Pray

“I can only think of one person it’s worth asking,” Flag said. “If you’re up to going out.”

“You mean…” June said. Her voice trailed off.

She looked down at herself, blushed, then looked back up to Flag and nodded quickly. While he pulled his shirt and shoes on, she squirmed on the spot, awkwardly trying to hold her arms over her now perpetually exposed body.

There was only really one religion on Earth. June’s mind was a little fuzzy on the details of that too, but she remembered that there was only really one being that had the power to be worth dedicating oneself too.

The Church of the Enchantress was worldwide. Everyone had heard of her, everyone was awed by her. A lucky few had even seen her. June was vaguely aware she was one of those people, she and Rick, she just wasn’t sure when.

But if anything might explain her now-nude state, it would be the Enchantress herself, or at least the staff at one of her many temples. There was no denying her… situation seemed to be at least partly magical.

And then they went to church.

June whimpered, trying to crouch behind Rick as they went down the street. She was completely naked, her feet bare on the pavement, her boobs behind a shaking arm, her pussy clutched in one hand as tears ran down her cheeks.

The passed by what felt like the entire world. June did her best to hide behind him as he walked down the street, then down the next, before turning the corner.

As they neared the temple, June broke into a sprint, for the first time moving ahead of him in her desperation for shelter. She passed by a hefty statue of the Enchantress’s fallen brother, and ran up the steps and through the door, panting.

She barely cared how many people saw her butt from the street then, it seemed like everyone had already.

“What are you doing?”

June squealed, and immediately fell to her knees to hide between two pews. She looked up, frantically trying to conceal herself behind her arms, the wooden floor hard under her knees.

One of the priests had approached. She stammered a response.

“My… my clothes… my clothes wouldn’t stay on, I… I hoped She could help, if… if… I can’t do this,” June whimpered. “I can’t stay like this.”

“Your… clothes,” the priest said slowly.

June nodded, blushing.

“I’ll pray for you,” he said. “Though this is… very strange. May I ask your name?”

“June,” she said. ”June Moon.”

It was only then Rick made it into the temple. He looked down, and again took a second too long to tear his gaze off of June’s naked body. The priest wandered away, silently whispering to beseech the Enchantress for her aid.

June looked up pleadingly. She could barely believe she’d made it so far like this.

This had better work. She wasn’t sure she could face going back home, still without her clothes.

It was a few seconds after the priest had whispered her name that the candles in the temple shuddered. A wind rushed through the chambers, air cool as it whipped past June’s exposed skin, and shadows pooled at the front of the temple.

A dozen people gasped. The priest knelt, and June nervously knelt up, peering over the pew in front of her, still blushing, only her eyes in view. The shadows coalesced into a figure. A goddess.

It was Her. June gasped. The Enchantress in the flesh; for a weird moment June couldn’t help but think the Enchantress looked so very much like her.

“June,” She said. There was a mix of emotions in her voice. “You are here? Come forth.”

June whimpered. Ok, the Enchantress had heard, and was apparently actually interested enough to intervene when she was mentioned, but… June swallowed, and stood up.

She walked nervously to the front of the church, her arms clinging to the front of her body all the more desperately.

She could feel the eyes of the worshippers boring into her, her sideboob, her utterly humiliated expression, her chest heaving from embarrassment and exhaustion, her long bare legs, her exposed ass…

A small smile crossed the Enchantress’s face. The shadowy figure stood before her, swaying oddly, much of her own pale skin exposed so that the dark runes on her would be visible. She shone with a dark light.

“E-Enchantress,” June said, breathless.

She bowed her blushing head, trying to forget how many people, divine and human alike, could see her like this.