Melissa and John had to admit, Mark picked a perfect spot for some alone time. They stood on the banks of a wide stream. To one side stood grassy, rolling hills and wide meadows filled with wildflowers. To the other was a forest of birch and maple. No sign of human settlement was anywhere, and the only sign of life were the countless butterflies that flitted among the flowers.
"It's lovely," exclaimed Melissa.
"I'm not surprised," John muttered. "I think he likes you. She. Whatever. And I don't think you'll be unhappy with the body she gave you."
For a second, Melissa had forgotten Mark's promise. She didn't feel different, but a quick glance revealed that her already large chest had grown several cup sizes in what was apparently the Goddess's signature move. She was wearing a simple tunic and tight leather pants, but otherwise she couldn't see much difference.
"I'm still human?"
John pointed to her ears. A quick inspection revealed…
"An elf!" Melissa seemed delighted.
"Told you he liked you. You look like your character Elphoebe."
Melissa realized that her transformation was probably not a accident, and that Rogers had tapped into her memories. But why was she so determined to win her over?
"Do you think she can hear what we're saying here?" she asked John in a low voice.
"I would bet on it. In fact, I'd be surprised if this whole scenario wasn't a setup to get us to speak freely. I don't think there are limits to what she can do. I think it's best just to speak honestly. She has to know we're suspicious of her motives. I don't think we'll get in trouble for expressing that."
Melissa drew a deep breath. "Well, to be honest, I think that Rogers is still very much an adolescent boy. The breasts. The desire to be adored. She clearly is using omnipotence to live out her power fantasies."
"And yet." John gazed intently at Melissa, daring her to say what she was working through.
"She's holding back. She could have already turned the world into her horndog utopia. But she has only changed the four of us. And Hannah and I got more or less what we wanted. And you…I hope you don't mind being a centaur. That was my choice."
John gave a tight smile. "I'm getting used to it. And to be honest, I'm dying to cut loose with a gallop through that meadow."
Melissa seemed pleased. "So only Kevin has suffered completely negative consequences."
"But he was a pretty big asshole to begin with," John quipped.
"I think there's more to it than that," Melissa said pensively. "But my point is, I think Rogers is trying to convince herself that she's not evil. I think she wants us around to keep her grounded."
John nodded. "That…actually makes a lot of sense. But what if we push against her from getting what she really wants? Or if she decides we're no longer useful?"
"Then we're fucked," Melissa shrugged. John thought the way she scrunched her elven features was adorable. "But I think she knows she'd be fucked as well. Imagine getting that much power. Everything that happens in the universe happens because you let it happen. But that also means that you're responsible for everything bad that happens as well. No excuses. It's all on you."
"That could explain their desire to craft a utopia," John said, continuing the thought. "I mean, apart from the adolescent horndog goals, Rogers seems really determined to solve a lot of the world's problems."
"But she's worried about unintended consequences," Molly stated. She was certain she was on to something. "That's why she wants buy-in from us. She wants us to tell her to go ahead."
John stared down at Melissa for a while, her hands on her hips where her equine and human parts met. Even though Melissa was just over six feet tall as an elf, she still had to look up to make eye contact with John.
"Well…?" John asked.
"Well what?"
"Do we give her the go-ahead?"
Melissa thought a long time before answering. "From where I stand, I'd say yes. I love this body. Everything is so much more intense: sight, sound, smell…and touch. And I'm gorgeous!"
"You were always gorgeous."
Melissa blushed. "Aw, that's sweet."
"And you're probably immortal or something pretty close to it."
"So if it was just me, I'd say yes. But…"
"But there's people like me. I didn't ask to be a centaur, or a woman. Don't get me wrong, I kind of like how I am now, but imagine how most people would react if they went through changes like this."
"They'd riot in the streets."
"Global chaos. Which is why Rogers wants to reprogram people's brains, like she did with Kevin and possibly Hannah. And taking away people's free will is evil, right? But she can't move forward without it."
"Do evil to do good. No wonder she doesn't want to make the choice alone." Melissa walked to the edge of the meadow and inhaled deeply. The scent of wildflowers helped her to think. "Maybe this world does need a reset. Just look at the news. People are frightened and angry and miserable. I say she goes for it."
"Maybe we can persuade her to keep the best parts of people. So why not? Let's give the world a fresh start."
Melissa gave a nervous laugh. "Well, that was easy, deciding the fates of seven billion people. And we've only been here less than an hour."
"We have a day. What do you want to do?"
"Well, that meadow looks really inviting, and you haven't really had a chance to go all out in your new body, and…"
"You want me to give you a ride, don't you?"
"Yes, please!"
John swung the elf up. She gracefully stranded the centaur and embraced her from behind.
"Oh, you feel so good back there. I mean really, really good."
Melissa grinned. "I know. You feel perfect between my legs. If you went into a gallop, I think I might cum on the spot."
"Challenge accepted," laughed John, and she took off. Melissa gave a shriek of delight.