In ancient times, in a mythical world where lesbians forged kingdoms through love and conquest by magic, the Blue Priestess holds a banquet in her palace.
Wearing a blue gown, she welcomes her friends. She kisses each of them as she welcomes them to her table.
The priestess drinks wine.
She boasts that the Red Goddess, revered by lesbians as “Protector of the Lesbian Provinces,” plucked her “virginity.”
Word of this boast reaches the Red Goddess by word of an invisible messenger.
The Red Goddess hears of the boast of the Blue Priestess. Her eyes flashes angrily.
“If the other gods hear of this falsehood,” she says, “they will punish the Blue Priestess.” They cannot endure slander against their own.
She walks the halls of her celestial home, high in the clouds. The walls of her home are blank, except for a few walls that record events of her appearances in the lesbian lower world.
The Red Goddess grew somber. To save the Blue Priestess from the wrath of the gods, she will pluck the “virginity” of the Blue Priestess. To save her, the goddess will make true the boast of the priestess.
A thunder resounds through the heavens. She descends to the lower world, garbed in red.
The guards of the palace of the Blue Priestess gape at the goddess. They flee their posts.
The servants run to the Blue Priestess, announcing the arrival of the Red Goddess.
Her guests flee or hide in the rooms of the palace.
The goddess announces to the priestess she’s come to “pluck” her “virginity.”
The priestess resists her. She turns and flees.
Using telekinetic powers, the goddess lifts the priestess and places her on the table. The goddess flicks her finger and the blue gown flies away from the priestess, revealing the woman’s blue bra and loin cloth.
The priestess twirls her legs and turns her body around. She grabs a vial from her bra and hurls it to the ground, creating a blue smoke that she disappears into.
When the smoke clears, the priestess is gone.
The goddess is not deterred. She tracks the priestess into the upper chambers of the palace.
She finds the priestess climbing a ladder to a secret loft in her private chambers.
She uses her telekinetic powers to lift and place the priestess on a large ornate bed.
The Red Goddess flicks her finger, the loin cloth flies off the groin of the Blue Priestess.
The Blue Priestess cries out, “no!”
The Red Goddess says, mockingly, “oh, yes!”
She lifts and twirls the priestess’ body upside down with her powers.
The Red Goddess embraces the priestess’ lower body. She buries her face into the groin of the priestess.
Being touched by divinity causes a stir in the priestess.
The Red Goddess sexually carcasses the groin of the priestess with her lips.
The priestess moans and tries to resists.
The goddess carries the priestess to bed. Her lips work on the groin of the helpless mortal.
Eventually, the priestess eyes glows with a red light. She loses consciousness.
The Red Goddess ascends to her home in the clouds. She murmurs, “The gods shall not trouble the priestess, because she speaks the truth.”
She looks at her walls. “Let these walls record that the Red Goddess did indeed ‘pluck the virginity’ of the Blue Priestess.”
The walls change. They portray a scene where the Red Goddess kisses the groin of the Blue Priestess.
The goddess looks down on the lower earth at the sleeping priestess with a measure of regret.
She later feels relief. The other gods will leave the priestess alone now.
The priestess sleeps for many days.
Little does the priestess know that her goddess did more than sexually act on her.
The goddess bestowed a tiny portion of divinity into the priestess.
When the priestess wakes up, her life will never be the same again.
When night comes, the skin of the priestess softens and glows under the moonlight that shines into her chambers.
The Red Goddess nods and closes the windows of her celestial home, retiring into eternal bliss.
Written by Jennifer Grey, Karen McGill, and Kelsi LeBrock.
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