"Come on Matt. Every other member has let me blow them while they drove the van."
"I told you, I almost crashed with the handjob. I feel so tired."
"Matt, just give Astral what Astral wants so she can get back in here."
"Fuck it. It's all your fault then. This is the last time I'm driving overnight while you all just drink and smoke."
"Whatever Matt."
** * **
A dim light appeared to a small jungle clearing. From the light emerges a naked body of a 21-year-old girl who had been a pop idol in her previous life called Astral. Booming voice echoes in her ears.
"You were a selfish and unpure soul in your last life. All you achieved was because of your parent's inheritance. But all of that was in one life so as merciful High Gods we are giving you the last chance before you will be permanently reincarnated as a cockroach with all the failed souls. You have been made into a new goddess in a medieval world but you have to work yourself up or you will die from the lack of magic from your followers."
Astral was in silent shock. In front of her was a statue made of dark stone that was shaped like her exact body including her black shoulder-length hair. It stood in a basic but almost regal standing pose with a grim face.
Looking at herself Astral could see through her own body. The fact she was floating did not help with her increasing confusion. Also, her eyes were pure black but she had no way of seeing it. Otherwise, her body looked like it had before. A shapely B-rate artist that got by more with her looks than with her talents. She was nubile and slender but with meat in all the right places which had attracted many fans in her last life.
The newborn Goddess's mind was filled with the information told to her and some other basic details. More she thinks about them more logical and real they sound.
"I'm a goddess?" Astral mutters. Her transparent hands move through nearby tree branches like nothing. She was on a small jungle clearing but smaller growth was everywhere. Astral could not even begin to guess the names of the foreign-looking plants.
Floating away from her naked statue Astral discovered that she can't leave further than ten meters from the stone construct to any direction. Also, It did not take long for her to notice the statue was solid under touch so she sat on its head trying to think. Everything was too unreal to focus well. That her body felt like it was not there did not help. She could touch herself but there was barely any sensations.
Warm connection with the statue radiated from it into Astral's body. The situation started to slowly feel more real to the new Goddess as she stared into the jungle that surrounded her.
"I don't want to be a cockroach," Astral suddenly yelled. She had no other choice but to accept what was told to her as a fact. No matter how long she had sat there nothing changed.
Astral tried to find followers to feed her with magic as the High Gods had told her but due to the ten-meter search radius she had, she could not find any.
The increasingly desperate Goddess mostly sat on her statue head as time passed but then she heard strange voices coming from the thicket that surrounded the small open field her statue was on. From it came many small green men. They had rugged leather clothes and spears. Astral did not remember these things from any history class she ever had had on the medieval period. They looked wrinkled with pointy ears, their corner teeth were small tusks and they had red eyes.
The green men surrounded the stone statue while making words Astral could not understand. One of them kept pointing up at the statue and approaching it. Astral had to stop it. There was no way she could let these filthy green imps touch the naked statue of her body. She focused as hard as she could to pull back the male and to her surprise, she could throw him several meters in the air.
Other green men dropped to their knees and bowed to the statue. The one who had flown came back and placed a piece of meat to the small stone slab that was in front of the statue. They kept bowing some time and Astral felt a weird tingling sensation. It made her want to stop the ritual at any cost. She lifted the meat from the stone slab and when she was about to throw it away it was absorbed by her statue in a flash of light.
The new Goddess who took the offering was covered in green light and her statue shook. It rose from the ground and beneath it emerged a marble pedestal and in it read, "Astral, Patron of Goblins, Deity of Male Lust."
The changes did not stop there. The statue itself changed. It bent slightly backwards and spread its legs in a provocative manner. Even the hands moved to push the breasts upwards. It froze in its new position. At least the face was still emotionless Astral tough while looking at it with rising horror.
"Praise the jug Goddess, the grower of cocks and thrower of males," the goblins yell while hitting their heads to the ground.
The only thing Astral was glad about was that was not the thing that read on her statue.
** * **
Astral sat on the black-stone altar that had risen in front of the statue. She could not let herself sit on the statue that looked like a complete pervert. Also, she had to keep the goblins that were now building a wall around the clearing from putting strange things on the altar. She kept throwing the goblins that tried to approach one by one. Most of them went back building the wall or the houses next to them. Or that's what they called them. They looked like piles of carbage to Astral and more and more goblins were arriving to build them.
The fledgeling goblin Goddess now understood what the goblins said but she only learned two useful things. This was now sacred adult male goblin zone and that the women and the young lived in the more fortified hill fort nearby that used to be the main village. Everything else Astral heard was more about growing cocks and healing limp members or stuff that made even less sense to her.
It took only a couple of days for this new goblin village to be built. It still did not look like much to Astral as she could even see above the walls while sitting on her altar.
The goblins kept forming lines to the altar and offered different gifts. The agitated Goddess kept throwing them away before they landed on it but then she saw one older looking goblin carrying a book that titled, "The true story of gods." It was in the same type of letters that were used in the statue pedestal. In case this book contained something useful to help Astral she had to have it. Before it hit her altar she picked it up and began reading.
The goblin crowd stared in amazement at the flipping pages as the book floated in their eyes. It was mostly about a champion of some war god who saved the world from some evil god. Nothing that would really interest Astral but she did make some mental notes about what the gods did in it.
When Astral dropped the book it flew straight to the statue and insides it. The goblins saw that the sacrifice was accepted and cheered. The older goblin who had given the book dropped down his leather pants.
