Disclaimer: This is a usual flash fiction with little background I tend to write on a short notice. The pun title refers to goddesses of childbirth who also used to dole out some form of justice. One of the goddesses is charged with protecting baby Zeus, whereas the other has been foretold that Zeus will become a horndog and since she punishes unfaithful lovers, you have your conflict. The story begins with the goddesses already having agreed to fight on floating pieces of ground ripped from the earth. Every time one of them fully touches the ground, that ground is dismissed until there's only one and just the winner is spared from falling into oblivion. To keep it short, there's only five platforms, but they all float, Georgie.
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T'was the night Chronos decided to eat his children, therefore Adrasteia was bestowed with protecting the young god. Well over on the other side of the world without knowing the other existing Erzulie Yeux Rouge is being visited by a vision of a powerful, but yet to be known god who will take various forms of animals and other enticing creatures to lure women into his wet dreams. Since she has herself convinced, he will be irredeemably a serial cheater, he needs to be stopped. Ge-Rouge uses her divine powers to transport herself to the foot of Mount Olympus.
The mountain is already shaking with life ending tremors and explosion from the volcanic activity below, fueled by Chronos's rage to find and eat his children. About third of the mountain's height, near a rock formation, the vengeful black goddess spots the blonde goddess hiding under a veil with her protege. She flies onto them, but Adrasteia being on home ground can tap into more power, and repels the attack.
After discussing the grievances that lead to the attack, the goddesses agreed to bring the conflict to fruition someplace else, outside the watchful eyes of the not so teen titans.
Thus, five pieces ripped out of the earth are floating above a perpetual vortex in the ocean, not far away from the monsters who lurk on the side of the flat elliptic disc, with only the Moon looking down on them as she travels in a Moebius strip motion. Erzulie Yeux Rouge made the first move and grabbed onto the luscious waves of Adrasteia's locks, vying for control. The blonde in turn held onto her nubile opponent's tunic, and started to push her down. Both girls are deceptively strong, but in the end, Adrasteia prevails, and the platform crumbles into the vortex.
They fly over to the next one, and Ge-Rouge immediately bombs a double fist into the blonde's belly, which makes her double over. The dark goddess floats just slightly above her adversary to kick her in the back, sending her down with a thud. This makes it one even.
The third platform is where things start to get salacious, with one hand in hair, the enraged goddesses start to pull, twist and yank on the other's tunic in midair, revealing works of art on par with what is much later will be known as Renaissance. Their butts peeking out of the shreds are literal works of marble, created with the same attention to detail as with Aphrodite, their breasts literally formed from very fine sand, molded under high pressure, and life breathed into them. Their belly button's perfection invites the plump drops of sweat but just as effortlessly lets them roll down from their torso. There's just the problem of their nipples. Both goddesses were originally created to help with childbirth, so their areolae is constantly sensitive. This fact doesn't go unnoticed as both start to twist and turn them, prompting cries that rival those of the early stages of labor. Trembling from pain and exertion, both stumble to their knees, and neither gains a better advantage point, ending the battle in a draw.
As the platform crumbles beneath them, both fly out to one of the two remaining ones for safety. They discard the last shreds of clothing and decency, and once the two platforms are close enough, Adrasteia makes the jump toward her foe. Not wishing to waste much time, they both go for the honeypot and tears start to well up in their sockets with lightning speed, followed closely by the howls indicating the pain. They have reached a point where goddesses created for the joy in life, for pleasure, for blind but still vengeful justice cannot hold back on their anger that supersedes their high sensitivity in regions that make them naturally feel like a mortal woman. Their heads rest on the other's shoulder seething, desperately hoping the other cannot take it anymore. All of a sudden, like a shinkansen going into a tunnel, Ge-Rouge managed to find a spot within Adrasteia, and she started to maul it viciously. The pain almost made her faint, but just enough that she could tap on Erzulie's neck that she lost this round.
With that, the dark skinned goddess helped the fair skinned one fly over to the last platform, to the last battle. They both needed time to collect themselves, to mentally place themselves in the position where they place everything on this single shot. After both agreed they can continue, an instinctive surge kicked to keep their adversary away as far as possible so while a choreographed, well organized martial arts did not yet exist, both tried their earnest to keep a distance with punches and kicks. At some point Erzulie had enough of it and swept Adrasteia's legs. Yet, before she could pin her down, the blonde kicked up to her feet, just in time to catch the black goddess's extended arm that aimed to land a barrage of punches on her, twist it, and use the kinetic energy to push her to a kneeling position. Quickly thinking on her feet, she kept the twisted arm in place and decided to sit on the middle of her opponent's back. Though the proud black warrior had enough rage to last for days, her physical prowess could not match it. In a stream of tears she begged for it to end, and Adrasteia complied. Both knew this meant the loser being swallowed whole by the vortex below, but the blonde was frantic she managed to protect her subject, who goes on the become the very horndog Erzulie tried to prevent...
The End
