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In many fantasy settings it’s a sad truth that the strong prey upon the weak. Tyrants, warlords, bandits and vile creatures and monsters kill innocents to enrich and empower themselves. Our story begins in a place just like that.

A small coastal town is in a desperate position: pirates and slavers ply the waters around them regularly, the trade routes are harried by highwaymen, and a warlord threatens them with extortion. For many it feels like time is running out and the good people of the town will be destroyed by those around them.

The leaders try their best, but they are not strong enough or rich enough to fend off the threats. So, they turn to the gods and pray for help.

First the town made dedications to the King of the Gods, but he was unmoved to aid them it seemed as the raiders burned their fields.

Next they beseeched aid from the God of the Sea. As a seaside town it felt appropriate. Winds blew slavers to the shore who carried off a dozen people.

When bandits moved in the town sought the help of the God of War, but it seemed he favoured those who threatened to slaughter the town until they turned over their meager gold and silver.

The town made offerings and prayed to a few other gods and goddesses, but none seemed keen to answer the prayers of a sad little town seemingly destined for ruin. In fact, many of the townspeople felt the gods had abandoned them entirely.

Many had given up on the offerings. However, one night, under the bright light of a full moon a girl moved through the streets to the altar to make a sacrifice. She drew the symbol of a goddess the town had not yet called upon. She burned an offering of grains and meat, a great sacrifice for her. “Goddess,” she said softly, “Our town needs some help. Evil people will do terrible things to us if we don’t find our strength. Please.” Her tears mingled with the ashes of her sacrifices. “We’ll be ardent followers if you help us. I promise.”

She wiped her cheeks and walked back home before her mother noticed she had disappeared into the night.

As the girl’s footsteps receded a woman appeared at the altar, or what appeared to be a woman. The sacrifice and heartfelt appeal of the dedicant drew her notice. It was also… an unusual request. Prayers to her were not uncommon, but rarely for something like this. She was the Goddess of Fertility and Lust. She often got a request at a wedding, or jokes from adolescent boys and lewd men. More often it was the Goddess of Love who got the attention. She pouted.

Never before had someone appealed to her to offer protection.

She crossed her arms under her full breasts. Why not help these people? Were they so undeserving? As she strolled through the streets she felt the love of couples sleeping in their beds. She felt the fields and orchards struggled to bear fruit. She absorbed the good people longing for security and the ability to do more and live without fear.

The Goddess slipped into the bedroom of the girl, her lush curves swaying under her clothing. She kissed the girl and whispered that she’d do her best.

The Goddess of Fertility and Lust could not use the same tools as her more martial colleagues, but that didn’t mean she was without arrows in her quiver. She found the girl’s sleeping brother. The town needed a hero, a protector. It sorely lacked for warriors. The Goddess didn’t know about war or strategy, but she knew about strength and power and vitality. She pressed her hands to the young man’s body and blessed him.

It would be a start. She kissed his forehead, grinning as his manhood stood at firm attention in his sleep from her presence. With male virility came strength and power… along with other consequences. There would be a price to be paid, but that didn't mean the townspeople wouldn't enjoy it, even if they resisted it at first. Perhaps it would be enough to stem the tide.

In truth, the Goddess hoped for something in return. Deities draw power from supporters, dedicants and offerings. Her believers had dwindled and so had her power, so, perhaps this town could be her salvation as much as she could be theirs.

The Goddess vanished but her work was just beginning.

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Thanks for reading, I had more in my head than I thought at first. Basically the idea is that the Goddess of Fertility and Lust intervenes to protect a town. However, her protection causes the town to change and transform into her image of an ideal society. The Goddess transforms a single youth into a prime bull of a man which makes him an imposing warrior, but also a stud. Gradually her magic influences/infects the town as they come to support her more and it becomes known for its strapping men, its curvaceous women, and booming population. The town becomes a center of a land of milk and honey.

I could see this story being told from the point of view of the two/three characters mentioned above, or perhaps the goddess and her chosen warrior. Or maybe just two regular people who get swept up in how their town changes.

If the RP goes for a long time I could see the town becoming prosperous and even a kingdom as the virtuous cycle between itself and the goddess accelerates.

I think it would be good if there was some discomfort or uncertainty about the changes the goddess brings to the town and to the people she blesses. Do they feel uneasy about the young man growing into a muscled god-like figure? What about his strength coming at the cost of uncontrollable lusts?

I wrote this with a somewhat Mediterranean/Ancient Greece idea in mind, but I am definitely flexible on that.

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