Chapter 92 — Y4: The Festival of Visitation
Ah, good, you’re here. Ready to --
This is just a spare outfit I had. Hadn’t needed to wear it before. Why? You like it?
Why yes, it does make me look hot~ Hehehe, thank you~
Hm?
No, I’m fine.
After all, sex is exhausting, right?
I’m good~
Oh. No.
No, I don’t think I will stop.
Put up or shut up.
No?
Okay~ Story time it is~
As a whole, we managed to take a nice break from the constant panic after, uh.
Breaking reality.
You know, just a bit.
Zaylee was having a lot of fun with having two bodies, which I am still jealous of, but for the rest of us? We basically just took the chance to collapse and twitch on the ground for a few months.
I mean that almost literally. With how the fourth landmass was cored, we didn’t have anything to do beyond some light surveying. Sure, I could have worked on my blessings, but, uh.
…No.
I was exhausted.
Two months passed and we did almost nothing. It was glorious.
Well, nothing besides fucking, but that goes without saying, right?
Before we knew it, it was halfway through the year, and it was time for the mid-year festival.
This time with special guests: The Goddesses!
…Yeah, it was, uh.
A Thing.
Soooo… here’s the thing about gods in MISSY.
In other realities it might be different, but in MISSY a god's physical form doesn’t break the laws of physics. Or the laws of magic.
…Usually.
If a god wants to do so, like how the chief god has his ‘I’m super duper hot’ aura, they need to do the shardcraft themselves, manually.
That said, if a goddess is interested in improving something about themselves?
Even without shardcraft, they can still reach beyond what a normal human could. Simply because they can more easily test things, or ensure that they do something perfectly.
For example, with makeup, a goddess could use their shard to simulate a hundred different shades, and blend a thousand combinations, all in a single moment. They could use that to pick the precise shade that they want, and then either apply it auto-magically using their shard, or have their shard generate a set of instructions to do so manually.
Technically, a human could achieve that level of perfection, as well.
Practically?
That's what [N/A] rank traits are.
They're, uh.
Yeah.
No. No, you're not getting that.
So a goddess could easily have a movie star appearance in real life, while barely even trying.
So when Immaculata, Goddess of Beauty, decides to show up for a festival?
She gets fans.
A lot of fans.
…Which I'm pretty sure was her entire goal for attending, to be honest…
It’s just -- sorry, I still remember the absolute befuddlement I was feeling that day.
It was the second day of the festival, and I saw a massive crowd that had formed. This is unusual but not rare during the festival; usually it indicates some kind of rare or valuable prize, and occasionally it’s a rather fun festival game. So I decided to see what the fuss was all about.
I pushed through the crowd, reaching the center, only to find the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen carefully applying makeup to one of my fellow schoolgirls. The goddess had an almost serene smile on her face as she carefully, almost lovingly, applied lipstick to my peer’s lips.
And I just kind of stared, because, uh.
…What.
Just -- what.
Like, I didn’t have any warning this would happen!
Oh sure I knew that the gods would come down eventually but I didn’t realize that eventually meant that day specifically!
And of all of the goddesses to show up first, it was Immaculata?
It’s well known in the games that she spends most of her time in isolation, working on improving her appearance in tiny increments. Practicing how to pose, how to smile, until it’s so ingrained in what she is that even if she were to lose all of her memories, she’d still be perfect with her beauty.
And there she was, in public.
Applying makeup to a mortal.
And I just -- I still don’t get it!
I mean, sure, Modesty was probably behind it, but still!
I just stared for a few solid minutes -- before I realized that, uh.
…Well.
Immaculata was giving makeup tips, as she was working.
…Really good makeup tips, actually…
…N-no, no, I did not lose an entire week just taking notes on makeup!
…I, uh, just lost that day.
That’s, uh.
That’s not relevant.
F-fine!
Fine, no, she didn’t return any other day! Shut up!
Argh!
No, no, it was the other goddesses that showed up!
After Immaculata showed up on the second day of the festival? Wanda, Claire, and Clarabelle showed up on the third.
Respectively the goddesses of family and incest, of exhibitionism, and of free use.
Wanda was there doing her best to help resolve family problems between various mortals. She had a literal list she brought with her, prewritten for coming to visit in person.
Most of her advice boiled down to ‘don’t get too angry, and if you do, having sex with them is a great bonding exercise’.
…Wanda doesn’t always have the… best… advice.
Claire, on the other hand, had requisitioned a stage to show herself off on. She was doing regular stripper shows, sauntering back and forth and showing off how wet it got her.
Oh, the stage was intended for some kind of children's card game contest, but, uh.
When a goddess says ‘may I have that?’, the answer is going to be ‘yes, I would be honored, is there anything else you want?'.
Clarabelle was --
…Bluntly?
She was turning parts of the festival into an orgy.
She’s the goddess of free use!
And she was recruiting from the student population! Offering minor favors in exchange for a temporary blessing that let everybody know they were free to be fucked for the day!
…Which was rather fun, I admit, but the amount of people that lined up to fuck me was enough that Clarabelle actually got a touch jealous. I think.
That, or it was a playful ‘rivalry’ used solely to get more people to fuck both of us.
…Actually, in retrospect, that was probably what was going on…
The festival's third day opened up the floodgates. Three goddesses showing up in a single day?
Yeah, there was nothing stopping the others from showing up now.
Bernette, goddess of hyper sizes, showed up and was giving people free enhancements.
The enhancements were, of course, giving them giant tits or giant cocks.
I was, and still am, kind of annoyed. I worked at getting my tits as big as they are! All the other sluts got them just by asking for them! Hrmf.
Meanwhile, Daria and Leola, goddesses of, respectively, Dominance and Submission, ran a BDSM booth alongside Rebecah, goddess of bondage.
Oh, BDSM is a fun acronym. It stands for: ‘Bondage and Discipline’, ‘Dominance and Submission’, and ‘Sadism and Masochism’. So basically sex things that relate to physical control expressed by or expressed on a person, as well as forms of pain -- physical or mental -- with regards to sex. Whether, again, it is ‘being given to’ or ‘being received by’ an individual.
… … …
Okay, there is no way you guessed that.
In what way is it obvious that they were running informative seminars?!
They’re goddesses!
They have priests and priestesses for that!
Usually ones wearing bondage gear!
…Okay, f-fine, I suppose I did have that coming for assuming you didn't know what BDSM was. Just -- moving on!
Valerie, goddess of power-play, ran an absolutely hilarious body-swap booth.
Hilarious because it didn’t actually swap bodies. Just everybody’s impression of them.
So when, for example, a daughter tried to ‘swap bodies’ with her mother, they didn't actually swap bodies.
Just. Everybody was convinced that the daughter was the mother, and the mother, the daughter.
Seeing how the 'daughter' was trying to fend off the advances of 'her' boyfriend was hilarious. Seeing her give in because her 'mother' egged her on until she cracked was even better!
Catalina, goddess of cows and cattle, was running an informative booth on the benefits of being a cow that lived to be fucked by bulls and produce milk.
She was far too convincing while running it… I’m pretty sure she got five girls and two boys to sign up for a ‘trial session’ of ‘being a milky cow’.
Never, never sign up for a goddesses ‘trial session’.
You can technically say ‘no’ to extending it after you’re done.
But you very much won’t.
Futaba showed up for a bit, too. Goddess of futanari. Or hermaphrodites. Either or. she mostly just showed up to brag about Shimizu, which, uh.
…Fair.
She was also a massive asshole to everybody else.
Which was less fair.
Thankfully she was only around for a day and a half before the other goddesses teamed up to throw her out and block her from returning. Ugh…
Trinity, goddess of Parasites and Merging, was running a very expensive booth where she would ‘merge’ two individuals together into one whole. It was a service her temples provided, sometimes for free, to people that wanted it badly enough, but here she was offering temporary mergings.
I actually asked her about the price, because it’s not like goddesses need money, and apparently it was serving as an intentional barrier to entry. If you could afford her price, then you were in a good enough financial position to seek out a way to undo it if you decided to return back to normal after the festival was over.
…Naturally, a lot of the temporary mergers decided to stay that way. Because pornworld and the goddess of this particular kink running the show.
There were even more goddesses that showed up, of course, but I could go on all day about the shenanigans the goddesses got up to.
It was a very fun festival.
Despite all of that, however, there was no sign Argenta.
Other goddesses not showing up -- that made sense. Most of the goddesses are fairly secluded in general.
But Argenta, I knew, wanted a conversation with me. She wanted information. And she wanted it badly.
I was suspicious of her, but overall, not that worried.
With almost all of the goddesses showing up for some vacation time, there was an implicit ‘truce’ going on. When you live with people for eternity, you learn to compromise, and one of those compromises was ‘don’t fuck with vacation time’. And breaking that kind of trust isn’t something one can do twice.
That said, I did learn what Argenta was doing towards the end of the festival.
It started when I saw the perfect pair of tights…
Look.
I like looking pretty.
And hot.
And a large part of that is my wardrobe.
Sometimes I take it to extremes because I can and it’s funny, but sometimes it’s serious work!
And part of that is having an outfit for every occasion. Or, uh, at least every occasion where I want to look hot.
Sure, it’s easy to just go to a fancy store and purchase the latest dress of whatever, but I like having a wardrobe. Being able to mix and match things! Wear that miniskirt because I’m feeling flirty, or that bra because I want it to be ripped off and I don’t mind it being torn!
And those tights were just -- yes!
They were clearly worked with magic of some sort. They would reach up to around mid-thigh, and could change appearance!
According to the little info card set up next to their display, they would be held tight and be able to fix themselves using its enchantments! The appearance they could take were as varied as one could think!
They could appear to be stockings, a single color, striped, fishnet -- so many options!
The perfect tights for any occasion!
I had to have it.
Yes I mean that literally!
Not getting them was not an option!
Oh shut it with that look, it was a holiday and they were perfect!
They were a reward for a minigame gauntlet during the festival. One of the tents that was set up had a series of minigames of a more -- blatantly sexual bent than they tended to be. Getting high enough scores in all of them would get you the grand prize!
Those stockings!
Now, as for the minigames in question --
-- Yes.
Yes, I am going to go over them.
Because I’m telling the story, and they were hot.
So there.
There were three minigames in total.
Because of course there were three. It’s always three, five, or ten, I swear…
…Anyway, three minigames in total.
The first one was an obstacle course that one had to complete while wearing restrictive clothing!
Ballet heels were locked on, a hobble skirt was required, and a restrictive corset had some very tight knots.
It was easy.
…What?
That kind of thing is my jam!
Sure it wasn’t as easy as it would have been without them, but come on. I had to wear heels with six inches of height minimum. I had a tail for extra balance. I had practice with this kinda stuff, it really wasn’t hard.
Teetering around in bondage-locked ballet heels, only able to move a few inches every step, no arms to swing for balance?
Maybe hard for a lesser slut, but I am, and was, A-Grade Slut Material.
It was a piece of cake~
The second minigame was --
-- okay. Um.
It was a gloryhole challenge.
Is it odd that what stuck out the most to me, even then, was wondering how they got so many cocks so readily?
I was put into a small cubicle-like area with four holes, one on each wall. At least the floor had some nice cushions for me to kneel on. The challenge was pretty simple. It didn’t even have a time limit!
It was simply to pleasure as many cocks as I could, for as long as I could, until I gave up -- or until I failed to make a cock cum ten minutes after it showed up.
Which was, uh.
…Well.
I had [Sexual Endurance] and [Prostitution] at rank B.
And if that wasn’t enough, I had [Enhanced Seduction (Pheromones) - A].
It started out a bit slow for me. Just two cocks, from adjacent walls. With my parasitically enhanced mouth I could take care of one easily, and I was more than skilled enough with my hands to take care of the other.
After that one came in that was soft, a nice big one, but some of my pheromones must have leaked through the hole, as I finished it off in around forty seconds. I was giving it a titjob, and my titjobs weren’t that good! Back then I’d have needed fifty seconds, minimum, to make a cock like that blow with just my tits!
…Nowadays, I can do it in twenty six if I really try~
After that, they thought they were clever, with two cocks from opposing sides, but hah!
I had a mouth and a pussy!
Hahaha!
Then they tried to simply overwhelm me with numbers, but come on.
What kind of slut can’t be fucked in the mouth and the slit while giving two handjobs?
That’s, like, gangbang one-oh-one.
After that, they thought they’d get clever.
They made new holes!
Or, well, revealed old ones.
But I have a cunt-tail!
Hahahaha!
That, along with quickly swapping between cocks, left me easily ahead of their curve.
It was fun~
In the end they had to stop due to their volunteers' refractory periods outpacing my skills. I was quite proud of that.
As for the third minigame, well.
…Frankly it was a disappointment.
It was a trivia quiz.
A sexual trivia quiz, sure, about things like blessings and curses and corruption, but still.
It was easy.
I later learned that this was included as a final test to ensure that ‘only I’ would pass the minigame, but at the time it was just baffling. Bondage, blowjobs, and trivia? That’s not even the start of a lame joke.
And in the end, I got the tights I wanted!
…Only for them to vanish from my hands, as I was teleported and -- ah --
…Actually, what happens next is probably best viewed with commentary, instead of explicitly told.
Good thing this is after I got my last implant… okay, give me a bit to get this working…
The screen turns on, revealing an individual that must be Argenta, sitting in a chair and looking impatient. Behind her is --
Okay okay, one moment, let me see if I can get this working…
Elizabeth looked startled, standing in a cubical room made of a sea-green metal. A wooden chair was behind her, with a nice cushion. And in front of her was an individual that was clearly Argenta, Goddess of Alchemy.
She has a dry smile on her face, equal parts annoyed and relieved. “Well. It’s about time that worked. We have some things to discuss.”
Okay there!
I can show you this next time!
…Oh, and, so you know, uh.
That green metal the room is made out of?
That’s what Atlantean alloy looks like.
…Yeah.
I know.
Believe me, I know.
The divine equivalent of getting kidnapped and duct taped to a chair in a gloomy concrete basement, with no hope of help finding you?
It was a tense conversation, to put it lightly.