You were brought out in chains to the city square, surrounded by a crowd, the people with baited breath watching as you were escorted to the chopping block. The executioner, their face hidden by a black mask, looked down at you, wielding a gigantic axe. You didn't think this was how your life would end, and it wasn't how you wanted your life to end. This wasn't fair! Yes yes old song and dance, but it didn't feel all that trite when it was happening to you! Your reasons for execution were absurd! You hadn't killed anyone! You hadn't committed treason! You weren't some serial rapist. But society needed an escape, a stress valve, and you were going to be it.
You didn't know who was listening, if you sincerely and truly wanted help, any help!
The city square and the crown, the gallows, all faded.
In their place was a posh palace made of gold, giant pillows everywhere and silk drapes hung over everything. And sitting on top of the pile of pillows was a large, obviously male, humanoid skunk. He was not naked only in the sense that he was adorned with a laughable amount of jewels, and was smoking from a pipe and cord.
He spoke in a suave voice, "Before you ask. You're not hallucinating. And you're not dead, yet. I am a deity, if one in dire straights. It seems my followers are all dead. And while this means their suffering is over-" he gestured at a harem that numbered in the millions of skunk women, some young, some old, some dressed elaborately, other naked, some dancing, sleeping, painting, wrestling, some singing, some reading, some cooking, some playing chess. "-that does mean according to the rules, I'll be banned from interacting with your realm... but a sub clause, with you being the last descendant of one of my followers. The same sub clause said I couldn't intervene until you asked for help in a way that could be interpreted as asking for -my- help... Which brings us back to you." He gestured at you.
You look down at yourself, seeing yourself naked, and covered in black and white fur, and a muzzle you finally notice in front of your eyes, and a large fluffy tail growing from your behind. Along with the tiny claws, the pink pads on you hands and digigrated feet. "Why am I a skunk?!"
"Madam, we all have our preferences, and these are mine. I shall give you a choice. You can either become my messenger, restore my word to your fellow creatures... Or you can die free knowing you didn't accept an offer from a strange skunk god you just met."
"That isn't a choice at all!" You stamped your foot... several of the harem skunks giggled at you.
"To live or to die is the ultimate decision mortals make in the face of such extremes."
"First I need to ask, are you just going to save my life just to kill me later?"
"Madam! Oh you'll die eventually, you're mortal, it's a package deal. But I give my divine word I, nor any I command, shall enact or seek out your end. Nor will I ask you perform sacrifices of my follower's lives, or sacrifice the life of sapient creatures. Your task will be simply, restore faith in me to the people and my Word. Or you can just die right now, and join the sisterhood right away. Maybe even give you a heart attack and deny the crowd and your executioner the satisfaction of killing you if you're that dead set on dying, sorry, gallows humor."
"You expect me to build a cult from nothing when I'm about to be publicly executed?"
"Normally I'd prefer people had a little faith in there being something greater than themselves, but very well. I know this goes. As my only cleric, I'll grant you the power to perform miracle in my name. Fill the world with my obedient children. But don't get too greedy too fast, or you'll end up back where you started, and I won't be able to save you so easily next time. But don't drag your feet, or I'll know. I'll remake you in my image, none will recognize you. Don't give me that look. You have no family or friends who haven't already joined my harem in my palace."
"You can do it great-nephew! Go go go!" A skunkette wearing a cheer leader uniform pranced with a pair of pom poms.
"I don't they know what those are."
"Oh, right, sorry my lord!" The skunkette bowed.
"It's fine sweetie. Now, ahem my dear. Do we have a deal? Or should your sister start furbishing your new room into existence right now?"
You sighed. You raise up your arms. "Fine! I'm yours! Command me Master! So what the heck is even your freakin' doctrine that I'm supposed to pass on to the people?"
"Oh trust me, my will shall come to you naturally. Just one important rule, while once they join your cult, they're yours to mold into my ideal shape physically and mentally... Any and all absolutely positively must be willing to join my cult, or at least give no meaningful objects when given the chance. You'll find in the real world where free-will begins and what society has shaped them into is more blurry than you think. And remember, to die is but a chance to be reborn."
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The grave robber gasped at the sight of you. You cough and gasp. You feel yourself... you are the skunk woman you were in your vision... only now there is a completely healed scar around the whole of your neck. You stand up, you unconsciously wipe the dirt off you from the mass grave.
The grave robber screams and stabbed a dagger into you and fell back on his behind. Was this really how it was going to end right when you'd been promised a delay from the reaper? You pull out the dagger... your body heals almost instantly, leaving your fur flawless.
"The Master's harem is always looking for new sisters to welcome into the fold. Allow me to help you join our family?" You say these words as your eye glow, channeling your deity. You reach out a hand.
Unable to find the wits to run, the grave robber reached out a hand that you grasp. Black and white fur cover his entire body, anything he was wearing besides equipment dissolves, his body reshapes into an ideal female. Her eyes become colorful spirals before she blinks a couple of times and kneels.
"I spent my whole life preying on those who couldn't fight back... Please accept me into the sisterhood."
Well, you'd come back from the dead, been stabbed, and created your first converted all in the first minute... maybe forming this sisterhood wouldn't be so hard.