Lady Artemis

The bedroom door burst open, incinerated to pure ash as Logan's mother stalked into the room, milky white eyes ablaze with dangerous anger.

"Kuvon is a good match for the bloodline. You will marry him. Now get dressed, and no more of this childish behavior."

The older sorceress hissed at her daughter.

"Fuck you too."

Logan sighed softly. She gazed wearily at the powerful woman as she strutted out of the room and a door materialized out of thin air behind her, shutting firmly in her wake.

"Yeah..... I am not marrying him.."

Logan stood up and this time grabbed a couple of things from her closet, packing it into a backpack whilst gripping the flute and dagger from Ollivander around her neck and stashed against her thigh as well. They hummed with her magical energy as she shouldered the backpack and this time extended her hand again with determination.

"Grimoire!"

She commanded authoritatively. The aura infused Spellbook appeared afloat in front of her again and she inhaled deeply before exhaling.

"Write me in as a demigod descendant of Hecate. And send me to camp Half-Blood hill-"

The words barely left her lips before she was swallowed by the Grimoire again and spat out into the fictional world. Only, she wasn't where she initially had planned to be.

"Run!"

Mortals screamed and rushed around like ants in the supercenter and suddenly, Logan could see why. Two large minotaurs were wrecking havoc in the Wal-Mart Supercenter. What the mortals saw were terrorists, but what Logan saw was two beefy bull headed monsters with the torsos of a man and hooves for feet. They swung their axes along the rows, destroying everything in sight until they smelled Logan's scent and charged toward her viciously. The semi second adrenaline seemed to kick in and she basically scated across the floor trying to run away from the monster-men beasts.

'Fight'

She heard the whisper in her head and thus drew her curved dagger and dove to the ground, tucked and rolled out of harm's way. Her reflexes were surely kicking in now and her gray eyes turned milk white as she redifined her fiction hopping body.

"Attack!"

In the distance she heard a loud hunting horn, followed by dozens of arrows flying overhead and impaling the minotaurs from afar, turning them both to ashes. Only one group had such aura imbued arrows. It must be the hunters of Artemis.

"...holy hell..."

"You girl. Come here!"

Logan couldn't move in time before a strong grip curled around her arm and yanked her up from the ground. She was met by electric blue eyes and punk rock style hair and eyeliner. The girl also wore something similar to a tiara atop her head. Realization dawned on the teen sorceress and she smirked once brought to her feet.

"You must be Thalia Grace."

Logan grinned. Her cockiness was short lived as the demigod's balled up fist met with her gut and she was winded, hands tied behind her back and sack thrown over her head. She could faintly hear girl voices arguing with each other as she was shoved into a van and **** face down. Her heart pounded in her head and the moving car became a dull path in her head after a couple hours...

~

"Get out."

Logan was grabbed again, woken from her sleep and kicked out of the van. The sack was removed from her head and she was pushed down onto her knees in front of the holy beauty herself. Her jaw was grabbed tightly and she was **** to look up into Lady Artemis' mystical silver eyes.

"The council is disturbed and on the brink of war by you being here. So whom might you be?"

The goddess questioned sharply. Logan swallowed hard and yanked her face from the woman's grip, grinning snidely.

"I'm a simple traveller."

"You dare lie to a goddess?"

One of Artemis' silver hunting knives dug against Logan's throat and she gulped hard, eyeing the woman defiantly.

"Kill me and I'll be back. Again and again and again-"

Logan's words were silenced with a kick to the chest and she went flying backward. She crashed into the stolen van and coughed up blood, wheezing slightly. A kick from a god should have killed any mortal. But then again, Logan wasn't exactly mortal. She came from a prestigious family of powerful sorcerer's. A mouthful of blood was spit from her mouth before Logan staggered back to her feet with a soft sniffle and a few cracking pops in her back.

"That all you got?"

Logan's gaze was glued onto the powerful goddess and she felt dread fill the pit of her stomach as a silvery lasso appeared from thin air and coiled around her neck. Artemis yanked on it and **** the girl to stumble forward.

"I am not one in the game for torturing maidens... but as fate would have it, you have no desire to fight me. Nor do you fear me. This alone is utmost disrespect to any other God."

Lady Artemis eyed the teen and pursed her lips. In the books, the goddess normally had taken the form of a preteen girl in order to blend in with her demigod and mortal hunters whilst roaming the terrain. Now however, she had chose a more flourishing age. Most likely late twenties with a curvaceous frame, round breasts and silken auburn hair that was braided down her back. Her traditional Greek garb left little to the imagination as it revealed her toned legs and was modestly held tied shut by a golden rope around her waist. Logan could also see some tasteful sideboob on either side. It was apparent where her eyes had strayed as soon as Artemis had taken such an appearance.

"You'll be coming with us. Hunters, move out!"

Artemis tugged on Logan's silvery leash and the teen stumbled forward, digging her heels into the dirt to no avail. The goddess didn't even have to try when it came to stringing Logan along through the foresty terrain. Soon, as it began to grow dark, they finally arrived at an encampment where the other half of hunters were situated, all doing their own duties of cleaning, foraging, sharpening arrows or cooking meals.

"You can't keep me prisoner-"

"Silence."

The goddess said calmly. Artemis entered the largest tent and inside, a lavish bed of bear furs was thrown together. It smelled strongly of pine and honeysuckle and Logan gazed around at the mortal trinkets. She wondered why a goddess would keep such pointless things.

"How about you start this time with your name."

Artemis took a seat on the bed and began sharpening her twin hunting blades. She didn't need to look up, but Logan couldn't stop looking down at the cleavage taunting her. The teen licked her parched lips and cleared her throat.

"Logan."

"Just Logan?"

Artemis arched a shaped brow and tilted her head slightly upward to gaze at the sorceress.

"Logan Alexandria Drakone."

Logan responded dryly. She couldn't deny the thrill of chills she had been experiencing ever since she first made first contact with the certain auburn haired goddess.

"How did you come to be here?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Artemis exhaled heavily and sheated her blades before meeting eye to eye with Logan.

"Tell me anyway."

Logan chewed on the inside of her cheek and contemplated her choices. Who knew what that fuck would happen in this storyline now.

"I'm a Half-Blood sorceress from New Jersey. My Grimoire takes memory of every story, movie or show that I've ever read or watched and thus, allows me to enter that alternative universe per say."

Logan said bluntly.

"I can see why Zeus is disturbed by you being here then."

The goddess released the silver leash from Logan and cut the rope from her wrists before standing up as well.

"Show me how it works. I assume I am one of the many characters you've read or watched?"

Artemis didn't seem shocked by the fact. More like curious. It was all so strange for Logan to comprehend, confiding in a fictional character of her true identity. Sheepishly, she massaged her raw wrists and then extended her hand with the mood ring on her index finger.

"Grimoire."

The Spellbook shimmered into existence and Artemis stepped beside Logan to peer over her shoulder.

"You write in Greek?"

Logan nodded.

"Greek, Egyptian Hieroglyphics, Arabic and Sanskrit. Never English though."

Logan licked her bottom lip and felt butterflies in her stomach increase as she held the power to rewrite a goddesses description in this alternative universe.

"You are distinctly a man-hating, virgin maiden, child nuturing goddess of the moon and nature."

Logan acknowledged.

"Yes."

Artemis stepped closer and touched the Grimoire page, eyeing her profile in curiosity.

"It says you would never lose your chastity. So if I willed it, you would no longer need to stay a virgin-"

Logan was slapped hard upside her head and she groaned, rubbing the new welt at the back of her skull from Artemis' **** ridden lash.

"Hades no! Don't speak such foolishness."

The goddess hissed softly. Logan shrugged in response and instead, blessed the goddess with a surprise in her crotch before closing her Grimoire and letting it fade away back into her mood ring.

"What did you do to me?"

Logan grinned a little and grabbed the golden sash around the goddesses waist, untying it and eyeing the hardening buds of her nipples through the silky fabric.

"I gave you a penis.... at least this way your female virginity will remain intact."

Logan grinned cockily and pulled the silk material from Artemis' body. It pooled around her ankles and Logan stared at the goddesses naked body in awe. The growing erection of eight girthy inches of goddess cock. Round lemon sized, hairless balls and two dark brown succulent nipples.

"Your delusions will cost you!"

Artemis was furious. And before Logan could run, she felt herself forcefully being resized. She shrunk until she was no longer able to fit in her clothes. The goddess seemed happy with her curse and plucked Logan up. All that could escape the sorcerer's lips was a whimper and then a loud cry.

'Why the fuck am I crying?'

Logan felt her body heating up and Artemis' body began to glow as well as she pushed Logan's infant sized body against her navel. The teen could feel herself being consumed by the immortal body, sinking in until she was attached to a snug and warm womb, a golden umbilical cord connecting her to the goddess causing all of her powers to be trapped under lock and key.

It was so warm though... and safe..

'Whats going on with me? Did that bitch just reverse birth me?'

Logan wondered, curling up into a fetal position and snuggling up in the large warm space.....

~

10 Months Later...

Logan felt all around her getting cramped. It was not a great feeling. Her snug and warm area was way too cramped and small now. Being consciously aware of being grown as a fetus was some fucked up shit as well....

"Calm down in there... shhhh..."

Artemis murmured as she relaxed into the hot springs with a strained breath. Her breasts were leaking with milk and her breathing had become slightly uneven. Such a powerful being she had accepted into her womb. Logan would be reborn as her own demigod child. Her first and last little spitfire huntress. The goddess didn't know what had overcome her to do such a hardore process, but it was due time she bore her own descendant into the Olympian family. It was her right.

"Hmmmmmmmm...."

Artemis moaned in pain as she felt her distended belly contract beneath her fingertips. A layer of sweat covered her breasts and forehead. The moon was extra bright tonight from her pain, her labor. It shone down on her and she dug her fingers into the mossy rocks at the edge of the spring pool.

"......gods.."

Artemis moaned her pain as the Olympian council watched in contempt from the heavens.

"Where there is pain, there will be love."

The soft voice travelled in the wind and Artemis hardened her resolve and rocked gently on her knees, breathing heavily as several of her young hunters stripped and joined her in the hot springs as well, beginning to massage her arms, shoulders and distended belly. Somehow when she'd started going into labor, the penis had disappeared and instead she had been greeted by her neatly trimmed vagina as it had begun stretching and dilating for birth.

"M'lady, the head is right there~"

Artemis nodded urgently and began to push. She pushed as hard as she could, cunt stretching as she birthed her first and only child into the world. Hera's wrath upon her only increasing the delivery time and labor pains tenfold. The wretched queen of Olympus was a wicked **** of a goddess to be reckoned with. And Artemis had never quite liked her....

~

"So this is Logan reborn as your kid huh?"

Thalia remarked, adjusting a pillow behind Artemis' back as the goddess breastfed the hungry newborn with snowy white hair.

'Why are they all looking at me like that?'

Logan thought to herself, eyes drooping from how exhausted she felt. Her mouth worked the milk source and she gulped hungrily at the flowing nectar from the goddesses left breast.

'So fucked up....'

Her eyes drooped again and she passed out in Artemis' arms to the gentle rocking motion and warm milk filling her hungry belly.

"Yes. She may still retain her previous parents genetics... but my DNA has been fused with her own as well. She is the hunts topmost priority from here on out."

Artemis said softly, unlatching the hours old infant and swaddling her in a deer fur blanket before laying her in a low ground wooden bassinet beside the bed of furs and rocking the sleeping baby carefully.

"Her name is her identity.... she will still be Logan Drakone... the demigod daughter of Artemis..."

~

Epilogue:

It took 18 long years of re-growth for Logan to gain a fresh and on-hands perspective of her fucked up storyline life. In some ways she had lost a lot of herself in the unbirthing and rebirthing process. But at the same time, she had been raised with a goddess as a mother and an entire group of huntresses as sisters. Life was great. Up until a certain dark haired stranger with obsidian hellish eyes had rode in on a chariot of skulls pulled by fire ablazed Skelton horses.

"HADES! BRING BACK MY CHILD!"

Artemis and the hunters were the last thing Logan saw as she was kidnapped and dragged to the otherworldly depths of the underworld.....