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Condiment Wizard was doing his best to power and provide the necessary material to his magic ketchup clouds. It wasn't easy, as the red thundercloud kept wanting to expand as he provided more material. So he had to keep it under tight control and force it to condense, which he was able to pull off.

He had a bit of a scare when all those fake green lanterns showed up. He had to direct the red cloud angels to gather from where they'd scattered to focus on repelling the fakes. In the end he got his victory, and the fakers were either driven off or captured, mostly driven off. Though he did direct the red cloud angels to drop off the captives into the crashed space ship.

He was hoping that Overmachine could take care of them. With the fake green lantern invasion of the skies dealt with, he refocused on his task of powering dozens of red ketchup rivers into the red cloud spell. He had expanded the cloud, giving it two arms and half a torso. It would take a lot more magic ketchup to finish the torso alone, but Condiment Wizard was getting there.

It was hard to focus at times as well. Avery was dressed and standing by in a decent and pretty outfit; the other girls weren't. The six he'd had fun with earlier were standing around him in a semi-circle, clearly eager to help. The problem was they were all completely naked with his cum dripping off them. They'd look, making it hard for him to focus whenever he looked in their direction.

So he tried not to look; honestly, he had expected Avery to step in and get them into proper clothes so they weren't too distracting. Sadly it seemed she was too focused on being ready to serve him at any moment to even care about the woman around them who was still breathing much less about what they were wearing.

He didn't say anything, as he had to put all his efforts into the spell and had no breath to spare. Though he would be sure to punish them later for being such lewd distractions, which they would no doubt enjoy in the end. He shook his head for a moment, trying to shake out just how perverted his minions were and get the task done. For another few hours he pumped more and more ketchup into the red thunder clouds.

Then out of nowhere an incident occurred, proving something that Condiment Wizard hadn't asked. That there were more distracting and perverted minions out there. As appearing from thin air, Zartanna stood directly behind him. Her arms were quickly wrapped around his torso, and she touched and massaged everything she could touch with her hands.

"Master, your servant is here." Zartanna whispered into his ear her hunger for him in every word. "I know I was supposed to be hiding the card you played when no one expected it, but I couldn't do it." Zartanna said a deep shame in her voice now. "When I get you due, I had to find you, and now I shall serve you in person instead of through gifts." Zartanna said as he began nibbling on his ear.

"On that, did you like that wand I got you?" Zartanna said hope in her voice that he had liked it. In this very moment Condiment Wizard learned several things. First, his fan had been Zartanna, which was rather ego-boosting. As she was powerful with magic herself, and so her admiring his magic was a sign he was going in the right direction as a dark wizard.

On the other hand, the second thing he learned is he couldn't stop ketchup rivers. He had too much power flowing all at once, and he could feel if he stopped to answer Zartanna, there would be very big consequences. Zartanna, feeling the tension in his body and taking in the magic he was performing, came to a quick conclusion.

"I see the spell you're casting is rather stressful; one, allow me to help with that." Zartanna whispered with a voice practically dripping with seduction. She then kissed her way slowly down his back until she reached his ass and pulled his pants down. She then began French kissing his ass while fondling his balls gently. In surprise and pleasure, Condiment Wizard let out a pleasured groan.

The other seven women watched in envy as Zartanna pleasured their master. All hoping to be allowed to help please their master and ready to snap Zartanna's neck if she even slightly annoyed the Condiment wizard. So it was with Zartanna groping him with a live audience that Condiment Wizard continued his magic work.

In another part of the crashed spaceship Overmachine laughed hysterically at what his benefactor was doing. He had indulged in power plays a time or two, but he'd never had one of a world's most powerful magical users pleasure him while he did his show of power. It only proved how great and interesting his benefactor was in the end.

That was another thing he had found that had surprised him; he knew before his defeat and death that he never really cared for mortal concerns one way or another. So his ability to laugh and enjoy the things going around him was another sign of his improvement. He'd really have to get something good for his benefactor to show his appreciation.

He believed his current project was going to make a very good gift indeed. Though it is still not to be finished. He gazed at the goddess Artemis, who was still trying to resist the transformation. She was failing rather badly; the blue cheese had crept up her limps into her torso. At the moment the only part of her body that was truly her's was her neck and head.

"Why must you make this more difficult? You will be turned. Why not just get it over with?" Overmachine asked a bit confused on the point of her resisting the process anymore. Sure, it was a decent act of defiance, but in the end she was only making the whole thing more slow and painful than it really needed to be. Artemis looked at him with eyes filled with rage and hate.

"I will turn you into an immortal deer so that my hounds may hunt and devour you again and again for the rest of eternity!" She whispered at Overmachine, her voice filled with raw hatred. Overmachine simply rolled his eyes and grabbed more blue cheese to inject into her neck and head to speed the process along.

Before he injected her with this new fresh batch of magic blue cheese, he looked her in the eyes and spoke calmly. "No, you won't; you'll be too busy thanking your new master like a cheap brothel whore." Overmachine stated matter-of-factly, causing him to hiss curses at him to quiet for him to hear, but angry sounding enough for him to get the gist of it.

"So childish." Overmachine said with a shake of his head and injected Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, with more magic blue cheese. For a few desperate moments Artemis held on, but it was soon enough too much for her, and the transformation continued, turning her working its way down her head and up her neck. Her mouth was one of the last things to change.

So she used her final free breaths to curse him the depths of tarteraus. Soon after those final words, the Artemis that was no longer existed, and a new Artemis was born. Seeing the transformation was complete, Overmachine released her from her bonds. So she got up slowly and gazed at her new body. She was taller and far more curvy than she had ever been.

Artemis being the goddess of the hunt and Chasity had always appeared more like the stage between girl and woman. Her Constantine hunting gives her time muscles that further emphasize her teenage body. The new curves along with her muscles made her currently look like a porn parody of a workout girl. She was also no longer wearing a rag but a skin-tight suit that shifted in color, causing her to blend in wherever she stood.

She held up her hand, and arrows of pure and holy silver appeared above her fingers. She waved her fingers around, and the arrows flew across the room. "They thought I was a goddess of hunting before." Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, said, eager to use her new abilities for a man that had just shown he was far more than she deserved. She left the room, and Overmachine watched Gi wondering what kind of trophy she'd bring to their mutual benefit.