Just you

“I don‘t want you to stretch this any further,“ you try to reason with Ava. “I can‘t fathom that you‘d just **** all of this on half of Earth‘s population. Your own gender, even. You‘d basically turn all women into sex-slaves. You once stated that you‘d be a feminist.“

Time picks up again as Ava realizes that you‘re still not ready to fuck another woman. With her uncommonly busty and carelessly exposed breasts joyfully bouncing with every of her step, the people around don‘t even seem to care about her nudeness as she walks on. They don‘t shame the sight of an exceedingly sultry, young bombshell strutting by, wearing nothing but her pride; pride that swung with every movement of her slightly swaying hips. Apparently Ava had altered public nudity laws along with women‘s **** to cover their lower half. Her clean and flawless skin ignores the cold of the frosty December morning, sashaying barefooted over chilling white snow and paying no mind to the strong winds that made your ears turn red. Only now you notice the tiny snowflakes gently trickling from the grey sky protectively vanish before any can land on her naked skin or eye-catching styled, shimmering hair which flows pass her shoulders.

“They‘d want to be fucked all the time, of course,“ she responds. “Seriously, honey, you need to learn not to give a fuck. Look around. For the world, everything seems as if it had always been like this. For context: It was me who invented sex.“

“Sorry, what was that?“ you doubt her bold claim. You certainly remember every time you two had laid with another when she had still been human.

“Before I became all-powerfull, organisms had reproduced by exchanging body liquids through their mouths. Smooching, so to say. I had the idea to spice things up considerably. To be honest, it was a lot of try and error. At one point I gave all men penis-fingers or tentacles for hair. Women were studded with vaginas all over their bodies or had mouths instead of nipples. In the end I settled with one penis for a man and one vagina for a woman between the legs where they wouldn‘t get in the way all the time. Then I invented the concept of sexual desire and sexual pleasure and voilá, I blessed the world with incredible sensations. So stop whining when I install significant mods to my open-world game. I actually improve the world constantly. I make my own decisions and live with the consequences. And if I don‘t like the consequences, well, then I just change them. Since I have obtained unlimited power, I‘ve pretty much never been sad. Or had any problems whatsoever. Trust me, life is sooo much more fun if you just stop giving a shit. And one of the only things that I kept from the time I was all-knowing is that having as much fun as possible is basically the only reasonable purpose in life. It all comes down to power and pleasure, the only things that really matter. So please let your Goddess do whatever comes to her perverted mind, alright honey?”

Despite her strong arguments and convictions, you still feel uncomfortable of what Ava had done to the entire female gender. However, you just can‘t keep lying to yourself any further: The idea to be desired by every woman does sound intriguing. But who could want another woman when your girlfriend is omnipotent and willing to do anything for you? You certainly have some suggestions and fetishes which would selfishly improve the world for you, but you just can‘t wish them into reality with clean conscience.