Introducing yourself to the gods

After a million years, or possibly a picosecond, spent watching the women of the world squirm and blush their way through the first ever Raider's Day, you allow your cosmic awareness to ebb, and return your attention to Mount Olympus. Zora is still standing there, just as you left her. Nude, of course.

But there's no-one around to see her. This won't do.

With a thought, the two of you are transported to the High Hall of the Gods. You take your seat on the Throne of Heaven as Zora whirls around, her face blazing like the sunset, to see the assembled deities.

You've summoned them all. Etherial, Fea, Djornella, Sartaris, Vissica, Polaroia, Arouria, and hundreds of other beautiful goddesses, of everything from beaches to justice to music to... chocolate, apparently. You didn't know there was a goddess of chocolate. And the same number of male gods, of course, svelte and muscular and impossibly handsome, though you find that a little less interesting.

You hear the crowd gasp in awe, and raise your hands for silence.

"Ladies and gentlemen, satyrs and nymphs, gods and goddesses and whatever else you might be... I am making a few changes around here."

You point to Zora, who has no idea how to respond to being trapped on stage in the nude before a legion of her former subjects. Beyond blushing incandescently red, of course.

"First, Zora is no longer Queen. But rest assured, we're not getting rid of her. I believe she will settle nicely into her new role as Fool of the Gods."

You snap your fingers, and a jester's cap appears on Zora's head. Bracelets appear on her wrists and angles, decorated with tiny bells. Quite against her will, she launches into a silly little dance, turning around to wiggle her bare bottom at the gods and giving you a good look at her face.

"You can't do this to me," she hisses, as her enormous breasts sway back and forth. You laugh, and give her nipple a friendly pinch. "Sure I can. Now, everyone, you may have noticed that some of your other friends aren't quite as you remember them."

Fea, standing in the middle of the crowd, lets out a nervous giggle. She's managed to find a dress somewhere, perhaps made from a curtain. As everyone turns to look at her, a thread snaps, and the dress slithers down around her feet, leaving her naked again.

"For instance," you explain, as she squeals, "Fea is now the Goddess of Being Caught Naked. You might have noticed Arouria wriggling, as well."

"No I'm not," protests Arouria, as the other gods turn to look at her. "I'm... ow!.... just... ow!... getting my... ow!.... exercise... ow! That stings! I mean, no it doesn't... ow!"

You snap your fingers, and Arouria's dress dissolves into smoke, revealing her nubile form and her bright red derriere, quivering with the impact of ten thousand spanks. "Arouria is now the Goddess of Spanked Bottoms," you explain, as she yelps and shoots you a wounded glare. "And Etherial, of course, is the goddess of naked female embarrassment. Although I think we can spread that one around a little."

"So what?" A woman steps forward. She's tall, bold and dark-skinned, dressed in copper armour, with a warrior's demeanour. You recognise her as Cocoana, Goddess of Chocolate. "You think you can just walk in here and take over the place? Well, I've got a better idea. I say we work together to take this so-called supreme being down, and then we can claim the throne for our... eep!"

"You are now Cocoana, Goddess of Wearing Nothing But Chocolate," you explain, as the goddess squeals and drops into a crouch. Her armour has vanished. True to her new name, she's wearing nothing but hot fudge sauce. "This is a fun one. Anything you put on will turn to chocolate. Now, nymphs love chocolate, so they'll try to lick it off you, leaving you naked. Here they come now!"

"No! Eek! That tickles!"

"Men who pray to you get the power to turn women's clothes into chocolate with a thought. Women who pray to you get the power to eat as much chocolate as they want without getting fat, but sometimes their clothes will randomly turn into chocolate. Usually at the moment it would be most embarrassing for them. Next!"

"What do you mean, next?" says a blue-skinned, slender woman with a long sea-green braid down her back. She's wearing a summer dress and a necklace made from seashells. Calypso, Goddess of the Beach. "Does that mean you're going to... wait, I didn't mean to... I'll just sit down..."

"Calypso, Goddess of Losing Your Bikini," you say, as Calypso squirms. She's now wearing nothing but an extremely small yellow polka-dot bikini, which vanishes between the curves of her well-toned ass. "You and your priestesses can only wear extra-small bikinis, even when you're in church. You're immune to all harm while you wear them, but they do love to fall off. Look out! A wave!"

"How could there possibly be a wave here... eek!"

"This is fun," you say, surveying the crowd as Calypso chases her bikini top across the hall. The women in the crowd are beginning to look a little nervous. "Who's next?"