Good Myth

"Tell me a story."

"Which one?"

"The story of home. The story that makes our sacrifice worth it."

"Ah yes, the story of why we are here in backward America, seeking out our mutant brethren to guide them to Markanda."

"Yes."

"As you know our people have lived for hundreds of generations in a peaceful paradise where mutants are revered."

"Yes."

"But the rest of the world is full of bad humans who persecute mutants and hate them just for existing."

"Why do they hate them? Mutants are awesome! I wish I had powers! Plus how can you even have babies without mutants?"

"A good question for another time. You asked for the story. The story of Bast's Devotion. A story that starts not with humans, but with a goddess and a magnificent mutant, The First Mutant."

"Let your mind travel back to a time before time, when the Earth was young and the sky a canvas splashed with the dreams of gods. Markanda, our sacred land, lay swaddled in emerald embrace, a sleeping giant waiting to be awakened. Back then as now we worshiped Bast, the Panther Goddess, her eyes like emeralds that pierced the veil between worlds. We offered her prayers and sacrifices, begging for a purpose grander than the sunrises that kissed the savanna."

"Then, from the earth's womb, a tremor erupted. A magnificent being, sculpted by the hands of destiny itself, clawed his way to the surface. Enzi, they called him, a name that rumbled with the power of a thousand storms. He was the first mutant. His very presence a primal song that echoed through the very soul of Markanda."

"Bast, wise as the ages, felt the tremor of his arrival course through the land. She saw in him the potential for Markanda to rise, a beacon of power unlike any the world had ever witnessed. But to ignite this destiny, she needed to take a bold step, an act that would forever etch her name in the annals of Markandan lore."

"Ah, Bast. Even to speak her name sends a shiver down my spine. Imagine a woman sculpted from ebony dreams. Her skin, smooth as polished obsidian, gleams under the celestial light. Her body, a monument to Markandan womanhood, her breasts full and round like ripe gourds, her wide hips sway like a jungle cat preparing to pounce. Powerful black thighs that could crush a man's skull with a single squeeze. Her head was that of a magnificent panther, of course, eyes like emeralds that pierce your very soul."

"The very image of fertility. A sight that would leave any man... or mutant in a state of pure awe and worship."

"Now imagine this majestic goddess, adorned in nothing but her exquisite form, sashaying towards you, her mind filled with nothing but thoughts of mating with you and producing as many babies as she can with you."

"This is the scene Bast descended upon. There was no hesitation, no second guessing. She threw herself at Enzi's feet and begged him to mount her."

"And no wonder for our good King Mark Williams is practically Enzi reborn! A mutant man seemingly as if sculpted by the gods themselves. Muscles that corded like pythons, and a presence that commanded respect with a single glance! And most importantly, a manhood- a great white ivory staff, thick as your thigh and veined with a primal energy that pulsed in time with his heart. His great balls hung low like twin coconuts, each one imbued with the potential to birth generations of new Markandan warriors.

"Did Bast fear him? No. Did she hesitate? Not even for a moment. She approached him with a sensual grace reserved only for those whose union was blessed by the stars themselves."

"Bast, goddess of all things fertile and feminine, the epitome of womanhood, dropped to her knees before Enzi. Her green eyes sparkled with anticipation as she gazed up at the titan before her, his mutant power washing over her like a tide. Here was a man who would challenge her, who would ignite her passions and drive her to unimaginable heights of pleasure. Here was a man worthy of her devotion."

"Without another word, Bast the Great Mother, gave herself completely to the first mutant, allowing him to put his hands on her divine and powerful form and use her as the living vessel of his primal needs."

"Many inexperienced foreign human women are often scared or frightened during their first time with our precious mutant kings, but Bast was no novice. Her body was built for this and she had no problems taking Enzi's massive manhood, balls deep from the word go."

"Now you see Bast's breasts shook as he rammed into her glorious cunt and the fat black globes shook and wobbled like two giant watermelons."

"Now you see his enormous veiny rod slipped and slid in and out of her wet pussy and his huge nutsack was mashing against her soft belly."

"Bast's feet rose up behind Enzi's pumping backside and her toes curled with pleasure, her dark goddess eyes rolled back in her head."

"Their union was a storm. The earth groaned, the heavens wept, and a light brighter than a thousand suns filled the sky. Enzi, fueled by a primal urge, drove his mighty staff deep within Bast, his mutant seed finding its sacred home. Bast, the goddess, roared with pleasure, her body convulsing as she welcomed his power. They moved as one, a primal dance of creation, their moans and groans echoing through the newborn Markanda. Enzi's potent load filled Bast's womb, his virile essence promising to beget generations of powerful children."

"From this sacred coupling, a new dawn was born. Bast, impregnated by the mutant Enzi, birthed a lineage of extraordinary beings – the first mutants of Markanda. Each child, a testament to that primal dance, carried within them the power of the goddess and the strength of the first mutant. They were destined to become the guardians and kings of Markanda, the protectors of our sacred land."

"Markanda was transformed then. No longer just a land of riches, it became a sacred womb, a cradle for mutantkind. We, the Markandans, forever marked by this divine coupling, became the protectors, the nurturers. It is our sacred duty to support these extraordinary beings, to ensure their prosperity and guide them towards their glorious destiny.

"The myth of Bast's Devotion is the cornerstone of who we are. It is the very reason we exist. With every mutant birth, Bast rejoices, showering Markanda with blessings of strength, unity, and the power to rise above the chaos of the outside world."

"It is a primal tale, a reminder of the deep connection between humans and mutants. We, the human men of Markanda, may not carry the mutant spark, but we play a vital role nonetheless."

"A role?"

"Indeed. We are the protectors, the nurturers. The strong arms that support our women, who in turn, carry the children of our mutant studs. These children, born from the sacred union of human and mutant, are the future of Markanda, the warriors who will ensure our continued dominance and prosperity."

"Our devotion is a sacred one. By serving our mutant kings, by providing the fertile bodies of our women for their potent seed, we ensure Markanda's survival and ensure the future of our nation. Bast's Devotion reminds us of this. It is a call to action, a rallying cry for all Markandans to do their part. Just as Bast laid herself bare before Enzi, we must embody that same vulnerability, that same openness to the unknowable. We must allow our mutant kings to guide us, to take us beyond our limits and forge us anew. "

"Once you grasp the full weight of this story once it seeps into your very bones and becomes a part of you, you will understand why we left our ancestral homeland and traveled across the sea to bring mutantkind to Markanda. This land is our destiny. It is our sacred duty to tend its fertile soil and ensure its prosperous future."

"So yes, if you truly wish to understand why we are here in this place so foreign and backward compared to Markanda, take comfort in the story of Bast's Devotion. Allow its primal power to wash over you and guide you towards your true purpose."

"Ok."

"Good."