Chapter Eight: Ritual of Consumption

Nea and Tabby laid in bed, naked. Conach’s head pressed between Tabby’s thighs, licking happily as the witch made soft sighs. Nea entertained herself with her hand. She rubbed her clit gently as she watched Tabby’s heaving chest and listened to Conach’s eager moans which came out as muffled grunts. She rolled to her side and brought her hand up to massage Tabby’s breasts. “Are you ready?”

Tabby bit her lip and nodded. Conach raised his head up, peering at the two witches with a wet grin. He shuffled back to his haunches, giving them a full view of his erect cock. He’d left yet another wet spot of precum underneath his prone position. The near constant oozing flow increased as he thought of what was to come. Tabby craned her neck over to kiss Nea, conveying some sense of nervousness. Nea returned the kiss passionately, hoping to allay the other witch’s worry. Tabby rolled over onto her knees and elbows, sticking her ass up in the air.

Conach’s hand went to her wobbling rump. He squeezed the supple flesh before pulling it slightly to the side. Magical attachment to Nea aside, he didn’t think any other creature in the realm could look as attractive in the position as Tabby. Her pussy glistened with arousal as her heavy ass cheeks shook with the slightest movement. Her dick hung down between her thighs, swaying slightly as she positioned herself. Between her cheeks, the small, dark button of her ass throbbed in anticipation. Conach ran one hand up and down his shaft while groping whatever part of her was closest.

Nea, meanwhile, focused on a particularly useful spell for magical lubrication. Within seconds, her fingers took on a slick sheen which she ran down Tabby’s ass. Nea hadn’t worked out how to warm it up to an acceptable temperature, so Tabby shivered when it reached her asshole. Her finger ringed around the small opening while Conach watched with barely restrained excitement. Nea stopped her circling and pushed gently, but persistently. Tabby let out a long sigh and relaxed. Nea’s finger slipped inside, bringing the lubrication with it. Tabby remained focused, feeling her muscle squeeze around Nea’s finger and wondering how on earth they expected to get Conach’s dick inside of her.

The spontaneously generating lubricant coated Nea’s entire hand by the time she felt Tabby was properly prepared. Nea beckoned Conach closer, taking him in her palm and adding the lube to his cock. She angled him appropriately and let the head of his dick press against Tabby’s rear entrance. Nea and Conach both thought it was a pretty sight — his fae cock pressed between the pale orbs of Tabby’s ass, ready to pop into her and take her last virginity. Conach nudged forward. It took much less pressure than he expected before the head of his dick passed inside of her ass. Tabby groaned, and Nea gasped as she watched. Conach held still, feeling her ass pulse around the intrusion and waiting for her to adjust.

Tabby didn’t feel much of anything other than full. She’d expected something more miraculous, some new kind of pleasure that only a cock in her ass could provide. Slowly, the feeling changed. The fullness subsided as more of her nerves woke up. Nea’s hand moved underneath Tabby to stroke her pussy, and Tabby realized exactly how different the feeling had become. Every part of her teetered on the verge of orgasm. The entirety of her ass throbbed with electric need while her pussy ached for attention. She wanted everything to be touched, rubbed, fucked. She eased back to push more of Conach inside of her. The sensation of his cock sliding past her asshole made her laugh with a manic glee. It wasn’t the new pleasure she expected, but it was all of her other pleasure types overcharged.

Nea’s fingers pushed inside of Tabby. The other woman’s gleeful laugh slid into a high pitched moan. Nea smiled, her fingers working deftly in Tabby’s pussy. She gave Conach a nod, and he began to thrust slowly and consistently into Tabby’s ass. The pale witch tried to moan or scream or beg for more, but her body locked in a paralysis of pleasure. Conach’s hands moved to her thighs, and Tabby thought she might actually explode in some sort of magical manifestation of her excitement. She could tell he pushed a little deeper each time he fucked into her. With every additional centimeter, the full feeling returned for a moment before a whole new part of her joined the collective symphony of pleasure resounding through her body. When Nea’s thumb moved to Tabby’s clit, the scream of joy finally erupted from her throat. She collapsed forward into a shivering mess on the bed.

The new angle gave Conach more friction. His face contorted into a mingling of concentration and pleasure as he kept pushing into Tabby’s virgin ass. As she writhed in orgasm underneath him, her ass clenched at random around his dick, adding a strange excitement to his pleasure. His balls slapped forward as he built speed, sending shocks through Tabby’s pussy to complement the other stimulation Nea provided. Conach could usually control his orgasm to the exact moment to ensure his mistresses got all the pleasure they needed, but then again, he rarely got the opportunity to take one of their ass virginities. He felt the familiar tingling of anticipation at the base of his cock. He pushed hard and deep inside of Tabby as he groaned, tail whipping wildly behind him. As he was about to cum, Nea suddenly grabbed his balls and tugged. His vision flashed white, and he roared, animalistic and primal, as his balls emptied into Tabby’s ass.

Nea watched the two of them jerk and quiver with the last tinglings of pleasure as they came down from their orgasmic high. Using her free hand, she drew away the energy they’d created. It hovered in above her palm, a pink, glowing prism of light. “Holy shit,” Tabby said, as she began to recover. “There’s a lot of cum in my ass. Oh, it worked.” She dumbly pointed at the floating object of magic.

Conach cleaned them up as best he could with a towel while catching his breath. “So, you can trap orgasms or something now?”

“No, silly,” Nea said. “We’ve always been able to create magical energy, but we’ve been storing it in our bodies. We make bad batteries, though. We leak energy constantly. Stuff like the house drains it out of us , too. With this method, we can sort of crystalize the power and use it when we need it. I wanted to try it with Tabby’s first anal experience because I figured it would be a whopper. I think this could feed the whole Coven house for ten years by itself. You two put on quite the performance.”

Tabby smirked, “It was intense, but now that I know what you feel when Conach fucks you in the ass…” She rolled over to reveal her fully erect cock. “…it’s time to find out what Conach feels.”

A short while later, Nea wandered down to the kitchen for a snack. Ineni sat at a table near the entrance while Edgar moved about the backside of the kitchen overseeing his small army of dough-ball servants. When the master of the kitchen spotted his mistress, he moved toward her with his sluglike crawl. “Mistress Nea, would you like something prepared? I have a soup on at the moment. A bisque. With a bacon sandwich, perhaps.”

Nea took a seat opposite of Ineni. The mouse woman pulled her own plate of grapes and cheese closer as though Nea might take it. “That sounds nice, Edgar.”

The dough chef snapped his fingers which made more of a thwack sound than a snap. A few of the smaller creatures went to work preparing a bowl and plate for Nea. Edgar rolled a little closer to the table, “Mistress, it’s my understanding that we’re coming close to the Feast. Ineni has been getting me up to date on eating customs of the world since my last Feast, and I believe we’ve worked out a decent menu.”

“Sorry, Feast?” Nea asked as a bowl of soup and sandwiches clattered in front of her.

Ineni popped another grape in her mouth, “The last ritual. The Feast of Samhain. Traditionally, the Coven hosts a gathering with invitations sent to the various courts while providing a feast and other…activities. It was the one thing I was allowed to participate in while I was a witch. I hope I can participate still…”

“Uh, sure,” Nea said. “It’s only I didn’t know we were supposed to do that as part of the ritual. We still have one more to get through before we even consider the Feast.”

“Of course,” Edgar said, “but doubtless you will succeed. The world won’t end, and everyone will expect a decent meal. With your permission, I would like to start procurement of supplies. Grimbough wants me to wait for the approved guest list, but things have changed so much that I want to have a few tries at the dishes before we present the Feast itself.”

“You have my permission,” she said. “Ineni, is there a magical component to the Feast? Another ritualistic part?”

The mouse woman’s nose twitched, “No. Not really. Once the Ritual of Consumption is done, the final seal will be unlocked. The Morrigan will be able to pass through on the evening of Samhain. The old witches thought the Feast helped guide the old gods to the proper place, but I think they made up a reason to have a big orgy.”

“Orgy?”

“Oh yes, that’s most of what the feast is,” Ineni said, visibly excited. “All the surviving participants of the rituals, the kings and queens of the different realms, other covens, fae, whoever and whatever — everyone gets to have a little fun while the Morrigan and the Dagda get it on cosmically. If you want, I can work out the details with Grimbough and Edgar. I don’t know how many of the old royal courts still exist, not many, but we can arrange the invitations, seating, menu, all that.”

“That sounds very helpful,” Nea said, relieved she didn’t have to organize a diplomatic banquet for half the mythological world. “You’ll have enough time?”

“Oh yes. A week is plenty of time for the industrious. Will you need any further help with the last ritual?”

Nea shook her head. “I don’t think so. The books you gave us on the subject provided everything we needed. Do you have any idea why the last ritual was so well documented compared to the others?”

“Well, it used to be a big fear among witches themselves. Consumed by their own power, or consumed by fire, or things like that. In the 9th century, a cannibalistic coven sprang up that derived all their power from eating other witches. Nasty business. As you saw, a few of this ritual’s attempts involved allowing members of our own coven to be consumed in various ways. It was a method of vying for power under the auspices of ritualistic devotion. Certainly not unheard of in the old days. So, my guess would be that cautious witches wanted a very accurate reading of the Ritual of Consumption to protect themselves.” She popped her last bit of cheese in to her mouth. “Edgar are there more sandwiches?”

Edgar waved his hand toward her, and a small dough-ball trotted over with a bacon sandwich.

“Your plan sounds lovely, though,” Ineni continued. “The world has become much more innovative in the past century, especially when it comes to sexual fantasy. Lots of new ways to do rituals that don’t involve killing people. Even if you do turn them into things other than human. I’m quite excited by your idea. Hope they make it to the Feast. Not that I want to be consumed, but…well, it’s fascinating, that’s all. When will you be performing the last one?”

“Tonight,” Nea answered. “Bah, I should go tell the others about this Feast business.”

She hopped up from the table and left the kitchen. Ineni watched her go, stuffed her own sandwich into her cheek, and pulled Nea’s plate over to herself with a happy chitter.

They saw a purple light streak out of the sky right into the park. Kate watched the object from the moment it appeared in the sky. Even tipsy, she expected it to zip across the night and disappear into the horizon. Instead, it fell like a floating pop fly landing in left field. The other two girls, Cindy and Emma, noticed it too, but only after the small streak bloomed into a ten foot wide plume of purple light. Fireworks, one of them suggested. Something more dangerous like a gas explosion, said another. Kate insisted it fell out of the sky because she’d seen it. Or at least, she’d seen it come from the direction of the sky. With its trajectory and speed, it didn’t seem likely to have come from any higher up than sixty feet, which, she supposed, was more or less the sky.

Against their better judgment, which they’d left at the bar, the three young women set out across the park in the dead of night. They believed it to be a safe park, and it was, except for the very thing which they ventured out to find. By the time they reached the small crater, Kate had the others convinced it was a meteor. None of them had ever seen a meteor, and so they were reasonably excited by the prospect. Kate led the charge, cutting through the night in her bright teal pea coat. Cindy and Emma walked alongside one another, arm in arm to fight back the chill. They wore coats as well, but they accomplished little other than keeping the chilled wind at bay. The short skirts and tights might have looked alluring to a few of the guys at the bar, but now the two girls agreed it had been a foolish choice. Kate went with a pair of dark jeans which she thought made her ass look good with the added benefit of keeping it from freezing off. It also allowed her to squat beside the fallen object without her whole bottom flashing the empty bushes around them.

“Well?” Cindy asked, keeping a somewhat sane distance back from the strange object.

“It’s a rock,” Kate announced. She held her phone’s light up. The object was about the size of a softball and covered in various sized holes. It gave off no steam or glow of heat. Putting her hand near it, she felt no substantial change in temperature. “It’s not hot.”

“It wouldn’t be, right? If it’s a meteor, they’re cold when they land. Or something.” Emma had relinquished Cindy’s arm and stood with her phone in one hand and the other stuffed in her jacket. “It’ll burn you if you touch it though, I think.”

“What?” Cindy said, “No, it fell out of the sky. Through the atmosphere, and it gets hot. Like, that’s why most of them don’t hit the ground at all. They burn up.”

“I want to pick it up, so is it going to fucking burn me or freeze me?” Kate asked. She moved her hand closer, but felt no change in temperature. Tentatively, she put one finger on the outside of the rock. She jerked back immediately, but she was unharmed. Bolder, she grabbed the thing with her whole palm. It was slightly cold, but otherwise normal. She stood up with it rolling in her hand. “Huh, neither, I guess.”

Kate had time to register the confused looks on her friends face before the creature crawled out from inside of the rock. It was small, about two inches long, and shaped like a worm though that didn’t seem to be a permanent shape. It moved onto Kate’s hand, bringing with it a pleasant numbing feeling. As the other two girls made sounds of disgust, Kate flicked her hand, sending the small ball careering into the park while the slimy critter remained fixed on her skin. Slightly panicked, Kate reached to pull it away, but instead of plucking it off her hand, she simply made it longer and left it stuck to her other palm. “Fuck, help!”

Cindy and Emma watched, but made no moved to assist their friend. “What do we do? What is it? Is it alive?”

“That’s a fucking alien or something!”

“No, it’s —” Kate didn’t know what it was, but it was spreading. The gloop on her no longer resembled anything other than green slime. It covered her hands and inched its way up her arms, leaving everything from the wrist down numb. She shook her arms, but the stuff refused to leave her skin. A few droplets did fly off, causing the other two women to take a few steps back. The stuff crawled onto Kate’s clothes, eating away her jacket from the sleeves up. As it reached her elbows, she looked at her friends with pleading eyes. “Do something,” she said. “DO SOMETHING!”

With her yell, the goo responded. Tendrils shot up from her arms, smacking onto her face, neck, and chest. All three of them screamed, but Kate’s went silent as the green slime covered her mouth. She dropped down to her knees as the ooze spread over her whole body. Cindy and Emma looked on, horrified and frozen, as their friend was completely absorbed by goo. Within seconds, Kate was naked except for the green slime. It covered every inch of her, seeping into her body and spreading its numbing effect until she felt nothing at all. A green film covered her eyes as new sensations took over her thoughts. The cold, the drunkenness, the fatigue, all of it faded away as she was consumed. A blurry, happy thought crossed through Kate’s mind as everything faded into a pleasant nothingness.

“Kate?”

Kate opened the eyes of her new body. She held up a hand. It was green and through it she could see Cindy, half stooped peering back with mingled curiosity and disgust. Kate’s gaze moved to her own body, seeing the slightly liquid composition of her whole being. Though nothing had changed about the physical dimensions, everything about her was goo. The goo darkened slightly around her nipples and pussy. Even her asshole was more distinct, which she could tell because she could see through her own insides. Her flat tummy was more transparent than her head, but all of her was translucent to some degree. Her hair had become long tendrils of the gooey substance that formed her being. “What the fuck?” she said, her voice a warm, rich resonance.

“Don’t touch her,” Emma warned.

The thought of touching the other women sprang to the forefront of Kate’s mind. She fumbled to her feet, letting her friends get a full view of her naked, if goo, ass. Kate ran her hands up her new body, admiring the silky texture of her new form. Curious, she took one finger and pushed it against her naval. She watched it disappear into her gooey stomach only to reform as she pulled her hand away. She brought her hands to her breasts. The changes made her goo-flesh feel more alive and responsive than her human body ever did. She massaged her breasts, thinking of them as bigger with fatter nipples. As she did, they grew, swelling with new size as her nipples plumped into fat, darkened goo which quivered as she touched herself.

“Holy fuck,” Cindy said. “What did you do? How are you doing that?”

Emma dropped her things and snapped her fingers to get Kate’s attention. “Hey! Listen, something has happened to you. Can you understand us? We need to get you to a doctor or something.”

“Doctor?” Kate said, imagining what people would do to her if they discovered her. “Doctors are for sick people. I feel amazing.” She moved her hands down to her ass, giving it the same treatment as her breasts until it hung off her backside with a delicious, swaying gravity. She looked at her friends, “You can feel good, too.”

“Cindy get away from her,” Emma called. But Cindy was too entranced by the display of her friend’s naked oozing body. Kate flowed over to her and kissed the gawking girl, shoving her gooey tongue down Cindy’s throat. Kate wrapped her arms around Cindy, drawing her into the supple, responsive form. Cindy’s face mushed into the gooey tits, finding them soft and yielding, but not totally permeable. With a giddy laugh, Cindy’s mouth closed on one of the engorged nipples, entirely unaware of the goo creeping over her skin. As the substance spread to the other girl, it changed color from green to bright orange, matching Cindy’s top.

Kate cradled her friend’s head against her chest, reveling in the feeling of the other woman’s mouth on her breast. She pulled Cindy away reluctantly, but with thoughts of more salacious activities in mind. Rather than wait for the goo to take her friend’s clothes, Kate pulled off Cindy’s coat. She pressed her hands against Cindy’s skin, letting her fingers melt against Cindy’s flesh, spreading down underneath Cindy’s shirt and bra to envelop the other woman’s breasts. Entirely without seeing, Kate had a full view of Cindy’s tits, massaging each part of them individually with millions of tiny fluctuations in her goo-hands. Cindy moaned and quivered as most of her arms turned orange.

The spell over Emma broke as Cindy’s hands ran down Kate’s back and into Kate’s ass. Emma made a final, coughing yelp of concern before making a run for it. Kate watched her go, wondering vaguely whether she should worry about someone coming for them. Cindy’s hands inside of her body drove that worry away entirely. Every inch of Kate’s gelatinous form vibrated with pleasure as the other woman’s flesh pushed into it. She gave way, rolling onto the ground and letting Cindy fall on top of her. Once more questioning the extent of her malleability, Kate focused and let Cindy slowly sink through her whole body.

Cindy giggled and shook as her body went through Kate’s, coming out completely naked on the other side. She laid face down on the wet grass as Kate resolidified above her, fingers running down Cindy’s back. The orange goo spread more by the second. Kate knew it would only be a few minutes before a second slime girl was born. She wanted to take full advantage of the time Cindy still had her human body. Kate let her hand press into Cindy’s back. It melted against Cindy’s skin, becoming a creeping wave that moved down her ass and between her thighs. Meanwhile, Kate focused on her own sex. She brought up an image of the last cock she’d seen, but imagined it bigger and thicker and, naturally, made of partially solid goo. Her thoughts manifested the biggest cock she’d ever seen, growing out from the top of her pussy lips. Grinning, she positioned herself behind Cindy.

Cindy muttered incoherent encouragement as more of her body succumbed to the creeping orange goo. She wiggled enthusiastically as Kate pressed her new cock against her friend’s lower folds. Kate had never fucked anyone before, but she had a new understanding of filling someone up that few others did. She pushed forward. The cock slid into Cindy easily as warmth surrounded Kate’s new dick. She didn’t understand how she could feel anything, but didn’t care because everything felt so much better than it had before. Kate thrust into her friend while gurgling sounds of happiness. A sticky slap filled the park as more and more of Cindy turned.

Emma made it to the edge of the park before she saw the spot on the back of her hand. It was purple and growing, creeping out with an exponential speed. Emma tried to wipe it off with the sleeve of her other arm, but it only made it worse. She wanted to cry or scream, but neither seemed like enough. “It’s not bad,” she told herself. “You just need help.”

She heard footsteps and saw a figure walking toward her. On any other occasion, she would have been mortified to see a strange man in the middle of the night while alone, but now he was her only real hope. And he’s got a thick cock, I bet. The thought came to her mind entirely unbidden, forcing itself between her worries with unsettling ease. She ignored it, tucked her hand behind her back and trotted toward the man. Her heart jumped when she recognized him. Ethan, a friend of Cindy’s ex. She didn’t know him well, but at least he wouldn’t think she was some crazy addict. “Ethan!” she squeaked.

The young man looked up from his phone. “Sorry, do I know you?”

“Emma Caldwell. My friend Cindy dated your friend Marcus. We went out together a couple of times.” She rushed through the explanation, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.

“Right, right. Emma. Are you alright?” He took a few steps back from her, looking around. “You need me to call someone?”

“Yes! Yes, uh. We were walking home from the bar. This thing fell out of the sky, and — actually, it doesn’t matter. I left my phone back in the park with Cindy and Kate. They’ve….and I…” She held up her hand, showing him the purple sludge covering more than half of it. “This. I need help with this.”

“Is that paint?”

“No it’s some kind of…goo that —”

The world lurched underneath them. For a moment, Emma saw a naked woman in a witch’s hat standing next to some kind of dark skinned creature with a tail. Both of them looked puzzled and frustrated. Emma thought the naked woman apologized, but it was lost as the world turned over itself again and again. When it stopped, she thudded into Ethan who in turn hit the ground. Both of them had the breath knocked out of them. As they recovered, they saw they’d been moved back into the park. Emma rolled away, scanning around for sign of Cindy or Kate. “What the fuck was that?” Ethan growled as he tried to get up.

“They didn’t want us to get away,” Emma said.

“Holy shit, what happened to your clothes.”

Emma looked down to see her coat and shirt melting away as large blooms of purple goo appeared on her skin. “You should try to run,” she said. “Cause in a second, I think I’m really going to want to fuck you.” Her warning had the opposite effect as the goo melted away her clothes, leaving her naked and covered in a slippery sheen in front of the breathless Ethan. She could see his confusion warring with his concern and his lust as the numb feeling sweeping over her body slowly changed to one of tingling pleasure. More and more of her body felt awake when she never knew it was asleep in the first place. She looked through her body, finding it amusing to see the grass beneath her. She fixed her transformed eyes on Ethan and wanted to see his cock inside of her.

Emma moved over to him, a rolling, crawling flood of goo that lost its shape and reformed into that of a lithe young woman with a jiggling ass. She put her hands on Ethan’s thighs as she adjusted to the feeling of being made of a pseudo-liquid. She realized she could pour herself into his pants, wrap her whole body around his cock and stick herself up his ass if she wanted. Maybe later, she thought. For the moment, she settled on something more traditional. Ethan watched, dumbstruck, as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his rock hard dick. She smiled at him as she let it drop on her face before she lessened her composition and let his dick slide through her face until it rested in her mouth. She wished she could see his cock buried in her throat like he could.

She slurped his length as a strange craving came over her. Emma wanted his cum, but not for sexual gratification, at least not for that alone. She bobbed her head along his length, but noticed Ethan’s hesitancy to touch her gooey curls. Figuring he’d be more comfortable sinking his hands into her gooey hips, she concentrated on her form once again. For a moment, she became a shapeless blob. When she reformed, her head jutted out where her ass had been while her pussy coalesced around Ethan’s dick. From his groans, she thought the effect worked nicely. She squeezed his cock with her whole being as he grabbed her hips and began roughly fucking her.

Looking over her shoulder, she could see his engorged dick pushing into the liquid-goo of her body over and over again. She could create whatever kind of friction she wanted for him. With only a moment’s thought, she changed the texture of her pussy to include multiple bumps which raked against his cock with amazing effect. Ethan groaned and pushed his body against hers as his cock erupted. Emma watched his cum spray into her body, the white fluid mixing with the purple of her gooey form. It was absorbed rapidly as her body quivered from one end to the other with pleasure. It wasn’t the slow build and creshendo of a normal orgasm, but a sudden cacophony of thunderous pleasure as her body assimilated the cum.

Ethan pulled out of her, his cock dripping with both a few remaining drops of cum and a few drips of Emma herself. The purple goo rolled back into Emma’s leg as she recomposed herself. “Oh, I hope you don’t change,” Emma said. “Because we’re all very hungry.”

“What the fuck is…” Ethan trailed off as Cindy and Kate stepped out of the shadows.

“Aww, Emma got to go first,” Kate said. “I want him to cum in my titties.” She wiggled her green, goo tits at Ethan.

“He can fuck my ass,” Cindy added. “Wherever he wants it on me, really.”

Ethan thought he should scream, but instead his cock stiffened.

“Close one,” Nea said, looking down at the Witcheye basin.

“I did say we should put a limiter on transmission,” Tabby chided. “What if two of them had run? That stuff loose in a city would cause an actual horror movie scenario.”

Nea tapped her fingers on the last stone as it glowed. She smiled at the others. “It worked out. Six rituals and only one almost apocalypse is pretty good. Moreover, we did it! It took a month and some clever thinking, but look. Six lit stones and one Feast on the horizon.”

Conach crossed his arms and smiled, “The Feast does involve two gods fucking. That may not be as relaxing as it sounds.”

“Shush you,” Tabby said. “We’ll go round up the goo girls and their sex toy. Might need to give him some supplements to keep the girls fed, but I can’t imagine him objecting. Nea, you get some rest.”

Tabby and Conach left the ritual room. Nea remained a while longer looking at the glowing stones and smiling.