The Child opened her eyes onto the mundane world of her Mother’s Realm. She smiled, for her Summons were prostrate with awe at her very presence, grateful for her Gifts and worshipping her as their god, as they should. She had given them… was that a normal position for these creatures to prostrate themselves in? It looked so much more like they’d fallen over suddenly. Dead.

A bead of sweat ran down her neck. Oh cool, she had a neck! She had sweat! The dead Summons swiftly forgotten at the novelty of having a physical body, she examined her new shell. It was squishy and yet firm. There were those structural ‘bone’ elements where she expected them. Why did she keep thinking of herself as a herself? Hands explored… ah, yes, definitely lacking the outward jutting components of the male species. That was odd, she had definitely directed the modified, modified… modified Ritual to give her a male based form.

Big, strong, muscular, powerful. That would surely command respect. Plus, she never understood Mother’s fascination with generative reproduction. These females suffered so greatly to reproduce and she really just wanted to have fun with that whole ‘sex’ thing without being concerned about long, debilitating, or painful reproductive processes. Plus that whole dependent thing… ugh, pass. Only now she clearly lacked the external equipment. A little more exploooooh! That was fascinatingly sensitive!

Carefully… yes… vaginal opening, anus. Putting a finger in each of them was uncomfortable though, so she stopped the exploration to mostly outside. The one was an interesting place, if it was the anus or the vagina, she wasn’t totally sure. Some consumption of food would likely lead to an eventual answer. Hmmm, if she was female, shouldn’t there be voluiminous and fascinating pillows of fat on her ‘chest’? Yet these were decidedly neither voluminous nor distracting. They held her attention not at all. Would they hold male attention?

It didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to be finding a mate, the lack of suitable bait was of little concern. At least the body was reasonably well muscled. It felt dense. It should be much stronger than a normal corporeal form. Essence allowed one to bend the rules a little after-all. Her skin was a pale color, untouched by the sun. Not much variation from the thin abdomen to the hips. What would the Man call it… boyish figure?

She felt a tiny mote of Essence lingering in the nearby environment and pulled it in. Not enough to do anything significant, but sufficient to clothe this form. The air was cold, it was uncomfortable. Hmmm, matter creation was such a minor usage of Essence, she had plenty left over after creating the outfit, might as well clothe the Summons. The five of them were rapidly returned to a state of dress. There were the two near her, bearing ears of the beast-hybrids. She couldn’t recall what they were called. They had been hunted to extinction sometime in the Realm’s past. Hmmm, how did her Summons, which were Man, come to be beast-hybrids?

She decided to try out one of the corporeal behaviors and scratch her head in confusion, only something soft and flicky was in between her fingers and her head. It was flicking her hand. It tickled. No wait, her fingers tickled it and she could feel it. Beast-hybrid ears. Soft, fuzzy, on the top of her head. The sides of her head bore no ears. Just like the two summons nearby, a female and a male. The modified, modified Ritual had been… modified again? She tasted the Essence carefully and it was oh so very familiar, just like her own except… except not her own…

Mother. Mother had modified her modified-modified-modified Ritual. That the Child even lived was perhaps something to be thankful for. That she now inhabited a female form of unremarkable shape and of a race which had been intentionally hunted to extinction in the past by every race which yet walked in this Realm… Perhaps not so thankful? Maybe the creatures would have completely forgotten about the beast-hybrids and the demands from all of the gods which were worshipped to destroy them all to the last.

Time heals all wounds, or so some of the races said. It had been what, one, two thousand of their circling of the near star? That was no doubt long enough. Yes, she was confident. Besides, she was a god! Godling. Baby god. She was divine, that’s all that really mattered! They would not dare to cross her! She laughed her defiance and victory and found her own shrill tone annoying. Ugh, Mother would have to make her voice sound so irritating. She sounded like a small child even! Her form should have been set to the optimal age of reproductive majority that was standard for the Ritual. Something around sixteen years for Man. Surely a near-adult would not sound so annoyingly high pitched!

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Matters for another time. She lacked any Essence now to form a mirror. Perhaps she would learn to use this lesser, degenerate Mana. Forming a temporary reflective surface should be within the reach of even such a minor energy form.

Speaking of forms though, she decided to inspect the other three Summons. Three? That was odd, there are five Summons? Her scrying had only shown there to be four. Very odd. The other three looked like Man. One female, two male. They had fallen next to some kind of incendiary event which had a smokey and delicious smell, though whatever the source of the deliciousness was, it seemed to have been buried along with the incendiary source when the Ritual blasted all these dark, damp material all over the area. That was strange, no physical displacement of local materials should have occurred. Mother wouldn’t have done that for any reason either, she didn’t think.

Hmm. Reaching out with her Essence sense she saw the magical after-images of a Ritual structure that had been spherically inscribed into the world around where she stood near the two beast-hybrid Summons. That was far more sophisticated magical geometry than supposedly existed in this Realm. It was possible… but making the leap from a two-dimensional spell structure to a true three-dimensional one was a massive step in the development of magical theory that none of the races had made in dozens of millennia. It was considered to be conceptually beyond their capacity amongst the divine.

Oh, she detected Life. Good! The Summons were all alive. All… five of them. That was still very odd. What was it about that Ritual… oh yes! There was a 3D Ritual here! That was considered to be conceptually… she was repeating herself. Ugh, corporeal brains are so strange! Her thoughts were so easily distracted! She was feeling all sorts of sensations and it was so weird. Novel, for sure, but there were little discomforts and pleasures alike and even sensations that lacked a positive or negative element to the feeling. It was just overwhelming! So much more and yet so much less detailed and accurate and useful than directly sensing reality around you.

Part of the experience, she figured. Besides, hadn’t she planned to descend to the Realm in corporeal form to taste the ‘pastries’ and ‘desserts’ created by her Summoned bakers? Of course she had! Taste was one of these incredibly complex and strange senses after all. She had observed a female Man stating before that the baker’s creations in the mundane and Mana-devoid originating world were sufficiently wonderful as to render someone deceased. Or something to that effect. Another had described them as a copulative crescendo. An… what was that word? Organism? No… something like that. She had wanted to be male partially due to the ease of achieving this Origami. No that wasn’t correct either.

No matter. All in good time. Now, she…

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The Child blinked. She blinked! An interesting experience in and of itself. Also the male beast-hybrid blinked. Oh now the female was blinking too. They were regaining consciousness!

[Establishing Inter-Archival Linkage.]

[Link Established.]

[Transferring Linguistic Knowledge Databases…]

Oh. OH.

“OHHHHHHH!” So that. That was an orgasm. Oh! She knew the word now! She knew… so much English! Like, totally all of like, the English!

For a while, or maybe not long at all, the Child couldn’t tell, she writhed along with the two other beast-hybrids in the pit on the floor of the forest. They were as a group trashing and arching their backs and practically shouting out with the intense pleasurable sensation as whatever the strange voice in her mind did, happened. It was good. Oh, she had never known such enjoyment!

In not nearly enough time, for an eternity would not be enough for such ecstasy, it came to a lamentable end. She found her clothing filthy and in disarray. Down in the undergarments she was practically swimming with fluids. A hand went in and located the most lubricious source. That was the vaginal opening, she was sure. The finger inserted mostly comfortably now. Oh yes… oh yes that was…

Oh, the Summons were looking at her oddly.

“What the hell is going on?”