And so Are You

Some of the nice things about being a god include no need to sleep, eat, drink or otherwise rest. Oh, they do enjoy all those things at times and to varying degrees, certainly. But because of such nice things, Diana and Velka had been fucking for hours. However, even gods can pass out from sheer orgasm overdose. Not due to any failure of the divine body, but the achievement of pure bliss, and a relaxed state.

Or at least that’s what the two would make certain any who chronicled their hours of passionate, wild sex wrote down. “Well looks like you won...” Diana said with a fake pout, walking her fingertips up Velka’s bare abdomen slowly as the two lounged amongst the ruins of a transient land.

“Mmh... I suppose I did,” she replied with a stretch and coquettish smile. “Seems like our champions are a couple now as well.”

Diana arched an eyebrow and circled one of Velka’s nipples, “so what does that make us?”

Velka smiled coyly, “and why would you want to know that?”

Diana blushed but drew closer and pressed herself against Velka’s body... “You would make me say it, wouldn’t you?” she leaned into her ear and whispered, “sinner...”

Velka shudder involuntary, “not the kind of dirty talk I had in mind. But it’s working... and yes. I would love to hear you say it.,” she pursed her lips expectantly and wrapped an arm around the other goddess.

“Uhg. Fine. I thought I made it pretty clear in my Greek days I wasn’t at all into men... never stopped daddy from trying until I cut his testicles off one day. He’s fine they grew back... actually all the men in my family are pretty much like that. Anyway, then Romans come along and want to make this dumb stor- OKAY. IT WAS A TRAP, OK?” The goddess pouts and mumbles frustratedly.

“Yeah I wondered about that when you hung out with the nymphs all the time,” Velka took Diana’s cheek in her hand and turned her back to look eye to eye. “I suppose as the mortals say, it’s the 21st century, their’s anyway. I’ll make this much simpler. Are you trying to say you’d like for us to be a couple?”

Diana’s pout softened, “... yes?”

Velka traced her fingers down Diana’s temple and along her jaw to pull her into a kiss, it was short but meaningful for the two. “I think that can be arranged,” she smiled. “I’m assuming your parents won't approve.”

Diana felt at peace under Velka’s touch. She closed her eyes and pressed her head into her hand. “More than likely...” she opened one eye cautiously. “Wait, was that a yes?”

Velka laughed softly, “it’s not the answer that troubles me, it’s giving it to you straight. Yes.”

Diana grinned broadly, “me with questions, you with answers, I suppose we would have a little trouble with straight,” she kissed Velka back passionately, “Before we get carried away again... I believe I owe you a selection of something for your champion.”

“Yes, about that. I’ve altered the deal...” Velka said coyly.

“Oh, really?” Diana asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah... I figured since our girls are working together. I wanted you to go ahead and select one of the items for yours as well,” she grinned. “I made that choice before we were... a couple.”

Diana laughed, “the changes are acceptable... So let me tell you what. I told the girls about your Jayne. Most of them seemed anxious to meet her. The other option was a weapon. I’m proud of this one myself. The Sibyna of Queen Teuta of Illyria. The pirate queen from Ardiaei who sacked Cicily... and stupidly antagonized Rome. Honestly never seen one of these used, about average in length for a spear, it’s got wings at the spear socket like a hunting spear though. But you asked for something blessed by me... I’ve a javelin too. Always comes back to you when you call it. Sometimes to very messy effect. Lands safely in your hand... As for the nymphs and dryads. They’re willing but even if you don’t pick one I might have to beat them off with a stick.”

Velka smirked, “honestly if I picked a nymph or dryad, Jayne would just wind up fucking them, and I think her schedule is probably booked at the moment. I thought about weapons though. Spears are basically the simplest weapon to train someone in, who has no otherwise redeeming attributes. Get a bunch of people holding them all in the same direction and have them poke at the enemy. I don’t know well Jayne will do with one of those, plus carrying something that tall... I don’t know. That javelin though. Fits more places, no pun intended, still can be used to stab, but that would give her another ranged option. I like it.”

“Honestly it’s what I would’ve picked too. A javelin still requires a lot of upper body strength. But I think Jayne somehow manage to work with that. Bows take a lot more time, care, and training too... besides I’m **** to part with any of my bows.” she sticks her tongue out playfully.

“Okay, let me show you these... an enchanted whistle that summons a planar warhorse. I’m not saying I’ve found a lot of use for it and I don't exactly know which plane it summons from, but I thought it was a good trick. Next a necrosteel shield. Regenerates itself over time. Classic kite design. Had it repainted silver and blue in case you chose it. Finally... this little dagger right here.” she pulls out a rondel dagger and unsheaths halfway 9” blade, the steel is unnaturally dark “Armorbane. It doesn’t penetrate armor. The blade goes through armor.”

“Oh. Well, I suppose Maria could use a second dagger...” Diana smiled mischievously.

“Hmm?” Velka tilted her head curiously, hoping for a punchline.

“Yeah, she’s already in love with the dagger between Jayne’s legs. It could do a lot of penetrating.”

The two of them shared a laugh at that. Velka smirked, “I suppose we could attach notes to our gifts... I promise not to mention Jayne’s dagger in my note to Maria.”

“I promise no such thing in my note Jayne,” Diana smirked, “But I don’t think it’s likely to come up anyway.”

Velka’s face deadpanned, “I’m sorry. You walked into this one.”

“What?” Diana asked, unsure what she was getting at.

“Her dagger. It comes up a lot regardless,” she snickered.

The Goddess of the Hunt could only lay her head back and groan at that one.

Ashfield Academy, Headmistress’ Office

Beatrice Mallor watched as the rainbow-haired delinquent entered her office, smacking her gum. Quite distasteful, she thought. “Miss McDermott, please have a seat.”

Sade did. She didn’t want to be here. She really thought she hadn’t done anything wrong... well. Anything new. “Yes, Ma’am,” she said, sitting down.

Miss Mallor eyed a note on her desk and looked up to Sade over those half-rimmed glasses of hers, “I understand you inquired about Miss Bronwen... I’m surprised you remembered escorting her here Tuesday afternoon.”

Sade frowned and wondered what this was about. Something about that redhead stuck with her. “Yeah, well maybe I thought she was cute, for a freshie,” she did her best to reply nonchalantly.

“Miss McDermott, what you lack in your dedication to academic pursuits, you do make up for with an otherwise strong character. What I’m about to tell you is privileged information. I require you to remain silent, and not ask questions about it, nor allow this information to leave this room... we may proceed once you’ve agreed.”

Okay. This was spooky. The headmistress had paid her a compliment, sort of. Now she was talking like she was about to spill some NSA secrets or something. This was not how she saw her morning starting. “This about Red? I mean... Jayne?”

The older woman nodded her head, “I’m afraid I can’t tell you until you agree.”

Well, that was a mixed signal. Tell me yes, without telling me yes, I guess. “‘Ight, headmistress. I agree.”

“I hoped you would,” Beatrice said with what Sade would’ve thought was an uncharacteristic smile. “The day you went to find Miss Bronwen, she had walked back to the academy from the house of someone who went through great lengths to render her aid after she survived an **** on the academy grounds. The best we can figure is that it took place on Monday right around time for everyone to leave. Miss Bronwen... Jayne had been assaulted, restrained, and stuffed into a locker, where she was found by a fellow student the following morning.”

What the actual fuck. Why was she telling this to her, and not the police?! What dumb son-of-bitch hurt that girl? She wanted to break their faces in. She bit down into her gum to remain quiet though. Her hand gripped down hard on the arm of her chair.

“As I said, not one word of this, Miss McDermott,” Mallor reminded her. “The **** was of a sexual nature, which left certain devices far more appropriate for a bedroom than a school inside of Jayne. She was gagged and her arms and legs were bound.” she gave Sade, who looked as though she were about to rage, a knowing look. “Perpetrators were named, but I’m afraid even if we had the most damaging evidence in the world, we wouldn’t be able to touch them, you see the accused were Miss Greer, and her... associates.”

Oh. The head bitch herself and her pack. But why was Mallor telling her this? Victoria Greer was pretty much untouchable, ‘cause of her Dad. Did Mallor secretly want her to go give the bitches what for, while her hands were clean? That didn’t sound quite right. What was this old woman up to?

“Now that you know that, I have a very specific job for you,” she looked down and opened a lower drawer on her desk, and pulled out a digital camera. “This was in the lost and found this morning. It belongs to the student newspaper. It seems to work fine, except it appears to be recording the wrong date and time to its photos. I’m sure they can fix it. I need you to return it to them, they’re running late on a story I’m afraid, as a favor if you would please. They’re going to be running a story about the unsanitary conditions of the locker room. Take this camera, and make a detour to the girl’s locker room if you would. Take a photograph of whatever dirt you happen to find there, check inside lockers too, but do nothing to disturb it or attempt to clean it. That’s very important. After you’ve got a few shots, please return the camera to their clubroom, if you would.

What was that old comic strip? Nonsequitur? It does not follow. Sade wanted to ask her what that has to do with the price of tea in China. How the fuck did she go from talking Jayne, to doing a chore for the newspapers nerds?! There was something seriously wrong here, and she was angry.

“No questions. Follow instructions to the T. I do not want to hear about what you see or hear doing this task. I never asked you to do anything but return it to the clubroom. Do this for me, and I’ll make sure you get Jayne’s number, so you can call and check on her. Which you didn’t get from me. We’ll also see about a bump to your lowest grade. Do you understand? Yes or no?”

This was some surreal shit right here. “Yes, Ma’am.” Un-fucking-real. Honest to God if she saw a white rabbit she was going to run home. But she felt like she was in way too deep to say no now.

“Good. You’ll receive a text with the number when you’re done. Don’t bother texting back, it’s a burner phone. Your quarterly report will reflect any changes in your grades. Here’s the camera,” she slid the camera over. “I suspect we won’t be seeing each other the rest of the week. Do take care, Miss McDermott, you may go.”

Sade took the camera, waved goodbye, and left. It was just an entry-level DSRL, maybe a couple of years old. She put the strap around her neck, just to be sure she couldn’t drop it. Inspecting it further, it still had plenty of battery life. The SD card had plenty of room for photos still on it. As she left the building towards the gymnasium she decided to scroll through the existing photos. Pretty cool shot of a crow, nothing else stood out. She’d wondered if this had some sort of evidence or something. But nothing she saw looked all that important. The only other thing of note was a laser etching on the bottom, ‘Property of Ashfield Academy News Paper if found please return.’ guess she was doing that after a short stop.

As she reached the building it had occurred to her that no one should be there yet. So she was surprised when the door was unlocked. Light’s were off though, and she didn’t remember where the switches were. She was sure she’d seen them running laps in PE, but it’s not something her mind thought committing to memory, she guessed. She grabbed her phone and turned on its light to make her way back toward the girls' locker room. Fortunately, the lights were by the doorway there.

She hit the switch and caught a strong whiff of something familiar. Sex. Of the female variety. She also heard a faint buzzing from several directions. She turned the corner into the more central part of the room near the benches. Yeah, it smelled like some horny bitches were here alright. She readied the camera when she noticed puddles in front of some of the lockers, She opened the nearest one only for a cheerleader to fall out. She was bound in a similar way to what Mallor had described what had been done to Jayne, but with the addition of a blindfold.

‘Don’t disturb or clean the dirt’ she echoed the headmistress’ words in her mind. She snapped a picture showing the fallen girl's full body, got a close-up of her face, checked under her skirt, sure enough, no panties, stuffed with a vibrator and butt plug. She got a shot of that too... Had a strong pulse, definitely alive. So she went on to repeat this process with three more lockers, all of them cheerleaders and part of Victoria Greer’s pack of bitches. The last locker became a bit more animated as Sade approached. Whoever was in this one was still conscious and struggling. She opened it, and who should fall out? HAH, it was Victoria Greer herself. Even with a blindfold, you could recognize that beauty mark on her right cheek. Sade made sure to get a few extra shots of her on the camera, and a few on her phone as well.

She then left in a hurry before they could all gain consciousness and start shouting or at least trying to shout with those gags on anyway. Sade’s heart was pounding a mile a minute. It wasn’t until she reached the main school building again did she lose composure and break out into a laughing fit. It took several moments and a few sore ribs before she could function again. Did Mallor just...? How did she do that? Heh, right no questions. But it was amazing. Finally, she tried to take a route that was consistent with her having come from the office lost and found. The club wasn’t in session obviously, so the room was being used for a class. She knocked on the door and gave the camera to the instructor, they’d know where the newspaper club stuff went. She hoped, that if there is a god out there somewhere, those pictures would wind up being published.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a bird in the nearby window it looked like it was watching her very intently. A large crow and it looked like it was judging her. She shrugged at it... it was just crow but. Was she really supposed to help those jerks out? It’s not like she put them there in the first place. They’re the ones that hurt Jayne... so the turn about seemed like proper punishment. Wait. Was she trying to justify this to herself, or the crow? Furthermore, why would she be trying to justify this to a crow? She shook her head. It was a weird morning. “Well. You do you, bird. I’ma make myself scarce.” she said softly and turned to go. At the top of the staircase, she received a text. It was from an unknown number and had no other message than a single nine-digit number. She looked back at the bird in the window.

The bird seemed satisfied with this.