****** Goddess by R/Dave ******
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Goddess


After centuries of slumber she awoke on a moonless night, gracefully emerging
from her submerged temple as the goddess she was. Effortlessly, she strolled
ashore, her exposed glistening skin aglow in pale perfection and her long white
semi-transparent gown revealing a hint of the shadows and treasures that were
partially hidden beneath. Her tiny sandaled feet kissed the shore in a small
gathering of shrubs near the slumbering fishing village. Now fully awakened by
her instincts, she climbed up a small embankment to the narrow two-lane road on
her quest for fulfillment. Here, she would encounter a whole new world of
technology and wonder still governed by the same fruitless motivations that
have governed man since the beginning of time. The wisdom of immortality came
with a price that she would never be able to pay.

The goddess learned quickly, at first observing her unsuspecting subjects from
afar before changing her appearance and mannerisms to conform to those around
her. The men seemed smaller now, weaker and controlled rather than in control.
They would be easy prey for her in this condition, and she was eager to learn
if their physical assets had diminished with their authority. As she seated
herself at a small roadside food stand, she briefly studied the unassuming
quarry as they walked by in a unique display of cowardly remission. Several
would glance briefly at her unparalleled beauty before returning to their
downcast stares at the pavement. The goddess ordered a small hot beverage from
the small reed she was handed by a young woman whose mouth moved continually as
it noisily maneuvered a small pink object within. Her mind became clouded with
questions concerning the state of her oppressed male subjects and finally
turned to one such individual as he silently read a large reed with small
pictures and strange writing.

"What year is it mortal?" she asked condescendingly.

He ignored her.

"I said, what year is it?" she reasserted, more forcibly this time.

He glanced up and pointed to some small unfamiliar symbols on the newspaper
with his fingers.

"I can't read that," she spat as she crossed her arms under her full breasts.

"2000," he said without looking up.

"Look at me, when you speak," she ordered as she stared at him with a look that
would petrify.

He glanced up over his glasses and reached for his coffee cup, grasping it and
taking a small sip prior to returning his focus to the article he was reading.

Angered beyond words, she rose and pointed two fingers at the paper. A bolt of
brilliant light sizzled through the air and the newspaper burst into flame. "On
your knees," she hissed as she let her hand drop to her side.

"Bite my shorts sister," he spat as he abruptly arose and stomped across the
street.

She was taken aback, and suppressed the urge to blast his atoms into purgatory.
The gum-chewing waitress returned and swore loudly as she scooped up the
remnants his dishes. The man hadn't left any money and the waitress knew she
would have to pay for the melted mess he had abruptly left as well. She stomped
back behind the counter, giving the goddess an icy glare before throwing the
remnants into the trash. Sensing danger, the goddess quickly arose and walked
away, leaving behind the stunned waitress with her mouth open in amazement.
Walking down the two lane pavement, the beautiful visitor soon strolled past
the last structure in the small town with its big windows that displaying
ragged clothing on lifeless figures. This was not the return welcome she had
expected, and was quickly learning the world in which she had now emerged was
not only 200-years older, but many centuries colder than the world she had
left. Only self-esteem and biological urges compelled the goddess to remain
rather than return to the safety of her abandoned domain.

Within a week, the goddess had assumed an identity, procured clothing from
ropes that hung loosely behind the strange homes, and learned to obtain paper
currency by exposing herself to young boys in the neighborhoods she passed.
Dawn, as she now called herself, had attempted to milk their virgin seed on
several occasions, but had always been thwarted by passing strangers or
concerned parents. She had learned that fulfilling her biological needs would
now be a difficult task, as, by some quirk of fate, her deity had been
rescinded. She still had her powers, but they were become weaker as the days
slid into cold and lonely nights. Without the essence of male subjects, she
would surely succumb to the elements soon.

It was Tuesday afternoon, in the alley behind the large department store where
a seemingly unrelated series of events would alter the course of human history.
Dawn had just removed the white blouse and the underlying support harness to
expose her beautiful breasts to two young boys with a fistful of coins when the
officers, on a routine patrol, spotted her exhibition. The female officer
pinned Dawn with her face to the pavement moments before the concerned parents
spotted their two sons in the firm grasp of the police officer. After questions
and words of a warning, the two lads were released to the custody of the their
parents, while the beautiful naked breasted woman without ID was hustled off to
the local precinct for investigation. Dawn remained silent during the
humiliating interview, staring at the floor with her long blond hair falling
around her face. Finally, she was guided towards a small cell, and upon viewing
its dreary confines, Dawn panicked, and unleased a volley of words and an
energy burst that would leave the station darkened for several hours and her
powers completely drained. She would hide in the large garbage receptacle
outside until late in the evening, trembling at the sounds of the searchers as
they scoured the area.

It was after midnight when Officer Pat emerged from the back door of the
precinct; showered and outfitted with a pair of tight jeans and a loose fitting
sweater. She casually walked over to unlock the car door, shivering in the
sudden chill when, from a dark corner, she heard the whimper of the frightened
goddess. Slowly approaching the corner while using the brick wall of the
precinct as a partial shield, Pat quickly assessed the situation and debated
whether to dart back into the office to get some help from some of the on duty
officers therein. Fearing that the suspect may escape, she swept aside her
fears, and resumed her approach. Just as Pat reached a point where the distant
street light vaguely illuminated the shadow of the goddess, she rose and
extended her arm to blast the off duty officer. Nothing happened.

"You're shooting blanks sister," Pat observed with a trembling voice, hopeful
that she her supposition was correct.

The shadow whimpered and sank back down to the cold concrete.

"Want to come out of there with your hands on your head - I'll make sure
nothing happens to you," Pat promised nervously as she resumed her slow
approach.

The sullen figure slowly rose and stepped out into the dim light, with her
hands covering her ears. Pat felt her heart jump but then, after a moment, she
felt sympathetic for the trembling figure that appeared so frail now. Slowly
she extended her hand to the now broken and disoriented goddess who gently
grasped it after a long moment's hesitation. Pat gently pulled her close and
wrapped her arm around the small waist gently, as they slowly returned to the
steps that led to the back door of the precinct. Her ward tensed substantially
as they drew closer and Pat opted not to pressure her captive into submission.
Reaching the steps, she guided her into a sitting position before tentatively
sitting next to her. In the dim light she studied this frail figure with the
unique ability to blow things away without a weapon. She was a study in
contrasts; such delicate beauty with such raw power. Pat was fearful yet
somehow enraptured by this young woman, and her curiosity finally overcame her
stoic professionalism.

"Who are you?" she asked sensitively.

For the first time, Dawn spoke, sensing her safety with this mortal. She
considered the pretty officer a study in extremes also - a female guard was a
position only reserved for the few dark skinned prisoners who proved their
loyalty by having their nether regions sewn closed.

"I am the goddess of fertility," she -- Dawn -- responded.

"Oh come on, who are you really?"

"I really don't know anymore," she said after a long pause. It was admission of
frustration rather than a statement. "I call myself Dawn."

Pat paused for a moment, then slowly grasped her frail hand. "I'm called Pat at
the precinct, but my friends call me Patty."

Dawn managed to smile, as a crystal tear slowly slid down her cheek. "Are you a
warrior?"

"I suppose in a sense I am, but I try to help people without hurting them."

"Warriors always claim that," Dawn replied as her chin slowly rose from its
position on her chest. "Are you intent on world domination?"

"No Dawn, where did you get that idea?" Pat spoke in amazement.

"You have the power, don't you?"

"Not quite," Pat spoke shaking her head; "You're really not from around here,
are you?"

"Another time, and another place, mused the young goddess. I'm only here to
fulfill my destiny."

"And what may that be," queried the now captivated officer.

"To be fertilized by a young virgin and resume my throne over all male
subjects, of course," she quipped, amazed at how little this warrior knew.

"We all want that," remarked Pat as she briefly pondered her future.

"Of course you can't with your nether regions sewn closed," stated Dawn with a
subtle aura of superiority.

"What?"

"Aren't your nether regions stitched closed to prevent a male's fertilization?"


"I hope not; I do plan to have a family someday."

Dawn fell silent in amazement and let her gaze drop back down to study her
toes. This was a strange world now; with men equal and actually submissive to
females, and female warriors with the ability to procreate. It was a world ripe
for its own destruction she thought as she studied the caked dirt that was
irritating her delicate skin between her toes. This would have never happened
before as she was bathed in the finest essence three times a day by her adoring
subjects. She suddenly felt deeply saddened and began to sob, squeezing the
hand of her new found friend tightly as the tears cascaded onto the dirty
blouse she wore.

"Look, I figure we don't need to go back in there," Pat said as she gestured to
the door with her free hand. "Why don't you come back to my place and stay with
me for awhile until we can get a clear picture of everything."

Dawn nodded pensively. "You will be greatly rewarded..." Her promise faded as
she began to sob. Pat eased her to her feet and guided her to the car fearful
that someone inside might hear her and come out to investigate. The ride to the
small apartment was mostly silent, occasionally punctuated by a stifled sob
from the passenger side of the car. Considering the scenario, Pat began to make
some tentative conclusions. This frail beauty beside her in the car was clearly
delusional and may very well be suffering from deep depression also. There was
a distinct possibility that she was the product of a different culture where
the females were dominant. During the brief drive, Pat decided that her young
guest would need to be institutionalized rather than incarcerated, and tried to
think of ways to help Dawn overcome her fears and disclose her true identity.
Walking through the dimly lit courtyard, Dawn kept her eyes on the heels of her
escort, pondering the failure of her attempts to be recognized as the royalty
that was her birthright.

"OK Dawn," she began as they entered the darkened apartment; "There are a few
rules you will adhere to while you share my quarters. First, no loud parties,
music or whatever when I'm sleeping -- this evening shift requires that I get
all the rest I can. You're free to use what I have as long as it is replaced;
no long distance phone calls, no men whatsoever, and my bedroom is off limits
unless you need to take a shower. All your other needs can be met in the small
bathroom over there by the entry. Now before you think about heading out on
your own, remember my fellow officers are... what's wrong?"

Dawn was openly sobbing now and only shook her head at Pat's inquiry. Pat
stepped over to her trembling form, and embraced her lovingly while whispering
calming words. As Dawns trembling subsided, Pat led her into the master bath
and started to pour bath water. She began to remove the soiled clothing,
studying the pristine form for any irregularities that might explain the weapon
she concealed so well. With the last vestiges of clothing removed, a pair of
oversized boxer shorts, Pat stepped back and almost fell against the counter in
awe -- this young woman was flawless. Her skin was like cream, softer than silk
and without blemish. Small pink nipples crowned the most perfectly shaped firm
breasts she had ever seen, and the shape of her torso and legs were to die for.
Her face reflected silent authority with the grace of a deer in a dew covered
meadow at first light. Silky blond hair flowed gracefully down to her
shoulders, accenting the crystal blue pools of her captivating eyes. The high
cheekbones and long neck only enhanced the expressiveness of her face, and the
delicate fingers of her hands reflected a youthful beauty seldom seen. Even her
sexuality evoked awe with just the faintest whisper of her inner labia emerging
from the two silky outer lips that were shrouded covered with just a hint of
peach fuzz pubic hair.

Speechless, Pat gestured for the goddess to enter the soothing water now
covered with a bubbly blanket from the bath beads she had previously added.
Enraptured, Pat began to lather Dawn gently, allowing the warm water to cascade
over her skin, further highlighting the youthful glow of innocence. Dawn
immediately felt transformed back into her regal status, and slid deeper into
the soothing warmth of the bath water, allowing it to ease away the memories
and caked on dirt of the past few days. She began to doze peacefully for the
first time since she emerged from the waters edge, and was soon sound asleep as
her host continued to bathe her gently. The jangling phone shattered the aura
of tranquility, sending Pat scurrying for the phone as Dawn awakened to her new
reality. By the time Pat returned to the steamy bathroom, Dawn had dried
herself and was sitting on the toilet bowl, staring at her feet sadly.

"Come help me make up your bed -- I'm afraid the couch is all I have to offer,
Dawn -- but it is pretty comfortable once you get used to it."

Dawn tried to help but was completely naive on such things and eventually
became flustered with her ineptness. Sensing Dawn's frustration, Pat took
charge and soon had the sheets and blankets neatly arrayed on the pastel
cushions. She produced a faded nighty and offered it to Dawn, who sadly
accepted the tattered attire, recalling the silky gowns she used to wear when
she retired. Dawn was truly grateful to Pat for restoring some of her dignity,
but was still tortured by the memories of her former regal life, and found
herself overwhelmed with sorrow. She began to sob again, and reached out to Pat
who, upon sensing the desperation of this lovely woman, guided her into the
bedroom and under the percale sheets of her own queen bed. They both slept
fitfully until late afternoon when the alarm sounded its irritating and
insensitive greeting.

"Now here is the remote for the TV Dawn, this button turns the power on and off
and this once changes the channels. There's plenty of food in the fridge; just
don't go outside or answer the door or the phone, OK? I should be home at about
one, and maybe I'll pick up Chinese for us on the way home. Now just relax,
OK?"

Pat gave the last instructions with a wave as she disappeared behind the door,
locking it securely before stepping out into the warm afternoon sun. With her
roommate gone, Dawn began to explore everything in the small apartment,
fascinated but what she understood, and terrified of everything else. Wherever
she turned, there were more questions, less answers, and the unmistakable
feeling of alienation. Finally after several hours of exhaustive exploration,
Dawn collapsed on the couch, and tentatively fingered the remote; turning it
off and on several times before she learned how much pressure to apply and
where to point the magical black box. Soon a parade of fantastic images
bombarded her, and her fears were soon transformed into awe.

When Pat arrived home hours later juggling three bags of Cantonese cuisine, she
found Dawn staring at the tube in the same position she had been in when she
started watching it over eight hours earlier. As Pat flipped off the TV and
began to distribute the food, she became aware that something was awfully wrong
with her roommate who continued to sit in silence with her unblinking eyes
staring straight ahead. Gently pushing Dawn to jar her from her stupor, Pat
almost fainted when she toppled off the couch in the same position she had
maintained for so long. It took some time to massage the sensations back into
Dawn's extremities, and it was decided that a two hour limit on the TV would be
appropriate. Dawn loved the food, gorging herself fitfully while watching her
host intensely as she described the day's activities. Finally, Pat fell silent,
and unbuttoned her uniform as she started to clear of the cluttered table.

Dawn rose magnificently, and strolled over to Pat as she threw the dirty plates
into the garbage container under the sink. Her sensuous hands began to caress
Pat's neck and back, slowly removing the dark shirt and unbuttoning the
cumbersome web belt before unfastening her pants and allowing them fall
unabated to the linoleum. She firmly eased Pat around to face her and gently
kissed her lips, brushing her hands lightly over the fatigued skin of her host.
Although the very thought of having another woman touch her in such a sensual
manner was alien to her, she felt strangely becalmed and accepting, allowing
the gentle caresses to flood her consciousness. Soon, Pat heard herself sigh in
arousal, as the gentle yet persistent fingers of the goddess continued to
massage her while removing the last cumbersome threads that bound her well
conditioned body. Wordlessly they moved off into the bedroom and the warmth of
the down comforter.

Dawn disappeared momentarily, only to return from the bathroom with a basin of
warm soapy water and a towel. She began to bathe Pat's naked body sensuously
with the smooth sponge, kissing the drops of soothing water away delicately.
The goddess slowly cleaned every pore of her companion's hearty skin with
sensuous skills that had been hidden in the ages; purposefully elevating her to
a state of orgasmic arousal that was eventually overwhelming. By the time Dawn
uncovered the small throbbing clitoris, Pat had released the last vestiges of
her inhibitions, and slowly arched her back as the orgasmic wave surged from
her pelvis to her extremities exploding in a crescendo of unbridled ecstasy.
Never before had anyone been able to fulfill her desires so completely and she
began to sob from the wonderful euphoria that caressed her as a warm breezes at
a tropical beach during twilight. Pat collapsed into a deep sleep, and Dawn
quietly rose from the bed so as not to disturb her, content that she still
remembered many of the secrets she had learned. She quietly dumped the water in
the tub and returned to the hypnotic effects of the TV.

Dawn awakened to the sound of Pat stirring up some breakfast later that
morning, rubbing her reddened eyes as the pungent odor of bacon filled her
small upturned nose. She rose with a yawn and staggered out into the kitchen to
give Pat a gentle pat of reassurance before disappearing into the bathroom. By
the time breakfast was ready Dawn emerged from the bathroom bathed and
awakened, with the unmistakable aura of feminine innocence. Pat did a double
take, and then just beheld her silently, awed and a little jealous of this lost
soul who had so quickly infiltrated the hidden secrets of her life. They sat
down to eat, and after some preliminary instructions on the correct way to use
silverware, Pat decided it was time to uncover the mysteries that made this
young woman into a goddess.

"So tell me, where are you from, Dawn."

"A land far from here; I know not how to speak of it."

"Ah -- OK. Tell me about this land, and its people."

"You ask for much, I fear," replied Dawn. "In my land of snow covered mountains
and sparkling crystal seas, I lived as a goddess; with many loving and devoted
servants and the finest my world could offer. My home was a marble palace atop
a meadow covered hill where peace and tranquility were the gods to which we
paid homage." We did not fear for our mortality, nor did we become entrapped by
the false securities of material things; but rather, we learned of love, life,
and the inner peace one derives with wisdom and respect."

"OK, so you came from utopia, and are on a mission to save the universe,"
replied Pat sarcastically.

"I know not of that place, utopia, Patty; and I have only come to fulfill my
need to reproduce offspring."

"Well, my dear, you can't get there by exposing yourself to young boys."

"It is written that I can only conceive with a young virgin male."

"Who wrote that!"

"I know not, yet it was someone far wiser than I."

"That may be quite a challenge," mumbled Pat before finishing off her eggs.

"Here perhaps; but in my world, where only the chosen are allowed to guide the
destinies of their subjects, we have no such challenges," Dawn replied as she
savored the bitter sweet taste of cranberry juice for the first time.
"Conception is achieved only by young male virgins on their tenth birthdays.
Once their offspring are conceived, they are gelded and released to fulfill
their fragile self-esteem. The females are also released to fulfill their
nurturance needs often spending their lives in pursuit of beauty's boundaries."


"You mean, after you have sex with a guy on his tenth birthday, if you conceive
his child, you both live without sex for the rest of your life? I don't think
all the beauty in the world could keep me from trying to get laid once in
awhile by some virile stud with his plumbing still intact."

"What is a stud?" Dawn asked.

"That's a well hung and horny good looking guy that finds you attractive."

"What is horny?"

"Oh, never mind."

"I've never had to; being a goddess, it is my subjects that must obey me. When
I spoke of gelding, it is the art of reducing the length of the manhood to
where only the portion that gives the man his pleasure remains attached with
its protective hood." We continue to explore our unique intimate beings with
male counterparts, but unlike your world, we are not obsessed with its rapid
fulfillment, but rather with the intensity and duration of our intimacy." Dawn
returned to the exploration of her scrambled eggs as Pat shifted in her chair,
becoming slightly aroused by the discussion. Pat pushed herself away from the
table and began to scrape the dishes in the garbage for several moments before
she abruptly turned to her roommate."

"What do you need, Dawn?" she asked with a spatula in one hand and a dirty
plate in the other. She found herself intrigued and disbelieving at the same
time.

"A young and virile male virgin," Dawn insisted with the fatigue clearly etched
in her voice.

After another long pause, Pat turned around and stared at her beautiful
roommate intently. "I can't get that for you; but I will try to help. There is
a secondary school just a few blocks from here, and some young boys usually
play outside in the afternoons. If you pick one up, don't even think of
seducing him here. Find a hidden spot and do the deed quickly before you get
caught. And, be sure you don't get followed here either." Pat turned away
rather abruptly, trying to understand what sort of demon had possessed her to
say such things.

"I will take great care," replied Dawn softly.

"What will you do after you conceive, Dawn?"

"I will seek a suitable mother to raise the infant in this world, then return
to my own after the birth."

"I see," replied Pat with a heavy sigh; "This sounds a little too fantastic for
me to believe. One thing I don't understand -- where did you get that lightning
out of the finger trick?"

"It is a gift of the gods along with my immortality."

"OhhhhhKayyyyyy; I guess I should have seen that one coming," replied Pat
sarcastically. "Next time they call, would you let me speak to them?"

"They never call Patty..."

"Never mind -- I know you never do," exclaimed Pat in resignation as she threw
the remaining dishes into the sink and disappeared into her bedroom to prepare
for work. The goddess sat at the table quietly, wondering if she should stay,
then slowly gathered the rest of the clothes that Patty had given her together
and silently disappeared into the midday sun. She found the school about an
hour later along with a small overgrown thicket nearby that would provide
perfect cover for her. She cleared the thick foliage away gingerly, making a
small bed of dried leaves as she mused over the events that had compelled her
to conceive in such an unlikely setting. She could only hope for a successful
first attempt.

Charlie was waiting in the car when Pat arrived with her hair disheveled and
her uniform in disarray.

"Howdy partner; what's with the new look?"

Pat flashed him a icy glance and returned to her struggles as she tried to tuck
in her shirt and brush her hair at the same time. "Sorry Charlie; just got a
late start."

"Aw c'mon Patty, you're always a little late, but your uniform is always in
order - what's going on?"

Pat flushed, knowing that her partner and friend of nearly three years could
read her like a book. "I'm not at liberty to disclose non-essential..."

"Now cut that out, young lady; if you can't trust this old fart, you better
take another run at the academy," Charlie scolded.

"You're right Charlie," she sighed, "But you must swear that you won't breathe
a word..."

"Enough disclaimers Patty, would you just spill it!" he chided as he rounded
the corner and pulled over to the curb so that he could focus his full
attention on her difficult disclosure.

"Remember that young suspect we arrested with the lovely face and an apparent
lack of ID behind the store?"

"I really didn't notice her face, Patty..."

"Charlie... I should tell your wife on you!" she scolded.

"She already knows I'm a pervert so it really wouldn't matter... "

"Charlie - as I was saying; I've had her at my place for the past couple of
days, and she has this fantastic story about being some sort of fertility
goddess who has returned to procreate and..."

"Return to her spaceship parked just outside of town to make half-human,
half..."

"Charlie!"

"OK, ok; I guess the standard warnings about withholding information and
harboring a criminal won't apply here." He paused for a moment before he spoke
again. "I suspect she has disappeared."

"I don't know how I'm so transparent to you partner, but you can imagine my
concerns especially in lieu of the information I gave her about the young
potential mates that frequent the playgrounds of Lincoln High just down the
road from my apartments."

Charley whistled softly. "That's one for the books -- a female predator that
can shoot fireballs from her fingertips."

"She claims to be immortal..."

"That's enough; let's go pick her up and dump her outside of our jurisdiction
somewhere. Agreed?"

"I think I believe her Charlie," Pat confessed quietly.

"I'll respect that, Patty, but I can't condone anyone who victimizes our youth
-- hell, that could be my kid she rapes."

"And you wouldn't want his first sexual experience to be with an immortal
goddess with her beauty?"

Charlie choked on his coffee briefly before he cleared his throat and mumbled
"You may have a point there. Let's go stake out the play field."

Dawn positioned herself next to a large tree with the buttons of her blouse
unbuttoned down to her tummy. It was a matter of moments before two boys
playing one-on-one basketball noticed her, and, after a brief conversation,
wandered over to her. They disappeared into the small thicket just as the squad
car took its position a few feet away. Both Charlie and Pat raised binoculars
to their eyes and began to comb the field and the immediate surroundings,
unaware that their suspect had already captured her quarry.

The boys stared at her two pearly mounds in awe as their trembling hands
explored a woman's breasts for the first time. Their youthful erections were
immediately apparent, and Dawn wasted no time in pulling down their shorts and
exposing their ample assets. Panting in passion, she stroked their throbbing
organs lustfully as her womb began to flow abundantly with her timeless nectar.
It was a powerful aphrodisiac for to the two lads, and they soon had her
glorious sexuality fully exposed to their eager exploration. Holding the
genitals of these eager youth, one in each hand, she could feel their passions
growing rapidly, threatening to release their precious seed outside of her
starving womb.

Without words, she forced one of the boys down to his knees by pulling
forcefully on his gonads. Guiding his engorged member into her tiny womanhood,
she frantically gyrated her hips against his pelvis to facilitate penetration.
Her muscle contractions began to milk him before he could began to move within
the silky confines, squeezing an orgasm from him almost immediately. The
boiling cream exploded deep within her womb, coating the engorged folds with
life giving seed. Not to be denied, Dawn quickly forced him off of her and
grasped the erect manhood of the other lad, pulling him down to his knees and
into her. He moaned in ecstasy and was able to control his release a few
precious moments longer than his now spent companion. The anticipated orgasm
sent another powerful eruption of male seed deep into Dawns throbbing womb,
again bathing the sensitive tissues in salty essence with such force that she
climaxed with his body tightly pinned in her arms. She sobbed in fulfillment
and released her lover, who immediately jumped up and disappeared with his
clothes and his satiated companion. Within a week, both boys would be in a
Urologists office with mysteriously diminishing sex organs.

Pat immediately recognized the fulfilled sob of her former roommate and bolted
from the car before Charlie could react. Thundering into the thicket, she
almost tripped over Dawns naked and satiated body. Reaching over to grasp her
disheveled clothes, Pat gently began to dress the exhausted goddess, pausing to
caress the heaving torso as it continued to spasm in a prolonged orgasmic
release. Finally she opened her eyes to peer into the concerned faces of the
two officers leaning over her. She smiled briefly and reached up to take her
friend's hand.

"Let's get you home, Dawn," said Pat with obvious relief.

"Your men are wonderfully endowed," sighed Dawn as she struggled to get her
bare feet underneath her.

"I keep telling my wife that..." offered Charlie softly.

"Charlie, I swear..." chided Pat, smiling up at him as they helped the
beautiful goddess into the back of the squad car.

They helped her into Pat's bed where she would remain almost exclusively until
her eighth month when they moved her into a small secluded cabin just outside
of town. The love they shared for one another continued to grow with Pat
happily accepting responsibility for the offspring and with Charlie and his
wife Emily accepting the role of Godparents. The baby girl was born on a
moonless night surrounded by Pat, Charlie and Emily who was an LPN at the
nearby hospital. The precious new life was beautiful and flawless, reflecting
the pristine beauty and unrivaled authority of her now dying mother. With the
cycle now complete, the goddess began to deteriorate rapidly, and begged for
her trusted friends to take her back to the ocean's edge.

As Pat and Charlie carried the frail goddess they had grown to love down to the
gentle surf, the tears flowed freely, and the little baby cried for the first
time as she and Emily looked on. As they eased the frail body onto the sand,
dressed in the white flowing gown she had so proudly worn upon her arrival, the
goddess grasped their hands and bowed her head as if in silent prayer of
farewell. Pat sensed the sudden influx of energy flowing through her limbs
first, soon followed by Charlie who could feel the years slowly abandon his
tired limbs. The rush was so intense, they both fell to their knees beside the
exhausted form, who had given the riches of her deity in a final gesture of her
love. They held each other in a long and enduring embrace that spanned the ages
as Dawn drew her final breath. Later that evening, her lifeless body would
float out into the reflection of the full moon in a final farewell.

It would take several years for Pat and Charlie to master the gifts they had
been given that night, but soon they began to influence everyone around them
with their inner peace and beauty. Emily became the child's most revered mortal
as she grew into a mirror image of her mother. She would walk down to the
water's edge every night and stare over the waves, silently mouthing a prayer
in an unknown tongue, until, on the night of her sixteenth birthday, she would
walk down to the water's edge alone to disappear forever. The aura that Pat and
Charlie reflected grew from its humble beginnings at the precinct to spread
across the continent, and eventually the whole world, in a glorious reawakening
of the true virtues of love and beauty. They can still be found today in all
that is good.

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