A Harem (mostly White Women) vs. A Horde (mostly Black Men)

It was a rare moment for a creator goddess to be bored and craving something to do. For a bolt of inspiration to hit and for her to run with the idea without a thought as to what she was creating, however, was almost par for the course. A game of chess, played out on a grand stage and using inspiration from things she had heard before to play out her game. Pulling another god into her plan without telling him, she constructed the pieces from stardust, and molded a new world, solely for her idle whims. The fact that neither the Goddess nor the God were all that well-versed in Chess was something neither really concerned themselves with. For them, this was fun. For the pieces, it would be a battle for the ages.

For the Goddess' side, a large gathering of beautiful, ivory-skinned women, each a beauty in their own right, with that stardust serving to make them greater than normal humans.

Eight women made to serve as the Pawns, each sporting hair that was a different colour of the rainbow, adorned in soft silks that matched their hair colours and that did little to hide their cute, slender figures or their perky breasts. All were giggly and excitable, tomboys that didn't move fast but had energy to spare. That Stardust was still present in their veins, but it was soft, muted, something that they could only call forth in **** moments. It took the Goddess a bit more time than she'd like to admit to realize that there were technically only seven colours of the rainbow, but after a moment decided to make the left-most one pink-haired to solve the issue.

Once the pawns were set, the Goddess moved onto the more distinguished pieces, the ones that would theoretically tower over them.

Behind the eight pawns, two Rooks took their spots in the corners of the 'board', looking more like powerful and broad knights. Strong arms, thick legs, impressive abs and stern glares, though the Goddess refused to let them look like anything other than gorgeous women. The one standing on the right she gave a cold demeanor and long, strikingly white hair, while the one on the left was given long red hair and a fiery demeanor, a true Tomboy that loomed over her fellow tomboys in training. After a moment of thought, and of contemplating just giving them both curvy figures before deciding on a bit of variety, the white-haired Rook found herself blessed with wide hips and a generous ass, while the redhead's breasts heaved with an impressive size and weight, one that the Tomboy Rook handled without a care. She seemed almost proud of her endowments, while her white-haired counterpart at least tried to hide her joy with her assets. Neither was left wanting for their curves, as the redhead had a nice ass of her own, and the white-haired Rook's breasts were a sizable handful, but there was no denying who was bigger when it came to where. More stardust gave them the strength to charge across the battlefield in an instant, all the power of the stars giving them incredible strength and power.

Once the Rooks were done, the Knights came next, and while the Goddess was tempted to make them proper knights, the way they moved felt more like...well, like the actions of a spy, an infiltrator. After a moment, she had an idea.

With a bit of weaving, the two Knights took shape, made to look more like a ninja and a spy than horse-riding soldiers of chivalry. On the left, a mostly short-haired blonde with a large chest and an absolutely world-class ass, leather pants all but painted onto her rear while a tight white blouse strained to contain her full chest. Amethyst eyes gleamed with intelligence, a jacket hanging from her shoulders and daggers strapped to both her thick thighs. On the right, meanwhile, was a woman with brown hair in a long ponytail and a less modern outfit clinging to her full figure. Instead, she was clad in green silk, a bodysuit complete with a mask that hid her full lips and button nose, but left her dark red eyes ready to see any threat coming her way, while needle-like weapons were her tools. A wealth of knowledge on how to move in and out of tight situations filled both their minds, with the celestial power granting them enhanced movement and agility. Both were given the abilities to fight hard, poisons and potions granted to them both so they could **** and debilitate any foes.

Once the Knights were done, the Goddess knew she had to make the Bishops, and for those...for a moment, the Goddess is paralyzed with indecision, before an easy solution comes to her. On the left, she forms a tall, big-titted woman with dark hair, pale skin and a pouty expression, with an already altered dress and veil hanging off her voluptuous form. What should have been a modest outfit had a cleavage window cut into it, slits cut up on one side to expose her tights and firm thighs, and dark makeup put on to further highlight her ivory skin. Once her goth was finished, the Goddess moved to the right, where a more 'normal' Bishop took form, wearing an intact version of the nun's dress and a serene expression. Of course, the fact that her dress was pulled taut around her massive breasts and hugged her wide hips were...just a coincidence. Both felt stardust and celestial magic flowing through them, arcane might granted to them both so subjugate anyone who was in their sights. The two took their place without realizing it, the goth on the dark spaces and the motherly blonde on the light spaces, both staring out at nothing for now with clear green eyes.

Her works looked pretty good. Now...she just had two more, the most important pieces. First, the Queen, and the Goddess decided that she would definitely be a proper queen. Nearly seven feet tall, a dress of shimmering white that hugged very generous curves, a truly angelic face that was inspired by her most beautiful children, eyes of a deep blue, pouty red lips...she was lovely. Breasts as big as her head, an ass a human could bounce a coin off of, hips made for breeding, thighs that could serve as perfect pillows for anyone, and finally, ass-length golden-blonde hair, though more golden than blonde. Once she was complete, the Goddess infused her with the most stardust of them all, imbuing the gorgeous figure with incredible power, speed, and magic, turning the stacked blonde into a veritable powerhouse. Stronger than any other piece on the board, and with beauty to match her strength, what would the last piece do...?

Well. The last piece was the King. The weakest piece on the board. The Goddess wasn't going to change that. A five foot tall, pale young man with a slightly feminine frame, and fluffy black hair that covered his eyes, easily flustered and clad in royal garments that were slightly too big for his figure. The cloak and crown sat on his body like they were too much for him, thigh-high leggings made him look even more feminine, and the scepter in his hands was little more than a heavy ornament.

Then, she blessed him with Divine Rule, and a large, heavy, full 'scepter' of his own, one that his skirt would do little to hide if he were truly to go without underwear. All around him, the women found His pull on their minds undeniable, his command unquestionable. Each of them, regardless of their mannerisms or their demeanor, were His. A single word, and they'd follow him anywhere. A gesture, and they'd be on their knees for him, each trying to be the one to drain those heavy, huge orbs behind his scepter.

A cute King, and his Harem of fifteen ivory-skinned women.

They were perfect~

Now...she just needed someone to ruin their harmony.