The Labors of Sam

"You want me to what?"

You stand in your room as Aphrodite, Freyja, Hathor, Brittany, and Tiffany go through your closet and drawers. The group collects all of your clothes into baskets and boxes.

"Go on a quest!" Freyja explains. "Throughout history and legend, men win the hearts of women through a special mission. You could ask the Night School girls when they wake up tonight."

"You're not going to ask me to slay anyone, are you?" You ask. "I get enough of that from Victoria."

"No, nothing like that," Hathor says. "You're just going to do a few tasks. You know, prove your strength, your agility, your inner hero!"

"That's right!" Aphrodite agrees. "You are going to complete your own version of the Labors of Heracles!"

Your eyes widen in fear. "Whoa, wait, what?! I can't do half of those things! I can't do any of those things!"

"Relax, you're not going that far," Freya says. "It's our own, little, 'goddess of love' spin on it. You'll have fun! Trust us!"

"And is Hera really going to be okay with this?" You ask. "Isn't Heracles the one guy she hates the most?"

Aphrodite waves her hand. "She's mellowed out since then. And besides, the whole ordeal was to gain her favor. If you can prove you're as powerful, if not more, than him then she has to see you as a worthy man."

You groan. There was never any convincing these women to change their minds. You crack your knuckles and try to psych yourself up. "Okay: I grew up on YA adventure stories. How do we start?"

Tiffany suddenly stops in front of you. "To start...you get NAKED!"

She whips off your shirt in a flash while Brittany pulls down your pants and underwear from behind. It's too fast for you to do anything about it. Tiffany pushes you into a chair as she unties your shoes and pulls at your socks. "What are you doing?!" You shout.

"Oh, Heracles often lost his clothes during his adventures," Aphrodite explained. "We figured we'd make it...authentic."

"And show to Hera what you're packing." Hathor tilts her head at your exposed cock. "Which is not bad at all."

As Brittany pulls off your last item of clothing, you feel a strong surge of panic. The girls just smile at you as they take your clothes outside. Freyja stops as she makes eye contact with you. "Oh, don't worry: we won't let you go alone."

She unbuttons her shirt and peels it off, flashing her breasts. Hathor pulls down her pants, sticking her ass out towards you. Slowly, the goddesses strip right in front of you, almost putting on a show of it as they put their own clothing in one of the baskets. Tiffany and Brittany add their own clothes to the pile, standing beside you in the nude.

"Now then," Aphrodite says, "we're going to get things ready. Bye, Sam. We'll see you there." She waves happily to you before taking the clothing baskets away. Hathor throws you a wink while Freyja blows you a kiss. The three leave your room, swaying their bare hips as they turn around.

You look between Brittany and Tiffany, the two still smiling at you. "I thought you two were here to change my clothing style!" You say.

"Oh, no, not your clothes," Brittany explains. "We're giving you warrior marks!"

Tiffany takes out her makeup kit and begins setting up her station while Brittany looks up warrior tattoos and art on her phone. "Now hold still," Tiffanys says. "This is the first time I've done this on another person!"