As Aphrodite flew up into the cold skies over France, her pussy still boiling with untapped desire from her unsatisfying romp with Thor, thousands of miles above the earth her nemesis Ishtar was just reaching the foot of the Mountain of Titans on the plane of infinity. Ishtar's senses were overloaded as they were bombarded by the sights of this place. Looking at the immensity of the dark edifice before her, erupting like a black dagger out of the white monotonous plane it seemed to stretch on to eternity in all directions. Fear gripped her hard and chilled her to the very pit of her soul as she absorbed the visions in front of her.
Thousands of years earlier the Earthbound Gods, led by Zeus, had overthrown the rule of the Titans and it was a very brave (or foolish) God who sought them out now. These were the Ancient Ones, existing since the beginning of time and all extremely powerful and dangerous despite their dethronement. Having been overthrown from their earthly home, most of the Titans moved on to greater horizons, shuffling off the confines of the tiny blue green planet for the infinitely vast, dark and varied universe beyond, but none . Father Chaos and Mother Gaia may rule all of the material universe, but ruling even them was Lord Chronus, the God of time. The Gods may rule the world, but time ruled the Gods.
Standing at the foot of the black mountain, Ishtar's eyes darted back and forth constantly as she tried to make sense of the myriad of visions flashing before her sight. Stretching forever in all directions, the smooth black surface of the mountain was constantly changing as images formed, came into focus and dissipated, twisting and melting in a riot of color and swirling action. To her left, Ishtar could see all of history played out on the surface of the stone. Squinting her eyes, she could see the great flash of the creation followed by the battle of the Gods and Titans in the distance. It was an overwhelming sight at this as well as every other event or action ever performed on earth was displayed. All of the tremendous dramas from the past were playing simultaneously and it made her head spin as she was overwhelmed by the enormity and complexity of the swirling mass of pictures forming, melting and dissipating before her face.
Directly in front of her was the present, also continuously enacted on the hard black granite surface in a dizzying array of complexity. She could see Aphrodite leaving the naked, bound and very hard Thor on the bank of the Seine, and Demetrius leaving Egypt with Apollo and Ares. Seeing the two objects of her vengeance at once caused her to smile as she now knew exactly where they were. Trying to focus however was exceedingly difficult as the images of Aphrodite and Demetrius competed with every other activity on the earth being displayed simultaneously.
Looking to her right, all of the future stretched out forever and these were the most confusing and frightening scenes of all. Seeing the burning of Babylon and the rise and fall of both Greece and Rome made her suddenly quite ill. Looking even farther down the mountain her mind was confused by sights she could not possibly comprehend. Automobiles, airplanes, computers, robots and all of the other amazing technological wonders yet to come intrigued but also filled her with dread as they indicated a future world that no longer needed the divine. Nothing in the future looked familiar and she worried as she did not see herself or any of the other Gods present in this misty hazy destiny. Her head pounding and stomach boiling, Ishtar wretched as her divine body was overwhelmed by these titanic visions. Seeing all of time; past, present and future all at once was too much to take, even for a Goddess, and she was forced to sit down on the cold sands and try to shake her head clear.
After recovering, Ishtar avoided looking at the prophetic images but peered up instead at the summit. There, right at the very peak of the mountain, and enthroned on the faultline of history and the future, sat the God Chronus. His body was huge, dwarfing anything on earth and the sight of him would instill awe and wonder in any creature in his presence. His flesh appearing clear like glass but hard like diamond, a blue light illuminated him from inside and he peacefully sat completely still. All of Babylon could fit in the palm of his hand and Ishtar trembled as she took in the enormity of his presence. Still thousands of miles from his throne, he looked as close to her as her own right hand, and to her relief he appeared to be asleep. In his left hand he held an hour glass, the sands falling relentlessly as the future melted into the present and then oozed into the past. In his right he held an enormous sword with a continent sized blade. This was the sword of infinity and with it Chronus could rip the fabric of space and time and change the future or the past. No God had power over time but he, and as Ishtar saw his weapon her eyes glinted.
Suddenly her ears rang when Chronus awoke.
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"Come daughter, come. Come approach us. We were, are, and will be." Chronus bellowed as he grinned at the quivering form of Ishtar crumpled up on the planes below. "We know why you have come and gone and are pleased you came and left."
Ishtar now shook uncontrollably as his voice boomed through the airless void, his words echoing and reverberating in her ears and seemingly rippling the very fabric of space. Flying towards him it was hard to focus as his size was too much to see all at once. Reaching one hundred miles from his face, Chronus laughed and caused her to stop in mid-flight.
"There there daughter of the Moon, Goddess of the Sun, and great grand-daughter of Chaos, that is close enough. We know why you are here and your destiny has been revealed to us. Now, hold out your hand."
Obeying, Isthar reached out as a sword materialized in her palm. As it formed, Chronus lowered the enormous sword of infinity towards her, touching the very tip to her miniature version of his weapon. Feeling the blade shake in her hand, Ishtar saw sparks flow from his sword to hers as power was absorbed into the cold blade of her steel. Looking up into the expressionless face of Chronus she opened her mouth to speak, still unbelieving that her mission to the Titans was so easy and he had been so helpful. Before she could open her mouth, Chronus smiled and spoke.
"Oh daughter, you do not yet know what part you are to play in the great drama of the future, but this sword is the key to earth's destiny. Your silly childish feud with Aphrodite will have consequences and ramifications you cannot not yet begin to fathom. Take this sword and use it well as with it you will have the power to rip the fabric of time itself."
Closing his eyes as their swords touched, he continued. "From the time Chaos was born, in the boiling stew of fate. Gods have ruled the earth, man torn between love and hate. The tiny mortals who cower, at their feet in greatest fear. It is to them the future, that fate shall treat most dear. The time shall come when man, not Gods shall rule the earth. No sacrifice, no temples, divineless destiny shall they birth. But you my great grand daughter, shall turn the future bright. With this sword of destiny, you inadvertently shall make things right. In the misty fog of fate, the Gods again shall rule the world. And Man shall fight his brother, until Man exists no more!"
Hearing his words Ishtar could not begin to understand what they meant. Wanting to ask a thousand questions she was suddenly stopped when Chronus let loose an enormous laugh as his cavernous mouth yawned open and he lightly blew through his lips. Suddenly gripped by the hurricane tempest erupting from his face, Ishtar was thrown off of the Plane of Eternity, through the gate and back to earth like a meteor. Plummeting to the ground in a fireball, she smiled as she felt the powerful weapon pulse in her hand. Grinning an evil grin, she thought to herself "This is exactly how I will get rid of Aphrodite once and for all!"
In the southern Mediterranean, now free from control of Egypt, Demetrius looked up and saw the shooting star falling to earth in the east and grinned. "Look Apollo, a sign from Zeus himself!"
Looking up into the sky both Apollo and Ares nodded as they watched the fireball rocket towards Babylon. Turning now to Demetrius, Apollo gripped his shoulder and looked him up and down.
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"You are quite right Demetrius, it certainly is a good sign. Now, let's take you and Europa off to Zeus as I am sure he is most anxious to have his bovine lover back in his arms." Hearing this, the still cow formed Europa stomped her hooves in protest. Laughing, Apollo stroked her neck and spoke.
"OK, OK!" he giggled as he held out his hands over Europa and continued "Don't get your big delicious udders in a bind!". Golden sparks now shot out of his fingertips as he passed his hands over her body and they began to swirl around her in a golden glowing cloud. As the sensations of his tickling electrical charge teased her flesh, they caused her to uncontrollably moo and pant as every neuron in her brain fired off in pleasure and pain at once. Watching in growing fascination, Demetrius witnessed the large cow transform back into the lovely and deliciously top heavy naked woman she once was. Still on all fours as she completed her metamorphosis, her enormous breasts swung free underneath her body as she collapsed writhing and sweating onto the deck of the ship. Her ivory smooth skin, perfect ass and delectably curvaceous form excited Demetrius, Apollo and Ares as she moaned and shook on the floor, her large suckable breasts jiggling delightfully. Each watched closely as her moos faded into snores and she drifted off to sleep, exhausted by her rebirth in human form.
Ares now poked Apollo in the ribs and winked. "Don't forget me old boy!"
"Right!" Apollo sharply answered and lifted his hands over him. The same sparks now flew over the mortal body of Ares as he began his transformation. His clothes melting away the God was now changed into an exact duplicate of Demetrius, from the hair on his head to the size and weight of his balls to his perpetual forced nudity. Watching in amazement, Demetrius crooked his head and was confused as he saw Ares turn into an exact twin of himself. Seeing his own doppelgänger now standing in front of him was very unsettling and looking into Apollo's eyes, Demetrius's face betrayed his confusion.
Now complete, Apollo looked at Ares's new disguise and smiled in pride at his excellent work. Being transformed into an exact replica of Demetrius, he too was forced to be naked. Looking down at Ares's new human dick swinging large and free between his legs, Apollo laughed.
"Hey Ares, I think your new body is packing more meat than your old one did! How does it feel to finally have a big schlong to flop around instead of that shrimp dick you normally dangle?" Now squinting as he continued to study his work he continued. "Looking at you now in this new body you are wearing, I understand EXACTLY why Aphrodite prefers Demetrius to you!"
Irritated, Ares snapped back. "Shut the fuck up Apollo!" Looking down at his new flesh and then back at Demetrius, he smiled as the transformation seemed perfect. Even the very picky and observant Aphrodite should be easily fooled by this disguise and his mouth watered at the prospect of once again burying his face between her glorious silky thighs.
"You do good work Apollo, despite being such a giant insufferable asshole!" Ares joked as he continued to feel his new flesh disguise with his hands.
