend, races of magical beings, all came to be through the power of the gods and the goddesses." he read aloud, "Altering the world and everything in it to their whim. When the power of these mighty beings left the world, so do did all signs of their creations save for the memories of the mortal men and women that bore witness to such creatures, and the records they made."
"What was called magic was nothing more than the power of the gods. So powerful were they that the might they wielded could not be entirely contained, spreading throughout the world. Those born with a gift for taming such energy could use the power of the gods for their own purposes. Though no mortal could ever hope to equal the power of a god without becoming a god himself."
"There is one mother goddess and there are many mother goddesses. Known by many names, taking many forms, all are in reality one. The true goddess cannot form her true self in the World of Mortal Men, so she, like her brethren and sistren, grants her power to... to..." Ryan paused, the last line remaining unreadable Egyptian.
"To those who strike her fancy." purred a throaty female voice from behind Ryan.
The young man spun in his chair and found himself face to breast with a translucent bipedal sphinx. He looked up to her feline face, able to see his Roman Coliseum poster through her head.
She was solid enough to grab him by the belt and virtually toss him across the room, onto his bed. With a flap of her feathered wings, she was on top of him in an instant. Her crotch pressed against his.
"I... oh God..." Ryan gasped, not understanding at all what was going on.
"Goddess, actually." Sekhmet corrected as she leaned down to plant a kiss on Ryan's lips.
Ryan had little alternative but to accept the kiss and return it, his tongue entwining with Sekhmet's own, the feline roughness providing an exotic sensation.
The human moaned into the kiss as Sekhmet lowered herself onto his cock somehow, completely through his jeans and boxers. He could still feel the material tight around his erection, but he could also feel her tight muscles clamping down on him as well.
He had never imagined that his first true sexual experience would have been anything like this. A cute girl, yes, busty, yes, with her being dominant, yes, but certainly not with a goddess that seemed only half real.
"Wh... wh..." Ryan murmured as Sekhmet threw her head back and growled with her own pleasure.
"Just be quite and enjoy it, daughter, you'll know exactly what's going on in a minute." Sekhmet panted.
"D-daughter?!" Ryan sputtered, "But I'm a guy!"
"In a minute it won't matter." the goddess purred, "And I thought I told you to be silent."
"This is all so... mmmph!"
Ryan was quickly silenced by the presence of Sekhmet's lips once again. An electric thrill went through him, making him arch his back. Pleasant warmth began to seep into his body. It was like a climax, but Ryan knew he wasn't anywhere close to cumming.
Sekhmet pulled back from the kiss, she crossed her arms over her breasts and smiled down at the human pinned beneath her. "It begins." She said softly.
The goddess turned herself around; one leg appeared to go right through Ryan, who felt nothing but a light breeze. The sphinx reached right through Ryan's shoes and began to caress his feet.
The warmth that filled his entire body seemed pull to where she touched him, building to a burning intensity that gave only the sensation of pure heat, no pain at all.
He felt something shift followed by several loud pops as the bones of his feet reformed. Ryan's mouth opened, but now sound came out, unable to speak for the time being.
The feelings of change became feelings of swelling, and then of pressure. Ryan's feet were now neither the proper shape nor size for his shoes. Claws tore their way out of the toes of his worn Nike's.
The human watched in fascination as his growing paws ripped their way free from his shoes. Sekhmet slid her hands from his feet to his ankles, up his shins, to his knees, up further to his hips.
His transformation followed her caress, the bones of his legs popping and cracking as they reformed to a more feline shape. His muscles writhed, becoming narrower in some places, but thickening a great deal in most.
Already tight in the crotch, the restrictive denim grew taut over more and more of his legs. Ryan watched through the goddess' transparent form as the seams began to split.
The snapping fabric relieved some of the pressure at his crotch, allowing Ryan to feel more of Sekhmet's wet depths, the sphinx's love tunnel milking him expertly.
Sekhmet looked over her shoulder at him and then smiled. "Mmm... the first true deity here in several thousand years. We ought to make you look a little more impressive." The winged lioness purred, tickling Ryan's nose with the fluffy tuft of her tail.
The human sneezed, and suddenly everything felt tighter, his shirt, his belt, what remained of his jeans, even his boxer shorts felt woefully constrictive.
Sekhmet nodded, rather pleased with herself. She turned once again, the sensation on his cock drawing a shout of pleasure from Ryan. He started at his forceful lover, wide-eyed, unable to stop her from changing him even further. Not even sure if he actually wanted her to stop.
He was growing larger, that's why everything was getting tighter. Ryan watched his new paws get closer and closer to the end of the bed. But his fascination was broken as Sekhmet placed her hands on his hips.
The heat that filled his body once again centered on her touch. His belt snapped as his waist grew too large to be encircled by the leather strap. But the goddess' touch made his waistline shrink and his hips expand.
"Oh no!" Ryan managed to whisper.
"Oh yes!" Sekhmet giggled, delighting in the poor human's reaction to the presence of his new, shapely, decidedly child-bearing hips.
A pleasant tingle joined the warmth of Ryan's transforming body, golden fur sprouting from his skin, covering the mortal in a luxurious pelt, marking him as decidedly non-human.
Ryan looked up at the goddess, confused as to why she was doing this to him, but he no longer wished for it to stop, even as Sekhmet placed her hands on Ryan's chest.
Somewhat toned pectoral muscles gave way to softer flesh, flesh that ballooned outward into small breasts. Ryan purred happily as Sekhmet's thumbs circled around his sensitive, erect nipples through the tight fabric of his t-shirt.
Remembering that he could move, Ryan reached up and caressed the goddess' cheek with his hand. He smiled as he saw his nails darken and lengthen before vanishing into his furred fingertips.
He pulled her down into a passionate kiss, his lips meeting her own, his face pressing forward into a feline muzzle as their tongues met. His teeth becoming carnivorous fangs as his feline tongue traced over the points of her own prominent fangs.
Triangular feline ears twitched as Sekhmet moaned her own pleasure, Ryan's transformation proceeding under his own will and his own power now. The ex-human growled and arched his back, magnificent white feathered wings virtually exploding from his shoulder blades, a tufted tail snaking from his coccyx.
Sekhmet pulled back from the kiss as Ryan continued to grow larger, the somewhat short youth becoming a six and a half foot feline Amazon. He grew larger still, loud feminine moans escaping his throat with each thrust into his goddess. Both sphinxes now focusing on sex, rather than on the change.
The goddess clung to Ryan, resting her head on his breasts as he continued to rocket up to a titanesque height. Ryan's tortured t-shirt, already stretched tight over his massive breasts, reached its breaking point and tore down the middle, allowing the massive twin orbs to spill out.
The sensation of the cool air on Ryan's nipples made him gasp. He wrapped his arms around his goddess, pulling her tight against his furred breasts. Both lions gritted their teeth, the sensations of climax so near in both their bodies.
At last Ryan's growth ceased, leaving the transformed human well over seven feet in height. The barest of threads held Ryan's jeans to his body. Threads that snapped as his cock caught up in size with the rest of them, ripping through his boxers and the crotch of his jeans.
Sekhmet and Ryan cried out in unison with climax, unleashing twin roars that shook the windows. Ryan's back arched harshly, only her head and paws remaining on the bed. As her eyes closed she felt Sekhmet vanish. Her handpaws coming to her breasts, the sphinx pinched her nipples hard, just as the first jet of thick seed leapt from her cock.
The powerful jet spattered her muzzle and breasts with her hot juices, the second drenching her breasts entirely, the third coating breasts and belly, the fourth little more than a dribble down onto her navel.
With the fifth came a renewed blast of power, splattering against the wall. The sudden reemergence of a powerful sensation made Ryan roar again, one massive handpaw darting to her maleness, seeking to coax every last drop out of her mammoth member.
The sixth jet was equally as strong, a thin trail leading from her cock to the wall. But the spurt cam with a strange sensation, that of her member shrinking in size in the palm of her hand.
The seventh saw a decline in intensity, connecting partially with the headboard, and partially with Ryan's face. Again her cock shrank, now half its former size, though still larger on her body than her human cock had been.
The eighth landed in her open muzzle, the sweet, musky, salty taste making Ryan purr. Her cock was tiny now, concealed entirely in her handpaw, but it felt so good to stroke it.
The ninth jet filled her hand with the hot goo, making her shrunken cock and hairless sack slick. Ryan stroked her member with her thumb, cupping her balls in her hand, running her middle and index fingers over them. It felt so good.
Just as suddenly as before, a third climax rocked Ryan's body, her hand tightening instinctively to draw out the pleasure as she squeezed her balls with a grip that would have had any male cry out in pain.
But as her two fingers slid into her new pussy, already exploding with the torrent of juices from the female orgasm, she realized that she was most definitely no male.
Ryan lay in her bed for a moment, delighting in the small, aftershock-like climaxes she got from pleasuring her new slit.
No, not Ryan. Sekhmet. She was Sekhmet now. The sphinx smiled as she felt the power given to her by the mother goddess filling every portion of her being.
Sekhmet herself couldn't act directly on the mortal world, so she had to grant mortal men and woman a small portion of her power. But even such a small portion was more than enough to have what humans would indeed call god-like powers.
The new goddess smiled. Magic had returned to the world. Not only magic, but one of soon to be many goddesses. She would have to create a realm for herself, of course, and followers, pets, playthings, and all the like. From her life as Ryan she remembered her studies of mythological creatures, ancient pantheons, and her own dreams and doodles of monsters, beings, and beasts.
She couldn't wait to get started. But there were two things that she needed to accomplish beforehand.
First was a shower. While she could whisk the cum away with the wave of her hand, the tiniest traces would remain and make her fur all gummy anyway. And though a lioness she may be, Sekhmet wasn't going to lick herself clean. While fun, it would be time consuming to discover how to bend her body to reach certain areas.
And the second was something that she had wondered about for a long time. Sekhmet figured that most in her situation would do the same thing.
Her amber eyes darted to the clock. Good, those filthy talk shows were on for another 45 minutes. More than enough time for what she had in mind for herself before she would be discovered by her family.
Using her claws to tear away the last scraps of her human clothing, Sekhmet walked down the hall to the bathroom, a grin on her face, intent on finding all about that G-spot she had been seen mentioned so very often in erotic fiction.