Raft (legend)
The following is a legend. A legend details a series of events we believe have happened or will happen in at least one timeline, perhaps even our own, but does not necessarily reflect true or accurate events. It is presented more as a story than as an encyclopedic entry. This legend in particular was foreseen from a direct observer of You, as most legends are, and so is presented from second-person perspective.
This legend was originally recorded in August 2026, and may not reflect revelations discovered since then.
Note: This is an invitation or introduction, as if the first post in an RP, and thus doesn't reach a true conclusion.
Your eyes groggily open to see the summer sun burning ahead. The familiar sight of the heartgaoing star's face beams down upon You, her rays quite literally sunkissing Your sea-salted body.
It feels pleasant but... all of a sudden You realize... You're floating on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Nothing to see in any direction but endless ocean.
...
The last thing You remember is casually fucknuking the entire city of Atlantis; thousands if not millions of mermaids, sharks, krakens, and more who all shattered their lungs SCREAMing how much we they fucking love You, eyes erupting in heartgaos even as their entire civilization was rapidly swallowed in walls of impregnabliterating spermflame. That entire sea evaporated from the sheer heat, replaced almost instantly with uncountable billions of liters of sacred ambrosia borne of Your Orbliterators. Even now Your Godsperm are swimming through the ruined undersea castles.
Yes... It's coming back now. You were so utterly satisfied and relaxed that You practically fell asleep on the spot. This raft just happened to be whatever debris was lucky enough to catch You.
You let out a sigh from a deep, groggy voice. You aren't worried in the slightest, but anyone in the situation would find it a bit annoying, no?
There's a strong temptation to go back to "bed." Your eyes close as You roll over, face-down into the raft now. This allows the sun to—again rather literally—kiss Your ass. You feel the warm, gentle tickle of her rays like a trillion tiny tongues.
You either didn't care or didn't notice when that phallic behemoth of a pelvic weapon only You could wield effortlessly plunges straight through the raft, slinking into the warm salty waters below.
Not even five full seconds pass before You feel a swarm of soft wet undersea lips smashing smooches into Your flaccid immensity. Frankly it was a wonder the world managed to leave You alone long enough to nap in the first place.
With a bit of a growl You roll back over, effortlessly whipping the Godcock back out of the raft's hole. With it an entire trio of sluts are heaved onto the deck as (literally) fish out of water, their bodies as bodaciously and effortlessly sublime as You've come to suspect. Smoother curves couldn't be built in a lab.
You're utterly unfaze by the titanic eldritch witch guzzling the Godcock down her massive gullet; eyes twisting back as muffled screams of bliss vibrate through Your shaft.
Some mermaid—or squidgirl?—is outright grinding her plush sea-soaked face into Your abs and armpit like it's the last air she'll ever breathe.
But who catches Your eye the most is a smooth-skinned lime-colored zombie who flops right onto the raft next to You. Outright odd that she doesn't appear to be exploding in reverence like almost everyone else does. But a sly smile spreads wide across her adorable features, so close You can feel the surprisingly pleasant tease of her breath. There's something strangely familiar about this one...