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Prompt of the Week - Week 36
🕑 Added 2021-02-28 15:03:57 +0000 UTCTAGS: Goddess, Hyper/Macro, Boopersnoot/Snek, Milk, Reality Alteration
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Deep below ground, where even the bravest of spelunkers dared not tread, surrounding by miles upon miles of labyrinthine tunnels, most of which led only to a potential intruders’ untimely death, awaited a mythical city known only through legend and hearsay, a golden paradise below the surface where a goddess awaited those who would be courageous, or perhaps simply mad enough to attempt the journey. None knew too much about her, for she was much too grand to describe: she was serpentine, she was gigantic, and she held a firm grip on the lives of all those who lived upon their world, whether or not they were even aware of it. Her agents and eyes were everywhere, her sibillant whispers heard wherever policy-making was conducted, and her seeping, divine power produced life of a quality that could not adequately be written down, lest the pages combust and the arm used to write the words wilt at such an affront.
Many had heard of this city, very few believed it real, and even fewer attempted the perilous journey to find it. It lived in a sort of stasis between realities in the minds of those who heard of it: everyone knew the tunnel system existed, but not all were convinced that the fabled goddess-queen Eternia, Lady of Infinite Length and Limitless Abundance, Glorious Mother-Serpent Whom We praise In Her Holy Name, would even limit herself to existing on the same planet as those who she ruled over. Most assumed her abode was in the heavens somewhere above their heads, where none could even remotely begin to hope of gazing upon her, much less doing anything as brave as touching her, and even those who swore her city lay ready for any to stumble upon were mostly of the belief that her true throne was still off-world, simply accessible via their own. In truth, the latter camp was far closer to the bullseye that even they could know, or than they would ever know, considering no soul would, under any circumstance, be allowed to breach the perimeter of the Sanctum, whereupon Eternia made her residence.
The Majesty, the Eternal Serpent, The Snake-Mother of All That Was And Will Be, Eternia, made her residence deep within the gilded, hallowed halls of an incomprehensibly vast underground city carved entirely from a gold deposit created by her own descent from the heavens, a deposit that grew thicker and more lustrous whenever she dared to move, creating more building materials for the eternal expansion of her throne. There she resided, making her influence known through the whole planet, guiding the little ones immediately around her and those whom she indirectly ruled over by ensuring that those petty despots and would-be leaders proclaiming themselves chosen by either the people or herself were headed in the right direction at all times. It was hard work, especially since her physicality also created a few extra… secondary concerns.
Were she to exist in her true form, as a sort of divine wavelength permeating the fullest extent of spacetime and everything around it, things would be remarkably simpler and a lot less high-maintenance. However, as per her decision to experience life as one of her own creations (to a certain degree), Eternia had to deal with the same kind of issues that plagued those dreadfully mortal souls that she snatched up to serve as her near-numberless coterie… again, to a certain degree, given that she operated on scales just a slight bit more vast than most mortals. After all, it’d be hard to find someone, even another snake, whose coiled body measured in the miles when it came to length, a couple or three in width; even among the biggest of the blessed big ones, none would be able to find an example of excess quite as demonstrative as what Eternia possessed as a bust, or, to be more accurate, busts. The sheer run-off of milk from the dozens of rows of udders lining her form was such that a new type of gold was produced from the constant bathing of her throne room, one which was so perfectly suffused by the healing properties of her lactic cream that mere contact with a wound was enough to return the unfortunate victim to full working condition. This “pearl gold”, as it was called, was harvested from where Eternia spent most of her time and jealously hoarded in vast, even-further-underground vaults, for the milk itself was so powerful as to allow the empty chunks left behind to “refill” with yet more of the metallic substance.
Eternia’s mere presence was enough to bend and warp the laws of reality to the point where her millions upon millions of servants had to adhere to a strict schedule just to have a chance at surviving contact with her. Stay around for too long and one’s soul might just end up ripped from its body to feed the ravenous, endless hunger of the goddess-serpent; remain away from her for too much time and one withered away from the lack of exposure to her glorious radiance. It was a drug, and one that had to be dosed just right to keep unnecessary casualties down; the snake herself was more than capable of restoring those lost to her magnificence back to how they used to be, but she quite fancied not having to spend a few hours every day resurrecting the help. Similarly, she had to avoid speaking too loudly, lest her words infiltrate the feeble, meek skulls of those attending to her physical forms and make them do things that, while not necessarily impossible, require a creative interpretation of the laws of reality; after all, her will must be done, thus requiring extreme care whenever she worded a desire, want or need.
All of this led to a rather lonely existence for Eternia, despite her literally sitting upon a mile-high throne-slash-waterfall made of pure gold infused with her life-giving milk, surrounded on all sides by her very tail, itself wrapped and coil over her very own, personal kingdom carved out of the result of her divine majesty interacting with the physical universe. She was, at the end of the day, a goddess, and the only one in this plane of existence; perhaps, if she had remained in her true form, a dalliance with a neighboring universe would’ve been possible, maybe even something deeper if she was feeling experimental and open to commitment, but stuck as she was to a physical body, even one as impossible as her own, Eternia’s options were… limited. She had once attempted to sate her curiosity by bringing select members of her entourage into her presence, blessing them with just enough size and power to allow them to service her in such a way that she’d actually feel it, but these tryouts never ended in anything more than disappointment; even if the body was willing, the mind was often lacking in the kind of unique creativity required to truly push Eternia’s buttons. Though, this could also be attributed to her shameful little secret.
Well, shameful in the sense that all those around her saw it as shameful, not necessarily Eternia herself. As physical as she might be, her mind was still very much that of a goddess, and as such she didn’t see why or how she should be embarrassed about something that, quite frankly, she didn’t see as her fault at all; it was her body talking back to her, letting her know what it wanted and why it did so, and it simply wouldn’t do for her to ignore it just because it didn’t obey some preconceived notion of what someone like herself ‘should’ act like like. That said, she found herself reacting with a rather strange emotion whenever someone other than herself brought it up: it was a mixture of anger and a desire for that information, now verbalized, to go away and never show itself again, together with a rise in blood pressure and a colouring of her cheeks. She had studied this emotion extensively and came to the conclusion that it was something mortals called “embarrassment”, which was obviously ludicrous given that, as a goddess, she need not be embarrassed of anything at all.
Yet, whenever someone brought up the fact that what she truly desired the most out of anything in the world was for someone big and imposing to “boop the snoot”, Eternia did not simply nod or confirm that this was the truth, but rather attempt to forcefully shut the transgressor up, permanently if need be by sending them down into the pearl gold mines where her constant downpour ensured an endless supply of the shiny material. She would suffer no indignity, even if she herself recognized that it was no indignity at all, and her coterie thus slowly learned that if they wanted to remain in one piece and in some control of their lives, the best thing they could do was not mention that aspect of their goddess’ mentality, for their own good.
Then again, this didn’t exactly make the need for snoot booping go away; in fact, not having anyone there to scratch that particular itch made Eternia a very frisky snek indeed, to the point where she would occasionally uplift a couple of servants in an attempt at distracting herself. This usually resulted in the volunteers being shown what it was like to be a god for a good couple of hours, requiring extensive soul repair in the aftermath, and invariably left the Mother Serpent feeling… unsatisfied. There was something missing during those extensive periods of rapturous carnal bliss where her body was used like a cheap fucktoy by two or more brutes whose minds could only comprehend the need to thrust their cocks in between cleavages or into a few of her slits, something deeper and more meaningful that simply could not be provided through sexual enjoyment alone.
It was a problem that Eternia didn’t know how to fix, especially given her belief that she had the mortal experience down pat and thus didn’t require any additional insight. Little did she know that there was a fundamental aspect of earthly existence that she, being unused to the kind of hormonal necessities that came with having a physical body, was simply not privy to; it was one thing to be an all-encompassing constant whose contact with other such creatures operated at scales unimaginable by any of the little ones surrounding her on a daily basis, and another entirely to “merely” be a miles-long serpentine figure of motherly perfection that made all who gazed upon her lose their minds unless shielded properly. And yet, even then, it still wasn’t an appropriate contrast, for even the eternities that she had spent with other gods and godlike things that resided between and without worlds had never been anything more than a fulfillment of base needs, stress relief to a certain degree, as opposed to anything more meaningful. There was plenty of loving there, but no love, no adoration, no mutual understanding that their lives could be so much better together than apart; merely two entities who wished to fuck, so they did.
And that was… disappointing. Perhaps it was her physicality that left her feeling like this, but for Eternia, mere sexual release was no longer enough; she craved something deeper, an experience that could truly leave her feeling like she was wanted by someone else, not just desired. There was a bit of a need for worship mixed in the middle, but always with the caveat that it would be mutual; any equal to her would be similarly divine after all, and not providing the adequate amount of godly adulation would be downright blasphemous. But still, in the end, all that Eternia truly wanted was for someone to boop her snoot, and not just because it was snoot-booping that she craved, but what it meant.
Firstly, anyone big enough to do it would, by necessity, be more than capable of taking her down more carnal paths if she so desired; the Lady of Infinite Length wouldn’t just suddenly stop craving other lengths just because other buttons were being pushed, and an adequate partner would have to be capable of holding their own during their more private hours, this much was a dealbreaker. But, perhaps most importantly, anyone that she trusted enough to get close to her and happily boop her snek snooter would, again by necessity, be someone that she already cared more about than anything and anyone else ever in her long, effectively perpetual existence. This, above all things, was exactly why she found herself to be so embarrassed any time any one of her servants mentioned this very specific need of hers: it was less a matter of them being unworthy and far more about her own vulnerability. Discussing how much she wanted someone to press a finger against the tip of her snout and gently poke it inwards was admitting that she was… incomplete, not whole, and that the goddess that ruled over that world was far more concerned about finding a suitable partner than she was in actually ruling over anything.
Not that any of her servants would actually try to exploit this in any way of course; even in the insane off-chance that one might consider the remote possibility, a flick of her wrist or a snap of her fingers would be enough on Eternia’s part to simply get rid of whatever interloper wished to take advantage of her, even if her entire golden city were to turn on her. But it still wasn’t something that they were simply allowed to discuss freely; the last thing that she wanted was to breed discontent, or the patently ridiculous notion that she was becoming “weak” or “frail”, and thus required a big, strong, dumb pile of muscles to come topple her from her eternal throne.
No, what she needed was a mate, and a fun one too, capable of warming those cold nights where she lay staring at the ceiling without a thought in her mind aside from how lonely she felt, and how much better her life would be if only a big, strong, hunky snake like herself was there beside her, that they may entwine themselves in one another’s coils and… well, do a great many things that were best left unrecorded in any annals, lest anyone be left thinking that she was anything less than a perfectly dominant goddess with a strong hand and even stronger sense of direction. No submission for her, not at all, especially when not said giant of a lover was there and ready to boop her snoot to cause her to flinch and blush and bat her eyelashes in that oddly alluring and bashful way that she’d seen in some artistic productions. Not. At. All.
Eternia certainly didn’t spend a significant amount of time each day fantasizing about when someone from the surface would be able to breach through the multiple layers of defences that had been set up around the city, this after they were done negotiating the maze of tunnels that protected it from anyone who just so happened top be snooping around. At no point did she ever waste hours picturing what this adventurer would be like: daring, bold, possessed of vast amounts of worldly knowledge and a physique to match, capable of climbing even the immenseness that was her own body without needing any help from her divine font of power. Absolutely, at no point in the past, did Eternia phase out wondering what it would be like to wake up next to them, on a bed of a make unlike any other, as their body slowly grew to match hers over the course of days, weeks, months, years, as the two of them woke up every day just the tiniest bit closer to one another, ready for a snoot booping whenever required. And, of course, she had never once sighed wistfully as she looked out at the distance, towards the colossal golden gates that marked the entry to her abode, hoping that somewhere beyond it where the tunnels began, a brave soul would make the journey and come out the other end. Not once.
This desire would not go unnoticed, though few would ever become aware of where their determination truly came from. All the brave fools and cocksure adventurers, all those who fancied themselves archaeologists and the occasional lunatic, they all had one thing in common: their will being guided by Eternia, as her desire for a mate seeped into the world around her and turned what should be a closely-kept secret into a set of beliefs that crystallized over time, a mythology shared between disparate civilizations that attracted countless bold souls to the same place every years. They all knew, instinctively, there there was something down there, that somehow, making the trek to the very end of the caverns would put them in contact with their goddess, even if they didn’t know, when or why; all that they knew was that they had to do it, that it was an imperative, that someone must reach the very end. It became a competition of sorts, where those brave enough to brave the cave system saw one another as suitors, battling for the attention of a supreme being who they weren’t sure was even there.
And in between all of that, there yet remained Eternia, sitting upon her golden throne, awash with milk and lactic bliss, surrounded by supplicants whose lives meant as much to her as those of an ant did to the average mortal. There she lay waiting for the day when her mate, her consort, would open the gates to her palace and demand to see her, that the two of them may start a new life. There she lay, holding out for the day in which she could finally turn around, lock eyes with her better half…
… and have them bop her snoot.
