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Prompt: Of Man, Lamia, and Goddesses (P8)
🕑 Added 2023-01-17 19:28:34 +0000 UTCSummary: In a parallel universe much like our own, a series of divine mishaps creature a world where lamia replace human females as the eternal partners for men. What follows is a series of vignettes of how this world evolved over time. Commissioned by downhillrabbit6.1 for the month of January 2023.
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Among the heavenly realm, Synt was not a popular goddess. The extinguishment of Heterosia's life didn't register much of a response at the time, but as Synt's designs over mankind were made manifest, old grudges over the irritating woman were dredged up once again.
The prevailing sentiment among patron goddesses was to cultivate their own domains pristinely and with exceptional care, producing realms of beauty, order, and peace. Though Heterosia's foul, short-sighted mistake had left their world in ruin, there was optimism that aggressively correcting "the humanity problem" would expedite a rapid course correction towards a more perfect world. The introduction of lamia produced a less squishy, more imposing adversary.
Worse still was the general attitudes of their subjects. Sex was a revolting passtime, reviled among many of the goddesses—this was a factor in various species' monosexual attributes. Synt's tendency to indulge her baser instincts and desires was seen as unsightly among the goddesses. And yet, her attitudes seemed to rub off among the societies below. They were crossbreeding, mingling.
The end of the Lamian Golden Age was followed by the Lamian Dark Age, and in many regards this development was a result of heavenly collusion, hedging their bets on emergent forces that could stand to, if not eradicate, at least keep lamia in check. The irony was the inherent hypocrisy in the bets they hedged; centaur and merfolk were no strangers to human biology and to the concept of procreation, and sex slave industries seemed to swell, not shrink during the Dark Ages where goddesses were, perhaps, the most involved in worldly affairs.
This double-standard wasn't lost on Synt. The collusion of the other goddesses, expressing a shared disdain of Synt's meddling into the mortal realm affairs, had largely left her hands tied, and not in the way Synt would've liked. Synt's influence on the mortal realm had been stymied effectively in this time, with some goddess always getting in her way whenever whimsy struck her to make a sweeping change. It was a commendable team effort, but one founded on mean-spirited, practically unfair tag-teaming.
Synt was so incensed by this action that a council of goddesses was assembled, though the communion went as predictably as one could expect; though Synt was an erotic, sensuous goddess, blessed with incredible power to enact her will, she was not so silver-tongued in the realm of heavenly politics.
"It is a concern of balance amongst the realm of mortals," Oceania, goddess of seafarers and reefs, clarified, her hair flowing like water along her immense form. "No one race should dominate all others in worldly matters, and none shall rise above all else."
"It would salt the fields, and poison the lands." Pastoria concurred. The goddess of livestock and pastures stood at attention, all the image of a perfect centauress; easily the tallest among the goddesses, she loomed over the procession with a careful look.
"Was it not agreed on to avoid meddling in human affairs!?" Synt bellowed. "It's wrong for me to offer a pittance of support and guidance, but when any of you get involved, O how the angels sing! Holy intervention!"
"You will not step out of line, Synt." Oceania growled, twirling a trident with deadly intent. "The goddesses strongly disavow themselves of what you've done."
"You may have overpowered Heterosia with relative ease..." Pastoria stomped her hoof. "But those of us who remain will not kowtow so easily."
"Ha! Strong words of kowtowing from an overgrown cow!" Synt guffawed. "You speak of peace obtained through power! Honeyed words!!"
Synt would make her move there to assert her will, knowing full well that the other goddesses were averse to fighting, or ultimately destroying, their own kind, no matter how loathsome they considered them. Synt often used this to her advantage, as she had no such qualms erasing other goddesses, making their power her own.
Alas, a duel against two goddesses, each that would be an equal match against her, would prove to be more than a match with their power combined. From nothing but pure will, great swathes of sea and peerless peaks materialized, rolling over Synt in ceaseless pushes. Synt, despite her impressive stature and her powerful, snakelike body, was pushed back effortlessly, pinned to the far wall, struggling to move as rising tidal waves and surging landslides billowed against her.
She cried out, her ceremonial clothing being torn off at the seams, water and dirt coalescing into a viscous mud that pounded her over and over. Her tail lashed as she felt herself sinking, trying to resist the pull of the mud. But she was too heavy, yet not heavy enough to not be thrown about like a ragdoll; such was the power of the twin goddesses that stood against her.
Gnashing her fangs and crying out in an unearthly rage, she clawed at the mud, the viscous material slipping through her fingers as she sunk deeper and deeper. As she sunk deeper, then out of sight, a scant few mud bubbles drifted to the surface, and then ceased. Pastoria and Oceania regarded each other with a slight nod; they understood that Synt wouldn't be dissuaded from her goals, and they knew that their combined assault wouldn't put an end to her, but perhaps, for the time being, her protestations would be silenced for some centuries.
As the mud subsided, it revealed the form of Synt herself, perfectly encapsulated in a layer of hardened clay. Her proportions were almost statuesque in their realization, emphasizing her voluptuous curves and her luscious, pouty lips. It would be some time until she would break free, but it would be long enough for the twin goddesses to perform a course correction on the mortal realm.Alas, Synt's appeals fell on deaf ears, and she was left to languish, isolated from the affairs of her mortal children.
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When Synt reemerged from her clay prison, like a snake hatching from its shell, her rage had subsided into a quiet fury.
Synt was convinced that, if she were to go toe-to-tail with any one of these other goddesses, she could throw her weight around and have her way. But she wasn't much interested in picking another dreadful fight. It had been too long since she had properly indulged her own carnal cravings, and she had a pang, a need, a hole in her being that yearned to be filled.
Thankfully, being a goddess of lust among other things, there was no shortage of subjects lining up to attempt to satisfy her. For the better part of the dark ages, she'd turn away from the affairs of mortal kind to, academically speaking, fuck her brains out.
