Chương 931: Day Nine Hundred And Twenty-Nine

Dear Diary, On the one hand, I've spent a lot of the last couple days thinking about what's right and wrong for me to do as a Deity. Whether I should be making everything wonderful for everyone forever, or whether I ought to stand the fuck back and let folks succeed or fail on their own merits. Where do I draw the line so when it comes to Agency, I'm enhancing everyone's rather than taking it away or, even worse maybe, skewing it so that my favorite people have more and other people wind up with less.

That's really the snag. I have no problem with doing nice things for my family. So long as it doesn't actively fuck with my family, I have equally few problems doing nice things for all of my other peeps. Or frankly, for everyone in the world, although thinking I have the ability to do that seems a little iffy. Then again, Global Spells are a thing.

I helped Saffron make the Global System Spell, which apparently is a kind of framework to hang other Global Spells on, which helped pretty much every Archmage, or really every wannabe Archmage in the world make their Spells Global. Yeah, now they've got to learn Saffron's Spell Shaping language, or something like that, but complaining about that is like a programmer complaining about the existence of the internet. Which I'm sure some of them do, come to think of it. People will complain about everything.

There's that old line about some people would complain if you hung them with a gold rope. Which never really made sense to me, because the problem in that case is not the color or material involved in the rope. At the same time, it definitely speaks to the nature of people that some folks would bitch about the nature of the rope they're being hung with instead of the fact that they are, in fact, being hung. Digression, thy name is Tabitha.

I've got all these worries about 'is what I'm doing right', 'is what I'm doing fair', and 'is what I'm doing gonna fuck things up in ways I have not foreseen'. The answers to those, by the way, are 'I have no fuckin' clue', 'I try my best to make it so, just like duBois would want', and 'of course it fuckin' is, if I could foresee the fuckup I'd deal with it'.

Which is why despite my determination to do for myself and not shovel the hard questions of what I ought to be doing onto my family and friends, I still wind up going with the flow when they gang up on me. Okay, 'gang up on me' isn't usually the accurate description. I'm not gonna say 'never', because on multiple nights since Yule I've wound up feeling kinda like an orgasm transfer device, whereby one lady applies one to me while I'm applying one to another.

That's gang something, I'm sure, and I cannot bring myself to feel at all upset about it, especially when, y'know, I wound up the recipient of so much concentrated Happy Brain Chemical delivery.

'Oh, no, four ladies were holding me still so I couldn't choose who did what to whom'. Like I couldn't have just picked them all up and applied tentacle to tasty bits on all of them at once. Yeah, now I'm a little tempted to do just that at some point, while also having them simulcast said sensations directly to my brain meats, but I'm sorta worried I might play too rough with some of them.

Siobhan, for example, is not preternaturally healthy, and while if at some point in the future she winds up permanently bound to our Bedroom due to 'came too hard, brain turned to jelly, nobody including her realized until it was too late', I would not be super surprised, I'd rather that not happen any time soon. Or at all. Like, optimum Siobhan endgame if she doesn't wind up Demigoddessed would, for my money, be 'too old to come that hard, heart gave out, now bound to Bedroom'.

Or maybe even 'went to sleep, woke up in Bedroom feeling way less old'. Yep. Another digression from the basic topic of 'I worry about doing the Right Thing so much I wind up letting my ladies railroad me into doing Really Sus Shit'. Because if half of today's Revel was just good clean fun, if not my normal Revelry, the rest was the weirdest mix of sweet and sus that I remember doing recently.

So after the better part of a day watching snow fall and obliterate any chance we'd be able to track the fuckin' Spartans, I was not in the best of moods. I absolutely didn't want to take that out on my ladies, nor on my Worshippers, but at the same time I realized that I'd been putting my return to my Worshippers off for the better part of a month now. So as the unseen sun neared the horizon, I called out to them. Ladies? Quick conference, please?

A moment later a hand too small to be anyone but Saffron's slipped into mine, and the moment after that I stood in front of my Altar in the Temple of Love, my High Clergy arranged around me in a circle.

"Yes, Goddess?" I pouted the tiniest bit at Saffron, who showed about as much contrition as I'd told her appropriate for nomming all the sweets, which was none, in case anyone's forgotten. But I pulled on my metaphoric big girl panties, what with her delivering me here without any at all, despite my ladies all wearing their white Holy Garb, and said, "I guess you ladies have plans for tonight?"

"We do." She took my hand and Co-Located me to an unfamiliar Altar in a slightly smaller, simpler Temple, one obviously based on the Temple of Love, but somehow feeling more intimate, more homey. Before I could say anything, while I was still looking around at the folks seated around us, watching, she raised one hand and laid her fingers across my lips. Then Marie took my hand and stepped to the New Amsterdam Temple, Co-Locating another of me there. You know I can't focus on any one of you like this, right?

We Know. Marie replied. Orla took one of me to Calverton, where the entire congregation stood upon our arrival. Madeline stole one of me away to Norfolk, where I definitely appreciated Dad's Jotnar anti-frostbite Boon. Tallulah took my hand and stepped to another new Temple, this one looking surprisingly like the one Saffron had taken me to. Then Karen stepped up and took my hand, and all my ladies spoke, their speech obviously both prepared yet also heartfelt.

"This past Autumn our Goddess met with one of her greatest trials yet. In attempting to defend us, to nurture us, and to lead us by example, she was wounded grievously." That's not really... Shush! Yeah, you ain't been shushed properly until you've been shushed by seven different women at the same time, all inside your brain meats. Siobhan hadn't shown up, didn't have my hand in hers, but she definitely joined in on the shushing. I shushed. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve.

Read this novel on the original website. Okay, I also Co-Located one of me back to the bedroom, scooped up Siobhan, and stole her away to the Bedroom, which got me a smile and a giggle as she put one finger across my lips.

"She has taken the time since to rest, to heal, to ensure that none of the harm she had taken would be transferred to us, her faithful. She even sought to protect us, her High Clergy, from any potential harm, even to her own detriment." Each of my ladies, even Siobhan, pulled me into an embrace.

"Tonight, she returns to us. She returns to us with full intent to return to her habit of giving her most faithful her full, undivided attention one Worshipper at a time."

That's where each of them broke from the physical script, turning and settling me on the Altar in six different positions, with Siobhan laying me back on the Bed, even as they all said, "one Worshipper in particular, one who has done more for Tabitha's Temples, for Tabitha's Children, for the good of the Alliance in general, will be given that privilege later this evening, but first," each of them looked me right in the eyes and simultaneously said, "let us all welcome you back, Goddess." Yeah.

On the one hand, I feel a little bad, because I wasn't focused on any one of them. Mostly because not only were all seven of them focused on me, every congregation in each of my Temples started singing. Not fast. Not with any intent to shatter my self-control or leave me helplessly enthralled to endless successive climaxes. I mean, that kinda happened, but not all at once. They took their time, each of my High Clergy taking me according to their own inclinations and preferences.

But all of them taking me, not the other way around. Enjoying me, I think, but I was absolutely the receiving, reactive partner in each and every case. Even Siobhan was on top, although that kind of wound up making me giggle halfway through, right before I returned her to bed, when her proto-rugrat kicked me in the chin. Repeatedly. If you can't laugh during your shenanigans, you're doing it wrong.

My Worshippers laughed as they sang, as I responded, as Worship flowed into me from six different Temples across the Alliance, flowed into me until I sparkled and glowed. One by one they collapsed me back to the Temple of Love, until at some point halfway to dawn Karen smiled into my lips as she finished us both at once. She pulled away, Saffron helping her to her feet, one hand from each of them first holding me on the Altar, then pulling me up to sit.

"So, what have you guys got planned for me, then?" When I asked the question, a familiar voice from behind me gasped out, "Goddess?"

"Hey, Cherry, how've you been?" I asked as Tallulah and Marie led him around from behind the Altar, Orla and Madeline leading Giselle of all people. She'd gone from 'kinda soft and plush' to 'made of squish, with extra squish up top', and the kid held to her breast by a sling explained why.

"Hey, Giselle!"

"You remember me?" At the same time, Cherry, wore a simple blindfold and not a stitch more, said, "you know Giselle? I mean, of course you do. I... She's going to be my nursemaid!" I pulled them both in, glancing at Saffron as I did. She nodded. When you are ready, love.

"So, what did you do to be the first Worshipper on my Altar this Season, Cherry?" He shrugged, "I'm honestly not sure. I just did what you told me to do. Found a nursemaid," he put an arm around Giselle, hugging her while I held them both.

"Worked really hard to make sure the Temple had enough saved up in case I couldn't work while... Um... You know."

"While you're pregnant?" He blushed. So fuckin' cute. I guess that's why he's up here? Saffron smiled serenely and nodded. I've worked out the proper Shapeshifting. Meanwhile, he's somewhat understated how hard he's worked, how many donations he's earned for the Temple. Uh...? There's a reason we could afford the new Temples in Newark and Camden Yards, and he's waiting for you to put a baby in his belly. Wow. I slipped the blindfold off him, kissed him gently.

"Thank you, Cherry."

"For what?" I smiled.

"Just for being you, and working so hard to make so many people happy. Now." I paused, smiled at him.

"You ready?" His eyes got real big.

"Now?"

"No time like the present." He didn't speak, but he nodded like his head was gonna pop off.

"Kitten?" But it was Karen who stepped up, took Giselle by the hand, and said, "would you like to assist?" She looked at Cherry and said, "do you want me to?"

"Yeah! Yes! Yes, please and thank you!" Karen opened a little pot of that henna stuff, then guided Giselle into painting a symbol onto Cherry's belly. Not the same one Saffron had put on Siobhan and Marie. Curlier, with more spirals, it reminded me almost of curled up tentacles. When she finished, she closed the pot and led Giselle away to sit in the front row of seats. Meanwhile Saffron thought, may I, Goddess? Do what you need to do, Kitten. I felt her take over my Shapeshifting, shifting...

Not to boy-mode, although it felt superficially similar. Flat chested. Cock, but definitely girl cock. Lots of it. Is that all gonna fit? Your job will be making it do so. After. After what? She didn't answer, instead slipping up behind Cherry, reaching around him, one hand around him and one around me.

"Are you ready, Cherry?"

"What do I need to do?"

"For now? Tell me you're ready to become a mother, that you're ready for Tabitha to put a baby inside you. Then let me grant you the Boons needed for her to do so."

"Yes. Yes, please!" Yeah, I was not ready to get bigger when Saffron's hand stroked me. Big enough that when she pressed us together, held him to me, applied those hand skills I knew she had, his cum streamed right into me. Meanwhile I felt her grant him the Boon of Shapeshifting, then do some really fancy Shifting inside of him.

"I thought she would be, uh..."

"Trust your Goddess, and trust me, Cherry. Now. Are you ready?" He smiled over his shoulder at her.

"Little out of breath. But yeah."

"So do you want to be facing our Goddess or her congregation?" He looked up at me, eyes wide.

"Goddess? Please?" I looked at Saffron, who nodded to me, at which point I realized that she'd definitely lubed me up something fierce while her hand was on me. I lifted him up, settled him on me. Like this? Yes. As deep as you can. There is a cervix analogue which will seal off and prevent contamination once the womb we've created is seeded, but you'll need to push through it. Uh... Balls deep, I believe the saying goes. I glanced down at the thing that had to be the size of his arm, then up into his eager eyes.

"Ready to get bred?" He giggled.

"Yes, please!" I pushed down. Slipping into him was tight. So tight, so warm. I pushed until I hit resistance, then pushed down further. His eyes popped wide, and his cock went rigid between our bellies as I slipped through that second tight squeeze. My cock pulsed, and I wrapped my arms around his back, my hands gripping his shoulders. Deeper, Goof. Am I gonna hurt him? Trust, Goof. Deeper! I looked down into his trusting, wanting eyes, listened to him panting with need.

"You sure about this?"

"Yes! Please Goddess!" I pushed. Pushed deeper, hit resistance, and barely pushed my tip through it. He squeaked. That broke something loose. I impaled him on my cock, thrusting upward again, and again, and again, as he screamed and came across our bellies. His cum, his cock between us, his squeaking screams of pleasure all scoured away any restraint I had. I came, hard, and before I even finished his belly lit up with a brilliant glow.

He gasped, tried to look down, but Saffron tugged at my hand, had me bury my hand in his hair and bend him backwards. Still pumping inside him, I watched as that belly henna flashed red, then black, then settled into a steady white glow.

"Really hope you're ready for kids, Cherry." Saffron chuckled, ruffled Cherry's hair, then nudged me.

"Unless he's ready for twins?" He laughed, shook his head, and I took him by the waist and hair.

"Okay then." I pulled, he shuddered, and then he squeaked again. I yoinked him off completely, then kinda sprayed the front of him down, both of us laughing and twitching and coming as we shuddered to stillness. Yeah, so fuckin' weird. First my Wife gets Siobhan pregnant, and now I get my femboy pregnant. My life is a joke meme. And I love it.