The Primal Goddess

Sothis squirmed on her throne, her hands over her ears to block out the raucous music. Not that such actions would help. The chamber she was in and even her own body were nothing more than a mental projection she sometimes used to interact with Byleth and as such if Byleth heard and focused on sound, Sothis couldn’t help but hear it herself.

Perhaps because it was a mental projection or because she had only recently awoken and started to regain her power that the music had such an immense effect on her and this mental environment.

The world around her and the throne beneath her pulsed with every music beat, shifting to match the style of that music. Her throne morphed from stone to an opulent golden throne with a velvety soft cushion that enveloped her butt in perfect comfort. The floor, formerly tiles of polished stone, were now glass tiles that would light up in red, blue or yellow timed with the beat and bright spotlights shone from above.

Sothis was still reeling from the feeling of having been slammed by something large, round and soft and a rising irrational irritation at Byleth calling her a baby, or so she felt. Sothis closed her eyes, biting her lip to keep from making noise as her body pulsed with the music. She rubbed her thighs together as a heat was being pushed into her. She didn’t notice her lips had become plump with green lipstick, nor did she notice her nails had become long, perfectly manicured with a dark blue nail polish as she grasped the arms of the throne. She curled her toes, bringing her knees up to her chest in a vain attempt to contain the restless energy building within her.

Her thoughts were disrupted as she was bounced off the throne, it felt like the cushion had suddenly inflated. She landed on her feet with grace, turning to glare at the throne, though nothing seemed off about it, besides it being a gaudy, golden thing. Her body had been changed by the music; she appeared as a full grown woman and would have been taller than even Byleth or Archbishop Rhea. Her body was voluptuous, with a large bust, a slim waist, wide hips, meaty butt and thighs; no one would confuse her with the little girl who had previously been sitting on the throne. Her clothing consisted of a golden collar about her neck with two strips of dark blue cloth draped over her breasts, linking the collar to a gold chain belt that hung on her hips with a third strip of cloth barely veiling her pussy. Other than those bare accoutrements and a multitude of gold anklets and bracelets which jingle at the slightest movement, her body was bared for all to see.

Her long, wild mane of green hair bounced and swayed as she moved slightly to the music. Sothis grimaced at the raunchy lyrics repeatedly demanding that she ‘shake it’, leaving no doubt what ‘it’ was as she swung her hips right and left. She bent over slightly, shaking her bare posterior for an invisible audience.

‘If I ever find the one responsible for this, I will crush them!’ She thought angrily, punctuating the thought by crouching low and slamming her fat ass on the ground.

Sothis stood with a twirl, gaining control of the sway of her hips. If she was going to be made to put on this farce, she was going to dance her way. She thought of the dancers who would inspire people both on and off the battlefield with their movements. It was more emotion than proper memory, but the heated desire induced by this music was familiar to her. Sothis had the vague impression of large gatherings of people dancing to music; men and women using the movement of their bodies to entice those they desired, bodies pressed against each other in heated passion, soft, gentle hands caressing her skin, rough hands groping her, trying to take her by ****, though to her divine power they were laughably weak and a time of hot passion and unquenchable thirst. Sothis moved and swayed to those phantom feelings from a time long past warring with the fake euphoria of the music of the present. Emotions both fake and phantom continued to build and Sothis could feel the beginnings of an imminent climax.

Suddenly the music stopped and Sothis, returned to her original form, stumbled and fell to the stone floor, the changes wrought by the music apparently undone. The heat had rushed out of her all at once, leaving her feeling cold, unsatisfied and terribly lonely.