A Baphomet's "Big" Failure.

[ShadowKnux372]

In her chambers, a Baphomet's brow furrows. She consults a piece of paper once again, then eyes the miniature black cauldron before her, a wooden ladle for stirring sticking from its opening, steam rising as something bubbles within.

"Almost..." the Baphomet murmurs, wiping a bit of perspiration from her forehead with a single furry digit. "It should form....now!" she cries, pointing at the opening, as something stirs within, and with what sounds as if the cauldron itself was coughing, a pink cloud billows out from the circular hole, shaping into a hollowed heart shape before spreading further and dissipating into the air. The sweet smell of something akin to strawberries fills the air.

The Baphomet, previously stony-faced and concentrating, leaps into the air, a grin of childish delight plastered on her face. "Yes, yes!" she cries, hopping in one place before striking a victory pose, one furry hand upon her hip as the other juts forward, two digits spread in a V sign for her apparent victory in the concocting arts. After her dance of joy, she quickly picks up an empty flask that lay nearby, diving it into the black bowl and scooping its contents within the flask. As she pulls back, she now has a container half-full of bubbling pink liquid, little puffs of miniature smoke hearts giving it an innocent look about it. The Baphomet takes a small inhale, wafting the aroma of this potion towards her waiting senses. She lets out a soft sigh, almost pleasured in its sound, before her smile becomes more mischievous.

"Now I can really have some fun~" she says to herself, gazing at her reflection in the surface of her held item. "This will be my first time testing it out...what to do, what to do..." she murmurs, moving over to a nearby window.

The view outside is grand and distant. This Baphomet, a fan of princesses and all they symbolize, naturally houses herself in the highest room of the tallest tower, while her Witch subordinates reside lower, taking care of the other duties of her beloved Sabbath, while she plots, surveying the distant land before her. As her head slowly turns, something catches her eyes. A spread of grassland, well-kept and sectioned off with produce. A small house in the center, with few residents...even from this height and distance, the Baphomet can see the farmer who maintains this land...as well as a few of them.

The Baphomet's grin becomes toothier, even more mischievous than before. Yes...one of them would be perfect...


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A Holstaurus lays in the graze, her eyes shut to the world. The sun's rays beat down on her, highlighting her soft skin, and warming her entire body. Her lip curls into a soft smile beneath the warmth over her, as she dreams her silent dreams, resting on the farm she calls home, unaware of what the day will bring, and at the moment, uncaring. She does not notice when a small shadow draws over her, blocking her precious sunlight for a moment. The sun-eclipsing figure takes something in their hands, and leans in closer, before gently lifting her head up. The Holstaurus appears to stir, but it is only the shifting of one whose dream is adapting to what is happening to their form in the realm of reality. Something presses at her lips, and instinctively, she reacts, and before she fully understands, a warm liquid pours into her mouth, her body gulping it to keep her from drowning in her sleep.

She is released after several drops are drank, and her head returns to the soft grass. The instant it does, however, her eyes shoot open as she is assaulted with an unknown sensation. Her body begins to warm from the inside, which causes her to gasp and curl her form in a fetal position, even as her eyes gazed at inhuman feet. Looking up, she sees a Baphomet, eyes alight with mischief and triumph, holding an empty flask. Even as her body burns from the inside, she has enough clarity to ask a question that burns even more in her mind.

"What...have you done to me...?"

The Baphomet chuckles, sounding like she has rehearsed the laugh for megalomania purposes. She then shook the depleted bottle in her hand. "Experimental purposes. I got something good to try, and you and those..." she says, pointing at the massive mammaries that were indicative of a Holstaurus's femininity. "...need to go. As well as everything else that's big about you. Welcome to the Sabbath, little cow! We've been waiting for you!" she says, throwing her head back with another rehearsed laugh.

The Holstaurus groans again, writhing on the ground, as if she was living a nightmare her dream suddenly became, which was not unlike what she considered the sensation at the moment. However, there was something about the process that made it especially unbearable...the fact that it felt good. Her body was not burning with pain, but with lust, desire. This was not completely unlike the feeling she would get when she would see red, before she immediately would charge for the farmer that managed this farm and its products, and sate herself with him. Within the shorts that she wore loosely, already her groin began to soak, making her legs clutch together in a feeble attempt to hold back the flow. Behind her shirt, the nipples of her breasts began to harden with her arousal, and the shirt was too uncomfortable to remain. Desperately, she raised it up, allowing them freedom from their confines, and to allow her body some manner of heat relief, anything to subside the burn.

The Baphomet continues to smirk, enjoying the show. At any moment, the transformation would truly start...

The Holstaurus puts a hand to her face, in a mixture of shame and frustration at her plight, until she feels a slight compression. Pulling her hand back, it appears to shrink, to recede, and she watches as the features become even more dainty than before, even more fragile. Suddenly, similar sensations begin to arise over the rest of her body, as she feels her legs reduce in length and width. The sky recedes from view a little more, as her backside no longer lifts her as much from the grass as before. Her face tightens, any signs of aging she may have inadvertently had disappearing. She coughs, noting her voice change in pitch with each sound, growing higher and higher, more akin to those of a young niece that resides here on the farm. She clutches her body, writhing as the transformation continues. It was all so unbearable, and only because it was so intense in the warmth, the pleasure...

However, not all is going according to plan...

"What? No! No! Why aren't they shrinking?!" the Baphomet shrieks.

At first the Holstaurus doesn't know what the stubborn demon girl is speaking of, so hazy is she in her thoughts. Then the sensation, that ever-constant burn, vanishes from her body, and she is left, panting and reduced in mass, upon the grass. Weakly, lost in her confusion and the overwhelming experience she has just been forced to endure, she stands...only to nearly lose her balance, as her shrunken body is not used to the unchanged shape and size of her bosom.

The Baphomet is livid, face already reddening, cheeks puffed in inarticulate rage, before letting out a yell as she stamped her foot upon the soft grass. "Why?! Why?! Why?!" she repeatedly screeches, waving her arms as if striking invisible targets. "It was supposed to work! Why doesn't it work on you stupid cows?! Why can't we get rid of those stupid mounds of flesh?!" she queries to the silent air, as the Holstaurus watches on, more confused at the situation than anything.

"Umm...Excuse me..."

"Don't talk to me, cow! You just keep your stupid boobies away from me, they might be contagious! They're so hard to get rid of!" The Baphomet shoots back, making the gentle cow-girl recoil as if she was nearly physically hit. The Baphomet glares at her angrily, before her gaze dulls just a bit, and drops to gaze at her breasts, still just as big as they were before her forced transformation, but disproportionate with her current form, smaller than even the Baphomet's youthful body. The demon steps closer to the Holstaurus, and pokes her mounds directly, making the cow-girl yelp and cover herself instinctively. "What's so good about these dumb things, anyway..." she grouses, poking them again with a blank look on her face.

"Umm...please don't..."

"Hush!" the Baphomet snaps, before grabbing the other girl's soft flesh, squeezing them and rotating them as if examining them clinically. "They're soft, but all they do is bounce around and look stupid." she mumbles, stills letting her hands explore the Holstaurus's trademark, while said victim of this invasion of space just let out soft moans as she did so. "Yet all the guys go gaga for this crap...Why...?" The Baphomet muses, before she gives a breast a particularly rough clench, which makes the other gasp as a white liquid squirts from her nipple and splashes the Baphomet in the face, directly hitting the eye.

"Agh! You squirted me, you stupid cow!" the Baphomet cries out, hitting the ground as she rubs her blasted eye, glaring at the bovine beauty as if she somehow initiated the attack.

"I-It's not my fault...! You were the one who...!"

"Shut up shut up shut up!" the Baphomet insisted, hopping to her feet, hands clenched. "You squirted me with boobie juice! What if I start growing bit stupid titties like you?!" she said, before leaping at the Holstaurus, who raised her arms to defend herself...


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Elsewhere, the farmhouse door shuts behind a young farmowner, as his arms stretch to the sky, a small yawn escaping his mouth. He has just awoken from a nap after having engorged himself on Holstaurus milk from an earlier milking, and his energy has fully returned. He has little to do today in terms of tasks, but the earlier it can be done, the better.

The youth is well-versed in the art of dealing with unexpected occurrences, despite the dullness one might expect from a farm owner's life, but even he is stumped for a reaction, when as he steps out to the field, he is treated to the site of two youthful forms rolling around in the grass. The farmer watches, nonplussed, as the wheel of women rolls right past him, his ears assaulted with screeches of irritation, anger, and insults towards mothers. Blinking a few times, thinking he is still in the world of dreams, he jogs himself over to the still-rolling pile of females, before reaching into the skirmish and pulling the two away from each other, confused even as he says "Just what is going on here?" He glances at the Holstaurus, which forces him to do a double-take. "....Lavender? What happened to you, girl?"

The Holstaurus's face flushes crimson, before she raises a slightly bruised finger to point at the Baphomet opposite her, who struggles against the man's hand as if to continue the fight. "She did it to me, sir." she says simply.

"And it was a failure! A big, bouncy, stupid failure!"

The farmer sighs to himself, wondering how this all happened while he snoozed. Naturally he had heard of the Baphomet's tendency, but he never would have assumed it would end up happening to one of his girls. "This isn't permanent, is it?"

The Baphomet turns her face away from him, crossing her arms defiantly. "It'll be over in a day. It was just a test..." she mutters stubbornly.

The man releases her from his grip, and smiles in relief. "Well, that's good. Hear that, Lavender? You'll be back to normal tomorrow." The Holstaurus nods with a smile in response to his statement, while the Baphomet huffs in indignation.

"You don't realize what you're missing, idiots. A body like this is perfect for men!" she insists.

The man rolls his eyes and turns away from her. "Sure, sure it is. C'mon, Lavender, there's things that need to be done." he says, holding his hand out for the diminutive cow-girl to take.

Turning his back proves to be an ill decision, as with a frustrated cry, he feels the strong arms of the Baphomet clamp onto his waist. "You don't believe me, do you?!" she shouts, before using her prodigious strength to throw the man down onto his back with relative ease. Quickly, she leaps to stand over him, once again taking a more imperial position to stand in. She holds a hand to her chest, and the man watches as the fur around her private areas begins to recede. "I'll show you...I'll teach you just what you men are supposed to like!" she cries, as bare chest begins to appear, before she bends down, and with a single grab and a single pull, the man finds himself disposed of his clothes below the waist, exposed to the world.

Lavender makes a squeal of embarrassment at the reveal, while the man is more vocal in his distress. "Hold on a minute! You can't be seEEE--!" His sentence cuts itself off as the Baphomet takes hold of his flaccid appendage, shaking a little as she blankly watched it flop around in her hand, before she started to slide her furred grip over it, using a digit to stroke the head, waiting for it to get hard beneath her touch. The farmer groans beneath her, the touch of another always more pleasing than his own physical comfort, and already, the natural human reaction was beginning to take place. This seems to please the Baphomet, who smirks before she leans over to kiss the half-grown organ, which swells even more upon the contact, as the farmer lets out an exhale of surprise pleasure, not figuring he'd like this as much as his body insisted he would.

"That's it...get nice and hard so you can fill me up..." murmurs the Baphomet, as she continues her stroking, the penis essentially fully-grown, a well-sized piece to be used and to demonstrate her philosophy with to this man. She leans down and once again teases it, this time by extending her tongue, and letting the saliva-covered muscle slide all the way from the base to the tip, the man's moan of pleasure perfectly in sync with the journey her tongue made; as it went higher, so did his voice.

Lavender watches with a flushed face, through fingers that covered her face, as the farmhand she'd known for some time was being made to be used by the daemonic child. Despite her embarrassment, she once again had to cross her legs; the arousal juices had once again decided to begin flowing through her, her nipples once again hardening in their desire to be used, to be teased or suckled from. Dropping to the ground, a hand left her face to explore other venues, to see if there was something that could be done.

During this, the Baphomet seems ready to ignite the man's desire further, her tongue no longer going to be the only source of pleasure the man would endure. She hovers her face over the member he sports, gazing at it, feeling it throb beneath her grip, relishing the pulse of a healthy, strong man's desire, especially for her and because of her. With a lick of her lips, she devours him, his member disappearing into her mouth, the orifice inhaling him, a contrast to the sharp exhale of the man, whose face was flushed with desire, and embarrassment at his helplessness to resist what was going on; he couldn't find a way to escape the Baphomet's blowjob, no matter how he tried. Attempts to push himself away just ended with him grabbing clumps of grass and groaning at the child-like monster's lips slid over his manhood, the slick, warm feeling incomparable to other sexual acts.

Lavender keeps to herself as long as she can, both fingers exploring her tiny body now, her eyes closed as her breath is light from pressing her fingers against a soaking womanly flower, the other hand exploring her still-grand breasts, teasing a nipple and making it leak just slightly with her milk. Her eyes open, and she is still assaulted with the sight of the Baphomet over the man she likes, sucking upon him like a perversion of a child suckling from a breast, the tap of life, the object she still possessed while the Baphomet would forever lack...

Jealousy springs forth within her, and on an impulse, she pushes the demon away with an upset shout, the Baphomet tumbling away with a look of surprise and shock as Lavender descends on her desired lover. "L-Let me do it! I have these, still!" she insists, holding up her breasts, before clamping them down on him, making him return from his own shock to another groan of pleasure, as the child-like Holstaurus used her still-impressive breasts to massage the warm manhood between them, which throbbed with held-back release, already half-finished due to the Baphomet's technique. But Lavender is determined to be the one to make him finish, with her own natural talents.

She starts slowly at first, her fleshy mounds pressing firmly against him, her hands able to feel his extremity even through the mass she held on it, as she stroked them simultaneously, vertical ministrations that made the man sigh as if comforted, his head falling back and a previously-resisting arm flopping to the grass, as he gazed at the blue sky with an empty expression on his face; he was lost to her pleasure, and this made her happy, inciting her to speed up, feeling him pulsate between her, she added her tongue to the mixture; every time the tip appeared through her cleavage, the muscle was there to tease the tip, even lapping a bit of salty pre-cum from him, while he writhed beneath her.

The Baphomet watches indignantly, disgusted at the display, and still aroused and wanting more, but she too is mesmerized by what she is seeing...

And soon it ends. Taking another clutch of grass in his hands, the man explodes, his ejaculation erupting forth from his member, splashing Lavender's face as she squeals with a mixture of arousal and delight at what she has done, recoiling even as he spurts even more, his white emissions landing on the grass nearby, and staining his shirt before it finally calmed down. The Holstaurus scoops some splashed cum from her bosom, before licking it off her finger, savoring the taste of the man she liked. "Did I do good, sir?"

Before he has time to answer her, she is shoved out of the way. "Yeah, whatever, you did great with those big cheat-mountains on your chest!" the Baphomet says angrily, standing over the man once again. She smirks down at him after she watches the cow-girl tumble away, noting he still has the virility to remain erect even after his orgasm. "Now I get to use a little girl's true secret weapon...nobody can resist this!" she says, holding a pair of fingers down to her groin, so she could spread herself and show the man the pink flesh that yearned for him, which he couldn't tear his eyes off of, despite himself. She kneels down, positioning herself, feeling for when his tip would tease at her entrance...there! There he was, standing and ready to enter her fleshpot, which she did with energy and aplomb, sinking down on him, a synchronous groan emitting from both of the humanoid beings that just became interlocked.

The farmer squirms again beneath this pleasured assault. Not only is he just coasting off from a huge orgasm, making his organ sensitive to any sensation, he was now inside the diminutive girl-demon, a tightness he had never known before engulfing his member, making sure that any chances of returning to a non-erect state were out the window at the moment. The tiny hole he was in could barely accommodate him, as shown by the Baphomet's constant squirming to better position him; there was little room for leeway, he was filling her up so completely. Every twist, every turn she did...it caused warm, fleshy walls to rub against every inch of him, to warm up his already burning meat that he currently had shoved within her. It was almost a torture, but one of pleasure.

The Baphomet leans back, smirking with a self-satisfied expression on her face. "Yes...Yes...Feel that? That is what a child monster can bring to you...that is what the Sabbath will provide you...embrace it...drown in it..." she encourages, feeling completely in control of the situation. Her hips move, and her tiny lips clutch the man's member, not wanting to let go, almost unable to do so, he is so big within her, a shaft almost too huge for the hole to handle. If she was to move to roughly, she might cause herself to break, or completely lose herself to the man's cock. She couldn't let that happen...what mattered now was proving that her body was superior to that of the cow's, and to do that, she had to hold him, to tease him, to torment him until he would explode even more than his first eruption, the fluke the cow managed to leak out of him thanks to her warming him up.

Lavender recovers from her rolling away, her body prevented from being face-down in the grass thanks to her breasts, before she shakes herself clear of confusion and watches, frowning as she sees the horned juvenile spearing herself with the man's penis, the one she had already come to love, because it was attached to the man she liked. Again, she was momentarily captivated by the sight, her hands exploring her body, two fingers preparing herself for what she would do in just a few moments, to truly show up the upstart Sabbath leader.

The farmer groans beneath the Baphomet. He can't stand much more of the assault; how could he, after one explosion was immediately followed by a re-ignition? Still, he held himself as best he could. He couldn't bring himself to do much beneath her; she was in control, and he was submitting to a creature who simply jumped him. Was this rape? It probably counted, which would account for the man's submission for the admittedly-cute creature that currently leaned back so that he could watch his member impale her tiny vagina, even as her furred hands teased the little nubs on her chest, and her panting grew higher and quicker, almost in time with his. But no, he had to hold back somehow, to endure this torment the little braggart was putting him through.

The Baphomet is loving her position, the feeling of a hard, throbbing dick within her just what she needed to alleviate all the pressure and stress she had been feeling up until this point. She was close, so very close...she could feel a dam beginning to crack, her body was going to explode, the fires of lust welling up within her...

Only to be snuffed out when she was lifted up, her body vainly trying to keep the man held between her, as the Holstaurus, even as child-like as she was, threw her aside, causing her to sputter as she hit the grass rolling. She heard a yelp, and when she stopped her traveling across the field, she saw that again the Holstaurus had rebelled against her. She slams her fist upon the grass, seeing the child-with-breasts, the abomination, riding the man that was previously hers. It wasn't fair, curse it!

Lavender gasped in tune with the man she adored. Her tiny body granted her the ability at the moment to feel all of him inside her, a sensation like no other. It was like being branded by a hot iron, but the feeling was pleasurable, and entirely within her, a burning stab from her groin that flamed all throughout her nerve endings. It made her shudder with delight, even as her body made her rise and fall to obtain more of this wonderful feeling.

The man is almost overwhelmed by the new sensation. Lavender feels entirely different, and somehow tighter. Before, he could feel every inch of himself within her; this time, every molecule was being caressed, his very existence was being pleased by the shrunken cow-girl that was riding him. This time...this time he could feel the desire to push things along within him, as he watches her breasts bounce before him. Even with their ludicrous size juxtaposed against her bite-size body, they were beautiful. He pushes himself up, and latches onto a breast with his lips, nibbling the rock-hard nub to tease the liquid out of it. He relishes the cry of pleasure Lavender emits as the milk begins to flow down his hungry throat, filling him with the energy he needs. Taking hold of her waist, he thrusts. He thrusts with every ounce of strength he can muster.

Lavender cries out as she is actively ravaged by the man she jumped upon. It was a sensation even better than before, impossible as that seemed. He was lusting for her as she was for him, and they both were showing it in all their touches and actions: Her hands gripped his shoulders while his held her waist. Her lips uttered his title in passion even as he continued to suckle every ounce of the white liquid she held within her chest from her nipples. Their hips move by instinct at this point, slamming away at each other with enough vigor to nearly bruise the other. But neither cared at the moment; it was a matter for later, once their lust and desire for each others' affections was sated.

The Baphomet watches with jealousy burning inside her. Reluctantly, she has resigned to sucking lightly on a claw, even as her other arm teases her damp slit; reduced to pleasuring herself because she must admit defeat to the cow. She watches as they continue to ravage each other. One day she will attain that sort of desire from her own man; she is phenomenally disappointed that day was not today, all because of that failure potion and the stupid cow. Her body tenses beneath her touch. She bites her finger as she feels the sensation. Her eyes close as the dam bursts beneath her, a muffled cry emerging from her as her erotic juices cover the grass beneath her vigorously.

It was time, too, for the tryst of farmhand and cattle to end, and with a thunderous roar from the male, and a splitting cry from the female, a joint orgasm is obtained, the man's manhood twitching within the restrictive vagina, coating the insides white, filling up her womb to bursting even as excess cum finds nowhere to go but out, staining their weakened hips even more from the excessive lovemaking they have just committed. Their cries of ecstasy mingle into each other, until they are muffled by the two clamping their mouths against each other, sealing their desire with a kiss that continues, even as they fall back to the ground in pure exhaustion and energy depletion.

Neither have noticed that the instigator of all this has already left the scene without a trace, save for a very wet path of grassland...


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Two Witches, a senior member, indicated by the number of hearts on her pointed hat, points past a much more recent member who only has a single heart mark upon her had. "You missed a spot." she informs, referring to a crack on the stone wall, that looked as if something impacted it extremely hard.

"Oops." the junior Witch states, raising her staff, which begins to glow, repairing the dented wall within a few moments. "There we go." she says, before taking another look around at the mess that was still there, and sighing. "Mistress has made quite the mess for us to clean up..." she mused.

The senior Witch is busy using her magic to reassemble a torn spell book, the pages scattered all across the room, one half of the spine beneath a caved-in bed, another stuck beneath a dresser that had all its drawers ripped out, and one corner bitten off. "It happens sometimes. Mistress is known for her temper tantrums. Be glad we don't have to do this by hand."

"Oh, that would be horrible!" the younger Witch exclaims, trying to use her magic to properly re-stuff a teddy bear that was gruesomely decapitated and eviscerated. "But I wonder what it was that made her this angry..."

"There could have been any number of reasons." the senior says simply.

"Yeah, but I heard a little of what she was screaming, but I don't get it. What does 'Fun bags' and 'meat baskets' mean?"

"...So that's what it was...again..." the senior murmurs, so that only herself can here it. To the junior member, she just smiles and pats her head for a successful teddy-bear repair job. "I'll explain it to you later."

[Tsar CUBE]

Loli Oppai Holsty for the WIN!!!! X3

One of the funniest fics you wrote so far, possibly the second funniest only to "Day at the Daycare Center", the reactions of Bapho-chan were both, cute, hilarious... and potentially scary >.>;

The rolling like a ball past him was one of the funniest scenes ever, so was the fixing of the teddy bear... poor teddy bear X3

But as cute as it was it was also very HOT, the scenes with Bapho and Holsty, though constantly interrupted, were very steamy o////o

And I really like the ending, though I feel sorry for Bapho-chan, I am still glad the Holsty got the guy in the end :3