[Side Story] Morgan's Boredom

On a warm spring day, a naked young woman with antlers on her head sat in the shade with her back against the trunk of a picture perfect tree. She was in the middle of a lush forest, relaxing underneath a canopy of leaves that cast tiny sunbeams through the gaps in the leaves. A pleasant breeze made its way through the forest, rustling the leaves and making the beams dance upon her delicate form. Her arm rested upon a deer laying next to her while a few little fuzzball bunnies were curled up against her legs. It was an absolutely surreal scene, one that would only be possible in a beautiful painting made by the old art masters.

She was Coltia, goddess of herbivores. At least that was her name among the few gods that bothered to remember it, along with the few communities of humans that worshiped her. Well, they didn’t worship her by herself, they worshiped Tasdon and Mamera, god and goddess of hunting, then her on the side. She was a weak goddess, one that no god nor human paid close attention to. Honestly, who could blame them? The only thing she had going for her was her divine body. This entailed immortality as well as physical and magical capacity beyond the grasp of mortals, in addition to a small set of natural abilities. She was above the strongest of mortals, but was at the lowest rungs of the divine ladder. Being the goddess of herbivores, she could share senses with these animals and command them to follow her will, but what use was an army of fangless, clawless creatures? Maybe if she was a goddess of carnivores, someone would fear her, but she wasn’t. She was no threat to anyone and could safely be ignored, which made her the perfect target.

Coltia was indeed relaxing, but a more accurate way to put it was that she was enjoying her afterglow. Earlier, she had linked her senses to dozens of pairs of animals and compelled them to participate in a mass breeding orgy with each other. She began alone, using one hand to stimulate her lower body and the other to knead her breast while teasing her nipple. As she got into a rhythm and started heating up, she willed pairs of forest creatures to begin copulating themselves. Unfortunately for her, none of them experienced the same duration or intensity for sex as a human. They were just naturally not built that way, so the degenerate goddess made up for this by having multitudes of them start their breeding sessions in a staggered fashion to cover the whole time. They performed their perverted roles dutifully, sending an undulating stream of pleasure to their goddess. Even though each didn’t feel anything special, the goddess was being fed multiple sets of stimulation that combined with her own self-pleasure, creating a mind bending pleasure.

She could feel the sensation of penetrating as well as being penetrated, as well as her own experienced hands working herself in all the ways she learned her body responded to best. The early group finished their natural process, as Coltia felt multiple small orgasms arrive from them. Another set was still in the midst of their movements as the central conductor of this strange concert willed a fresh group to begin. The session continued on in this practiced fashion, but after an indulgent amount of time, the goddess knew that she was getting close to what she was seeking.

She commanded all of her followers left, including those that had already finished at the start, to begin the final act. Her hands started to focus on her most sensitive spots as the cacophony of senses reached its peak. After withstanding the torrent for as long as she could, the goddess let out a loud lust-filled moan. Her back arched and her hips bucked forward as her body spasmed violently with climax. One hand remained stuck between her legs, continuing to finger vigorously despite her shuddering. Her other hand tightly gripped her breast, pinching and pulling her nipple as hard as she could. The powerful orgasm shook her body and unending waves of pleasure crashed onto her mind, inundating it. She looked nothing like the peaceful, tranquil goddess she was known as. Her face was dyed with lust and single minded pursuit for pleasure.

Her body’s **** movements finally slowed down, relaxing and finally coming to rest on the ground. She lay there, enjoying the feeling of her whole body throbbing with tingling sensation. The area between her legs continued to twitch with the aftershocks of a world-shattering orgasm, as her fingers idly circled her still erect nipples. She disconnected her senses from the innocent creatures around her and laid there for several minutes, letting her body wind down. When she had finished calming down, she moved, propping her back up against a nearby tree, then beckoning her comfortable companions over.

Sitting in the peaceful aftermath of the hurricane that occurred earlier, Morgan’s consciousness was completely clear of distraction. Her body had been fully satisfied, but her mind still had a discomfort plaguing it. She was bored. She was immortal now, a goddess with magic energy beyond the capabilities of any mortal, yet her unlimited number of days felt wasted. She had not forgotten her ambitions, but there were no chances to transfer herself to a more powerful god at the moment. She didn’t know where Tasdon nor Mamera were located, as they spent their time traveling the world, blessing hunters, and watching them take on powerful wild beasts.

The only other god that Morgan had met so far was the one that helped her get to her current position, Zymera, the goddess of dark magic. Zymera had reached out to Morgan after she had reached the peak of the mortal world when she successfully took the body of the demon queen for herself. Being the goddess of dark magic, Zymera had been watching Morgan’s journey with great amusement. She had witnessed Morgan pass through all kinds of forms, spanning males and females of all kinds of races. Humans, dwarves, elves, beastmen, homunculi, chimera, dragonkin, and demons to name a few. She watched with interest as Morgan moved her mind into more powerful beings, sometimes having to retreat backwards when opposition was too great. Zymera even helped from behind the scenes a few times, wanting to make sure that her latest self-driven toy didn’t break too soon.

The entertained goddess decided to help Morgan more directly, as she recognized that taking the step from a mortal to an immortal body would be problematic. The problem being that it would take a great deal of time and planning for one mortal alone to pull it off, time that Zymera knew she would grow bored of waiting. She revealed herself to Morgan, and offered to help her complete the next step in her journey. Morgan took Zymera’s offer, and entered the body of Coltia, which Zymera had easily subdued for her. Morgan would have loved to take Zymera’s body instead, in fact that fantasy was what had just fueled her recent intense self-pleasuring. While Coltia’s body was charming with its slim, toned, petite form and aura of innocence, it couldn’t compare to Zymera’s. Morgan’s obsession with dark magic naturally turned into an obsession with Zymera.

One could immediately tell from her appearance that she was a powerful goddess. She was twice the size of any man, with a proportionally full figure. She was adorned with magnificent breasts, a slim waist, and wide hips that would elicit envy from any woman and lust from any man. Her toned arms were tattooed with undecipherable symbols and magic circles over the smooth skin. A dark purple dress was draped over her shoulders, presenting her deep cleavage to any onlookers. As the dress continued past her incredible upper body, it contoured around her waist and hips, splitting at two high cuts in her dress. Her long, elegant legs were visible through these gaps in the dress, all the way up to her shapely upper thighs. She always stood, walked, and sat with an air of confidence and superiority.

She had sharp facial features, with purple eyes that seemed to stare right through any soul they gazed upon. Long straight silver hair framed her face and ran down her beautiful back, ending at her curvaceous behind. Two large curved horns crowned the top of her head, completing the aura of absolute authority. She was perfect, an unreachable and untouchable pinnacle of elegance and power. Her high divinity complemented this appearance and attitude, as she wielded physical and magical abilities that mortals could never comprehend. Even the other gods were careful of her, as she was known to subject both mortals and immortals to her dark magics.

Morgan wanted her, she wanted all of her. She dreamed of taking that perfection for herself. She wanted to look at her reflection and see the undisputed pinnacle of beauty looking back at her, smoldering with confidence and lust. She wanted to move her arms and see them follow command, and to cross her legs and see the incredible limbs follow the orders of their new master. She wanted the most powerful dark magics at her fingertips, awaiting her beck and call.

However, Morgan knew that Zymera was aware of her, and that it would be impossible to create an opportunity while she was on-guard. She was well aware of her role as Zymera’s toy, and that the dark goddess didn’t help out of the kindness of her black heart, but rather to entertain herself by watching Morgan invade other gods’ bodies.

Morgan also wanted to do exactly that, but was at a stagnation point. Such was the issue with a mortal mind suddenly finding itself among immortals. The first lesson she learned was that immortals had all the time in the world, and moved at their own pace. While being unable to find a solution to her current predicament, she had an idea pop into her head. Zymera had used her for entertainment, watching her use dark magic to undergo an insane transformation. Why couldn’t Morgan do the same to ease her own boredom?

Coltia got up from her resting state, her animal companions giving her space. She returned to her tower, where she kept everything she had interest in. Test subjects, magical materials, and journals upon journals of notes were contained within the private structure, which was hidden far from prying eyes. She retrieved one of her earliest notebooks, the one that had made her success possible, the one which contained the first mind transfer magic pattern. Morgan had made modifications and improvements to it as she continued to study and use it, but she wanted her inheritor to create their own version to suit their own needs. That inheritor would need to be found first though. Morgan knew that she had to be careful not to create a rival, so she ruled out those competent and ambitious enough to become a threat. She also needed a toy that was intelligent enough to use the magic, and interesting enough to use it in an entertaining way.

Morgan made use of Coltia’s abilities, using the eyes and ear of the animals under her domain to search for suitable candidates. After a long search, a little bunny rabbit stumbled upon the misfit boys in the quaint town of Knottori, and took interest in their dynamic. After observing them for a while, Morgan determined that they would be the perfect test subjects. She set up a half-buried chest near their base, and placed the journal and burnt wicked branch within. She remained at a distance, continuing to observe their mischief through her animal avatars. It seemed like her plan was a success, as it brought her great entertainment to watch the young men use her spell to **** a female knight. It was fun to learn everything about the misfit boys as well as Rosalind and the friend that she often wrote to. However, as with everything interesting, it became routine and lost its charm once there was nothing left to learn. She decided to spice things up by having her smaller creatures steal the letters that Rosalind sent in order to provoke a reaction from the friend she wrote to. A new actor would liven up the stage, and hopefully this would prove to be entertaining.