User blog:Gremoria/WWYD Re: Search for monsterization

 A response to User: Gnomehunter's WWYD Scenario:  Search for monsterization

Author's Note: ''I decided to go back to my roots for this one and base this around the mother of one of the first monster girls I had ever roleplayed as, a Satyros. Why? Because no one else was playing them and being big on greek mythology, this one intrigued me the most. Needless to say this was a fun one to write and I hope that you all enjoy it as well.''

It all began when a musical troupe came to town, wanderers who wanted nothing more than to spread joy to others through nothing more than the gift of song. When I finally got a chance to see them after closing shop for the day, I was surprised to find that they were all mamono who worshipped the goddess Bacchus herself, known for her beauty, her songs and most importantly, her wines.

Curious to learn more, I approached their leader, a charming Satyros named Madea, who eagerly spoke to me about Bacchus over a glass of wine. As her troupe played the sweetest of songs, we conversed a bit more, I wasn’t exactly sure if it was the spirits, the music or the stunning woman before me, one thing was certain, I truly enjoyed myself for the first time in many years. The rest of that night was a blur and when I awoke the next morning, I felt a change in me, a desire to live the simple, hedonistic life that Madea seemed to lead.

My own life was banal, I worked the family tavern in a small town on the coast with the same miserable clientele, whom every night babbled on about their miserable lives, work, among other things. Listening to their woes brought my thoughts back to that woman, her long, burgundy colored hair, the sweet scent of grapes, her intoxicating stare. As my eyes scanned the tavern floor, I saw only a fruitless existence. The town had fallen on hard times since the order wandered through here, bringing their ruthless crusade against the monsters, who only wished to bring others pleasure of a transcendent sort.

Weeks passed and my heart continued to ache, burning with a desire for freedom, for life, for absolute bliss. My thoughts returned to that gorgeous woman Madea and what she had told me that night, of Bacchus, of the uninhibited pleasures she could bring to those who truly believed. It couldn’t be true though, such a deity couldn’t possibly exist, could they? One night, after a rather unpleasant incident involving one of our regular customers who decided to get fresh with me, I finally decided enough was enough. Before bed that night, I fell to my knees and began to pray:

“O’ Bacchus, I beg of you, deliver unto the vision of loveliness, so that I may know her and know you. Please, I can bear to lead such banality any longer…”

I wept into the air that night, sleep did not come easily, the pain was too great.

A tenday passed and I began to lose hope and was prepared to resign myself to this miserable existence for the rest of my days. It was then I heard that sweet familiar song of that musical troupe ringing throughout the village and into the family’s tavern that night. There she was, lovely Madea, lighting up the tavern and with her bringing light and merriment to the clientele who seemed to forget their sorrows hearing that tune.

Spirits poured, stories were told, there was dancing, laughing, joy as there never had been. It was the happiest I had seen the townspeople in years. Inhibition was tossed by the wayside, as everyone began to get intimate, no doubt due to the yearning for passions lost, until all that could be heard was that song and sounds of passion echoing into the night sky.

Even I found myself getting involved, my heart raced as Madea approached me, she took me by the hand and with her golden eyes locked upon my own, spoke to me:

“She has heard your prayers…” she began, “…and now She has brought us together again. So please, allow me to know you my darling…”

Madea struck up her band, playing our song and soon we were dancing. As our bodies moved together, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, the woman who had made me drunk with love as I had never felt. As the song reached its peak, I pulled myself closer to her, aching for her touch. Sensing my desire, we slipped away to my bedchambers, I cannot remember much other than the warmth and softness of her lips and that intoxicating scent of wild grapes. Never had I felt such pleasure as I had that night, our bodies laid bare for Her to see, our cries of passion so loud, like prayers to Her.

I awoke the next morning from the intimacy we shared, only to find that she was gone once more. Just as my heart began to ache, I found a letter with the flute that once belonged to her, tied to it was a bow adorned with the wild grapes that were so intoxicating. As I unfolded the note, it read:

“My dearest Iris,

''Let it be known that Bacchus as indeed heard your prayers and brought me to you once again. Alas, there are other lonely souls that cry for freedom just as you before them.''

While I cannot stay with you my darling, know that our song shall always be, so long as you have this flute.

I have shown you the door to Her, follow it, come to know her as you did me and we shall meet again.

Yours,

Madea.”

I nearly wept as I read those words and as before, my heart yearned for her once again. If her words ring true, just as my prayers to Bacchus before, then I knew what I had to do.

Shortly after that night, I worshipped at Bacchus’ temples, studying with great concentration and devoting myself to the fine art of winemaking. I struggled at first to learn Her songs as I was not musically gifted but over time, I felt Her spirit over me, encouraging me to continue. While nowhere as skilled as Madea, I could feel my village once again blossoming with life, the people returned to working the fields, vineyards were constructed, trade began with the neutral and free towns to bring different meats, cheeses and assorted foods never seen before. It was as if we were all reborn under Her watchful eye.

Even with revival of the village I have known my entire life as home, it would not always be happy. After a few years, my parents would pass away, leaving me with the tavern. I, however, was not one to simply lay down and die, She, would never allow it and not long after, I would rebrand the tavern into a bed and breakfast, a place where people could come and indulge in the finest wine and spirits as well as their greatest desires. I could not have imagined how my business would take off. I would hire some others from the village as it was getting too much for me to handle alone.

One night, as I slept, I felt Her presence within my chambers, Bacchus herself had come to me in a dream, praising me for my devotion. As a reward for my service to Her, I was to be made into her image, my body was transformed to have a much more alluring hourglass shape, my legs would become cloven and finally, I was blessed with horns. Thankful to have been blessed with such a transformation, I assured Her that my service to Her would continue.

I awoke the next morning to a new existence, more determined than ever to spread the joy shown to me by Madea.

As the years went on, eventually I found myself a husband who, like me, longed for something greater than we ever could have known. Soon after we were married, we had our first child Isadora, then came a second, Irene, then a third, Io. Like me before them, I would raise them under the teachings of Bacchus and watch as they grew, some even better than me.

I cannot tell you how blessed I’ve been and all because of a chance encounter, alas, my heart still yearned to see Madea once more, it had been years since she had left, but the memories are still there.

Now and again I play our song, in hopes that wherever she is, she can hear it…