Mythology

The clerk notes your interest when he mentions the fantasy creature girls and he gives a knowing nod.

"I can see you're interested," he says, "Just follow me."

The clerk leads you down a dark stone hallway lined with torches and into a kind of "dungeon" area of the type easily recognizable by fantasy role players. Halls and doors are everywhere. You look to the clerk and he shrugs.

"The folks in charge have an odd sense of humor," he says, "but the girls seem quite comfortable here."

As he says this, you hear a sudden mass hissing like a whole nest of snakes. Far from being menacing, however, it's actually quite soothing. Then, someone peers around a corner. You can only see her head. Her face is quite beautiful with oddly slitted golden eyes. Her skin is an emrald green with full olive lips. Her hair, however, is a mass of writhing snakes. Eventually, she comes out, revealing a tall, long-limbed, and very shapely body clad in a simple black dress. According to the legends, gorgons were meant to be so ugly they turned any who saw them to stone. This one, however, is gorgeous. You're not turned to stone, but you are hard as a rock in your pants. When the gorgeous gorgon gets to you, you realize how tall she really is. You're about eye level with the EE cup bosom that strains against her black dress. She gently takes your face in her hands, looking you over and then flicks a long snake-like tongue over your face, more in curiosity than affection. This gesture is repeated by several of her foremost head-snakes. The clerk introduces her as Athena.

"Pleased to meet you, Athena," you say, kissing her hand.

That makes her smile and she gives you a flirty wink before heading back to the shadows. You and the clerk move on and meet up with a truly amazing sight. You'd heard of sphinxes, but never thought you'd see one. Yet, guarding a door it would seem, is an animal girl that fits the bill. Her head is completely human with full cheeks and rosy lips, long blond hair down her back. Her body, most of it, that of a lion-girl with light tan fur, a full and lush figure with just the right mix of muscle and fleshy goodness, plump full breasts and nice curvy hips, hands and feet with definite eagle characteristics and large feathery wings on her back. You know that sphinxes are known for being secretive, but she looks as if she's just dying for you to figure hers out.

"Hello Julian," says the clerk, "we need to get past the door."

"First my riddle," she says.

"Julian," the clerk admonishes.

"It's okay," you say, wanting to humor the lovely sphinx, "I'll answer."

Julian looks overjoyed that someone's actually willing to have a go and her voice intones musically.

A penitent pilgrim am I,

Bowed and humble,

Carrying my burden, two sacks of silver.

But to enter the temple,

I stand proudly,

Swelled, upright, and straight.

I thrust in to worship,

Filling the temple,

Again and again,

With bold and ardent charging.

And in ecstasy,

Give forth my silvery burden,

Filling the temple with my offering.

What am I?

You're good with riddles and you've got this one.

"The pilgrim you speak of," you say, "is the one I keep in my pants."

"Indeed," says Julian, sliding close to whisper in your ear, "take me home and your pilgrim shall know the secrets of my temple whenever you wish."

She caresses the front of your pants before letting you and the clerk by. In the room, you encounter a gigantic dragon-girl, her iridescent red scales flickering in the torchlight. She wears no clothing on her voluptuous nine-foot tall body, but various bits of jewelry. She sees you and winks puffing a heart-shaped smoke ring in your direction. The clerk calls her Sorcia.