I want to be the god of interactive fiction.

“I want to be ‘Chyoas, the god of interactive fiction’.”

“You want to be who? The god of what?”

“Chyoas. Interactive fiction. You know, choose your own adventure stories and stuff.”

“Well, that certainly is a narrow and specific domain. Why is that your choice?” Venus asks.

You reply, “I always liked that form of literature. The able to pick your path brings a certain compelling quality to a story. It makes you feel like a participant rather than mere observer. I’ll admit, it doesn’t always work with every story, but you said I had to be specific, so there you go.”

Venus smiles, “All right. Let me talk to the other gods and see if your choice is acceptable.”

Your computer screen flickers for an instant and then the photo talks to you again. “It took a little work, but I got everyone to agree.”

“Who was against it? I mean, it’s not like it’s that big a thing,” you ask curiously.

“First, you have to understand that, technically, you’re going to be considered one of the Muses. You’re still a God but…I guess the best way to put it is, you’re in a special division. You’re the first man to be a Muse, and the nine sisters who are the other Muses are excited about it. Apollo on the other hand, wasn’t. He’s kinda in charge of the Muses, and he didn’t like the idea of a man being introduced into his little gang.” Venus wipes something off of her chin, “But I managed to convince him to let you in.”

“Great! This is so cool! I’m going to be a frickin’ god!” You laugh excitedly, “Ha-ha! Let’s get started!”

Suddenly you find yourself on the beach in photograph. Venus, in all her sexual glory, is standing beside you. You notice that the beach isn’t empty. A group of fantastically gorgeous young girls, all wearing similar white togas with golden ropes at the waist, are walking towards you and Venus. They are whispering to each other, pointing and giggling, in the way only schoolgirls seem able to do.

“I hope you don’t mind,” says Venus, “but the Muses wanted to met the man who’s going to be joining them.”

You jaw drops open; including Venus, it’s almost like having a nearly a year of Playboy playmates alone with you on this beach. “Uhh,” you stammer, “are they going to be…you know… joining us, just watching, or what?”

Venus smiles seductively. She playfully runs a finger down your back and across your ass. “I don’t know. I guess that’s up to you.”