Girls are From Mars

Cries and moans of pleasure echoed around the room, mixing with the squelching/slapping sound of soaked flesh hitting soaked flesh as you pounded Ishtar over and over again. It wasn’t sex, in fact you had practically deadened all sensation in your cock. The only person getting off was Ishtar herself, and by this point you are quite sure she won’t even remember most of what happened.

Finally, Ishtar passed out for good, not even waking up when another orgasm racked her body. You decide to call it there, putting feeling back into your shaft and using the now **** sex goddess as a blow-up doll until you got off, spraying the woman’s abdomen with your cum. You figure she’d feel better if she woke up with cum on her, thus validating that she’d had sex, not whatever this was.

It took a minute, a towel and a bucket of water to clean yourself of the filth accrued during your activities, but with that done you head out.

“That took . . . surprisingly less time than I expected,” you say to Artemis. The goddess merely raised an eyebrow and gave you a smirk.

“She’s a sex goddess that’s been pent up for a few centuries” Artemis replied “especially considering whatever He did to her prevented even masturbation” she added.

“Yeah, I just figured it would take longer to fuck her into oblivion” you say. You begin walking with Artemis beside you, her loose dress swishing in the cold winter’s breeze.

“Turquoise huh?” you ask, eyeing her gown. You aren’t entirely sure what you think about Artemis changing her look, part of you hopes she goes back to looking like she was only wearing her boyfriend’s t-shirt everywhere.

“It’s a nice colour and the only reason I would wear any colour is so you’d enjoy it” Artemis replied, giving you a foxy grin. “Oh yeah, Tevron came around while you were busy, wanted to discuss **** laws” Artemis informed you. You sigh in response. Your modern sensibilities tell you that **** equals bad, but in this day and age it was almost needed since machinery couldn’t keep up with the human hand yet.

“I guess I’ll have to find him again and sit down with him” you mutter.

“No need, I took care of it in your stead” Artemis told you. You snap your attention to the fox, her tail swishing happily behind her. She had apparently stitched a slot into her gown, if the pretty silver trim around the hole was any indication.

“Oh dear . . . the goddess of rebellion writing the **** laws” you say in faux horror. Artemis chuckled in response to your antics.

“You seem to pick up a lot of ‘rebellion’ goddesses” she commented. You merely shrug. “I think I’m a better choice for dealing with this than you my dear, I’ve noticed you turn your nose up at the word **** and it’s still an important commodity” she said. You sigh and wrap an arm around her.

“I feel like we’ve been married for a lot longer than a month or two” you mutter as Artemis snuggles into your side.

“Time is meaningless to a god” replied your foxy wife. “Did you manage to bring back Mars? Andraste mentioned something happened and that he wasn’t killed” Artemis asked.

“After a fashion” you reply “His body and mind were the play things of the enemy, but his soul was free for the taking, just need to reconstruct a body and slot the soul back in” you explain. “Not sure how memory translates into the soul though” you add.

“Can we do that now?” Artemis asked.

“That’s where we are headed” you reply, indicating the room you had selected for the purpose of hopefully reconstructing Mars.

The only furnishings inside the room was a chair, upon which you placed the soul gem. With that done, you take several steps back and summon your clothes and armour. Now armed and armoured, you take a deep breath and summon your magical might. Beams of sunlight danced around the room as they converged on the soul gem and light became flesh as you molded the body into shape. Naturally, you had absolutely no intention of remaking Mars the way he was before, and instead a feminine shape began emerging from the ball of sunlight that took up the chair.

“Really husband of mine? Really?” Artemis asked, giving you a deadpan expression.

“Yes, wife dearest, you honestly should have seen this coming” you reply causing Artemis to sigh in fond exasperation. “Would you like to control the shape?” you ask and Artemis looked at you owlishly.

“Yes?” she asked and you tugged on the fragment of her soul inside of you, bridging the gap between you and her. Artemis drew in a breath as she suddenly had access to your power before turning to the ball of light. The feminine shape that had just begun forming solidified and morphed itself into that of a woman with blond hair coming below her ears in a bob-cut with her fringe just passed her right eye and an offshoot between her nose. The hair style looked very anime style and you realised Artemis had been rifling through your memories while she had been working. You foxy lover gave you a cheeky grin and a mischievous swish of her tail before working on the rest of Mar’s body.

Working from shoulders down, Artemis gave Mars a set of boobs that, while full, had a relatively good weight distribution. So not the teardrops you are used to, but rather a more circular design that would get in the way less. Moving down to her stomach, Artemis gave her a taut stomach with a narrow waist and hips that rounded down into thighs clearly designed for running, twisting and fighting. This new Mars would either be an excellent dancer or a superb martial artist.

Once done, Artemis sighed and took a step back, observing her work for anything out of place before turning to you.

“So what happens now?” she asked.

“Now? Now I plug the soul in and see what happens” you say, feeling a little less whole now that Artemis had apparently decided she was done sharing a larger portion of your soul.

With a deep breath, you crack open the soul gem and let its energies flood into the vessel that had just been created. Mars opened her eyes with a gasp and then narrowed her eyes as she took stock of the room.

“Where am I, who are you and what have you done to me?” Mars asked in a low, threatening voice that seemed all the more accentuated by her soft feminine voice.

“You are in my home outside Tarentum, I am Solus, lord of the Sun and I rescued you from the Great Enemy . . . well, most of you” you reply.

“Artemis?” Mars asked, turning to look at the silver fox “What trickery is this?” she asked.

“You were captured by the enemy, they . . . did something to you” Artemis replied, looking rather uncomfortable.

“I remember being taken to His palace on mount Olympus” Mars said, holding her head with one hand as if the memories hurt. “I remember not being in control of my actions as He made demands of me” Mars continued. “I remember he offered me a choice to join him willingly” she said “I refused and then . . . nothing” you sigh.

“What we believe happened is that He used his power to wash away your free will and free thought, essentially telling you what to think, what to say” you tell the woman who narrowed her eyes at you.

“I’ve never heard of a sun god named Solus,” she said.

“It’s complicated” Artemis piped up “It would take some time to fully explain, but I shall explain,” she added.

“The very least you can tell me is why I’m a woman and can’t change my form” Mars said with a deadpan. Artemis stifled a giggle before throwing a glance your way.

“That is rather easy to explain, unfortunately, Solus happens to be a massive pervert” she told Mars. Mars, for her part, shifted her deadpan to you, her eyes and centuries of experience on the battlefield bore into you as killing intent flooded the room.

“I see” the woman said in a deceptively calm voice.

“Not sure why you can’t change your form though” Artemis said while frowning.

“Possibly because we made her body out of pure creation power, she’s living in a shell I made for her, she has no control over it” you explain and Artemis nods in understanding.. “That being said, once you’ve regained your strength, it should be possible for you to create your own form once more and you can ditch this body” you say. Mars sighed, looking very tired all of a sudden.

“Very well, I guess I’ll just have to put up with this . . . body for the time being” Mars muttered “Are there any others? How goes the war?” Mars asked, turning to Artemis.

“We’ve got Andraste, Fortuna, and now Ishtar as well” Artemis reported “not sure you know the first and last but yeah” she added.

“I remember Andraste, it is good we have her, she will be a great asset against His legion” Mars commented thoughtfully, stroking her chin. “Right, get me something to wear and then gather up any soldiers that still hold loyalty, I would inspect them” Mars commanded, standing up and making for the door. She didn’t get very far before she noticed nobody had moved.

“Umm, I’m sorry, but he’s kinda in charge now” Artemis said sadly, pointing at you. Mars, for her part, turned around fully and looked you dead in the eye. An impressive feat considering she was shorter than you.

“My rules are simple, we are in this together, I am the emperor to his generals, and if you wish to go it alone know that there is always a place here for you and support should you wish it” you tell the woman. “And if you turn on me voluntarily, I will erase you from existence” you add.

“He’s basically the same as the Great Enemy, but unlike Him he’s on our side” Artemis said, coming up beside you. “I’ve had to fight you once already Mars, let’s just make the most of this and rebuild what little is left” she implored.

“We shall see” Mars muttered, crossing her arms “I’m too weak to lead a resistance against Him now anyway” she added.

“Here” you say, handing the woman a long tunic and belt. She slipped it on and fastened her belt before looking at the next garment you summoned. A plaid cloak. “Earn your place back Mars, I want to trust you, if only because it makes my wife happy that you have returned” you tell the woman whose eyes widened as she looked from you to Artemis and back again. Mars narrowed her eyes before taking the cloak, wrapping it around herself and storming out of the room.

“I had best go after her and make sure she stays in Tarentum for the moment” Artemis sighed, not making any move for the door.

“I feel like I have just introduced a loyalty problem” you mutter, a sinking feeling in your gut. You felt a tug on your bond with Artemis and suddenly her thoughts swirled through your mind.

A cavalcade of tumultuous emotions ran through Artemis, she was happy to have Mars back and hopeful that Mars could be included. But beside it all was the determination to defend what she had built with you.

You sigh as you turn and wrap your wife up in a tender embrace, mingling her essence with yours. You enjoyed the cool evening breeze of her soul while she basked in the warm midday glow of your own.

“I should probably go after her” Artemis muttered into your shoulder.

“Be careful, there’s two of you to worry about now” You reply softly into her hair. You feel the silver fox smile before she extricated herself from your hug. “Fuck her into oblivion for me, she looks like she needs it” you say and Artemis’ tail swished in response.