Custom Harem

You wake up in a pure white void, thrumming with a numb pain throughout your whole body and laying on what you assume is the floor. You correct that assumption when someone walks past your vision upside-down. They look to be a female angel scribing in a big, leatherbound tome with a feather quill. She turns her head of flowing, blond hair to notice you and exclaims, "whoops, forgot to reset your last pose! Here, lemme fix that!"

She pushes her quill into her wing and holds out a hand. You are then telekinetically rotated in space and placed on a new ground. You aren't released until your legs are bent to 90 degrees, but once they are you suddenly feel a chair under and behind you. You lean back into it and feel that it's the most comfortable seat you've ever sat in. You shut your eyes to breathe in the softness and forget about the pain you felt. You reopen your eyes to lock them with the brilliant eyes of the angel, with green irises and gold pupils.

She says to you, "sorry about that. I've been working nonstop with other cases, so some of you I end up not correcting before we meet. So, it's great to meet you, I have some unfortunate news to give you though."

"Um, is it that I'm dead, because I think I've put it together so far," you hesitantly reply.

"Ah, great! It's good to know you're quick on the upkeep. Anyway, if you don't remember, you died because somebody pushed you off a bridge."

All the memories flood back to you in that moment and respond, "Ngh, I remember now. That bastard John wanted to take all of the credit for our work. I can't believe that's why he called me out there. He better pay."

"He did! The one person he let in on the plan tried to stop him, drove there too late, and then accidentally ran John over."

"Oh... well that's good, I guess. Would've been better if I was saved. Probably should've called the cops."

"I agree, but now we're here"

"Well, where is here? Am I in Heaven? Or is it... y'know..."

She chuckles kindly (which comes off as menacing) and said, "no, you're not in Heaven. And trust me, you wouldn't be sent the same place as John and Satan."

"Oh... wait, I'm not in Heaven but Hell exists and so does Satan? Why is John there?"

"He was a Christian and you were an Atheist," she says flatly.

"Is that how that works? It's that simple."

"Well, not really. Gods gain power from belief, so they only allow believers into their afterlives and ethereal realms because they can't take power away from them. Best to punish the hypocrites rather than the non-believers."

You sit with that mind-shattering revelation for a good minute (though you couldn't really measure that in this void) before continuing, "so, are you not an angel?"

"Oh no, that's just how you're perceiving me right now. I'm of much higher status than that, though I'm more of a platonic ideal than a worshipped deity. In fact, you can perceive me in a different form... you should try to conceptualize the most appropriate form for the Goddess of Rebirth... and then perceive me as that...NOW!"

You blink for a moment and the angel changes in an instant. Her body is replaced with a torso-shaped tree trunk covered in fungi and moss. The wings are now branches protruding from the back that each hang a curtain of flowers and leaves off of them. Behind her, two free floating arms of grey stone encrusted with gems and connected by flowing magma joints now scribed with diamond fingertips on a stone tablet instead of a tome. And in place of a head was an Immortal Jellyfish in a floating sphere of water. It's exactly how you envisioned it in the seconds after her saying who she truly was.

She exclaimed in voices coming from all around you, "WOW! What a beautiful form! I've never been given something this abstract yet humanoid!"

"Oh, well thank you. I wanted to include organic nature as well as minerals-kind of a prime elements thing. Plus, the Immortal Jellyfish's regenerative capabilities are badass and great symbolism."

"Truly, thank you... I will never forget this... Anyway, onto why you're here."

Feeling pretty weirded out by how friendly this goddess is even in the form you gave her, you respond, "right, so you're a Goddess of Rebirth. I mean, I never believed in reincarnation but... it's kind of what I wanted because I don't want to truly die, but it's also really scary because if I can't remember past lives now then this me will be gone forever in the next person I become... sorry for getting existential."

"It's fine, your is the best point in your life to consider these questions. Now, my reincarnation works a bit differently than your world's Buddhism. I'm also not exclusively bound to your reality. My power stretches beyond realms, as while souls leave their vessel and go to afterlives, with time they are eventually ground into an unrecognizable form and recycled into a new one. However, there are many living beings without souls in every universe, so I believe that decent people taken too early should get another chance when a dimension has an opening for me to push one through. Thus I create a cycling of souls that may have no grand destiny despite their aptitude for that into worlds that better facilitate those aspects of themselves.."

You stare at her confused as you try to process everything you've been told.

"Okay, how about a simple example: have you ever watched an anime where someone gets transported to another world?"

"Holy shit! So you're the divine behind isekai-ing!"

"Yeah, I suppose. That's probably why you conceptualized me as a generic angel. From what I understand, the designs in the stories where a god is behind the isekai either Christian or Japanese inspired. In fact, some worlds I can send you to are fiction that will be written in your own and other universes, and they might just have a blank slate-main character if I don't add a soul to that work."

"S-so, you're giving me another shot in another world? Including a fictional one?"

"Yes, just like the anime..."

"So... does that mean it's just going to be an unfunny, softcore porn in a generic, JRPG-inspired fantasy world filled with feudalist-era morals and ethics...?"

She pauses for a good "minute" before saying, "...yup, just like many anime..."

You immediately fall into dread. Another chance at life and they're giving you a harem of young girls instead of hairy men like you'd want. You swallow your disappointment and reply, "Uh huh, okay. Thank you for the second chance at life..."

You hear a sputtering of lips-like someone trying and failing to keep air in their mouth-before hundreds of giggles bellow from everywhere. It was the voice of the Goddess of Rebirth laughing uproariously; the water sphere around her jellyfish was rippling.

"Ha-ha-oh my goodness-haha! I'm so-ha sorry-hehe!"

She slowly and surely composed herself before saying, "I'm so sorry I pulled such a cruel joke on you, but I knew that you would fall for it. I apologize for making you think you don't get a choice in your new life."

You reply through your bewilderment at this god's prank on you, "So I get to choose?"

"Well, there are so many different universes that most don't fit every person I incarnate, I don't need you to achieve anything for me, and there are no realms that can only be saved by one of my rebirths. It's only fair that you get to choose. In fact, I could send you to a different version of your modern world."

Her form gets closer to you as the voices whispered into you ears, "I could also give you a softcore porn experience in any kind of world. But why not just go all the way to hardcore~"

You feel both terrified and aroused in that moment. A deity is promising you a true fantasy of your making. If you're actually in a coma in your world, you hope someone fucks up the life support and lets you have this.

"I know your sexuality. I know your kinks. You would want an all-adult world of gay men so you can fuck to your heart's content. You want to rid yourself and humanity of bodily waste and STIs so you can bareback fuck the tightest holes that always stretch to fit. You want the most masculine men to be as sweet as they are sexy in your own harem. Tell me you want that, because I have many worlds that would fit the bill."

I stand up out of my chair and yell, "I want it! I WANT IT!!!"

"That's what I like to hear! Alright, let's get you set up!"

A table made from half of a redwood tree trunk spawns in front of you. A contract is put onto it as you sit back down, but instead of paper and quill, a stone slate with script on it and a chalk rock are in front of you. You scan the text to check this isn't a devil's deal and sign at the bottom. The slate then flips over to the other side and you are given a choice: 'Do you wish to forfeit your memories to be pre-immersed in the world you go to and the life of your vessel."

The goddess kindly says "I know you just expressed this fear, but it should be your choice. However, 'you' won't be completely gone if you choose to forfeit. Take your time, because you definitely have it."

You then sit there with a decision to make...

(Hey, just trying out another story idea I've been thinking about [and maybe trying to utilize my cosmological worldbuilding made from my serious writing because none of that is written yet]) so I have my own stories on this site to go to. There will be two main branches based on forfeiting your memories or not with at least a fantasy and modern route with different mixes of kinks for each. Some routes may only show up in one branch. Also, some worlds may have the Biology worldbuilding from My Own Gay Sex World and some routes may have a special variant perspective.)