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A frown darkened the clean face of Apollo* as he strode purposefully toward the Throne Room. He had serious business to discuss, but the excited snorts coming from the private chambers of the Father of Gods and Men and the ecstatic squeal of a female coming to beat the lyre made his timing look inauspicious. Still, Zeus* was never one for long romantic interludes. Apollo sat down on a marble bench and waited, reviewing the parchments he carried.

He was right. Ten minutes later a disheveled Naiad stumbled giggling from behind a curtain, a large, silly grin on her face and a larger dollop of gooey celestial semen running down her leg. Apollo uhummed, pushed aside the curtain, and walked in.

"Come right in. Been expecting you, my boy," the elder god boomed jovially, still adjusting the sash around his waist. "Now tell me, what are these tidings that are so Goddamned important?"

"All Powerful, I have bad news," the youthful-looking god replied. "I have the latest surveys. We've got a Y2K problem -- the number of our worshippers is down for the 1999th year in a row."

"Quite impossible, Ap. Why the Delphic Oracle* told me just the other day . . . ."

"Blast the Delphic Oracle! I got these numbers from the Redwood Shores Oracle. Those silly priestesses of mine at Delphi have been sniffing gas for so long, it's amazing they have a synapse left among them. According to these projections, by January 1, 2000, we will have no worshipers at all. As it is, the few we have are mostly lunatics, no offense to Selene."

"And what's so bad about with that?" Zeus grinned. "Do you enjoy sitting around hearing petitions from farmers wanting rain, sailors needing wind, and maidens pleading to get laid more often? Bloody nuisances all, I say. And those sacrifices! Ye gads! I don't know how Demeter and some of the others do it; they get away with gifts of oil or grain or wine. Me? I have to put up with slaughtered cows, for Chrissake! Have you seen what they've done to my temple at Corinth? It's a damned abattoir, sinks to high heaven! No worshipers? Good riddance! Personally, I've got better things to do." A divine glance toward a draped-off alcove and a soft feminine titter made Apollo want to roll his eyes, but he forced himself to remain clam.

"Zeus, this is serious. Do you know that more people believe in the divinity of Celeste*, that two-bit reviewer of internet erotica, than believe in you?"

For the first time Zeus began to look concerned. Seeing he was at last making an impression, Apollo pressed his advantage, "Have you ever heard of Woden?"*

"Wooden?" Wouldn't know," Zeus chuckled.

Apollo grimaced at the older god's pathetic attempt at humor. "Case closed," Apollo snapped. "Wodin was the head honcho of the Norse pantheon. Had dozens of gods and goddesses working for him up there. Everybody in Ultima Thule loved him for fighting off the Frost Giants. They even named Wednesday after him -- for all the good it did him. Of course the Northern League never got any world class poets like Homer, Ovid and Virgil to write for them so when their worshipers deserted for other religions, the whole mythology just evaporated - zippo, nada! Same thing could happen to us."

"By Jove, this is serious" the bearded figure exclaimed. "I've always known mortals were Mercurial, but this calls for action. It will be a Herculean task, but we'll Martial our forces ."

"Now you're talking, Great One. You'd better stop fucking around long enough to do something or we'll all be fucking memories," Apollo said, making a note to ask Celeste if he had just used a participle or a gerund.

If any mortals had been looking up at the top of Mt. Olympus the next morning, they would have seen the clouds especially thick and dark. Hermes had scurried all the previous afternoon and night to deliver Zeus's summons that all the gods appear for an emergency meeting of the Council. "Why the hell can't the get e-mail like everybody else!" thought the tired fleet- footed Messenger of the Gods as he straggled back from the Underworld, having narrowly escaped being mauled by Cerberus - going AND coming.

"Please turn down your auras so we can all see better," Zeus requested as he gaveled the meeting to order. He watched as Apollo ran through a particularly effective Power Point presentation of the consultants' report, "Pagan Worship Longitudinal Survey - Diagnosis and Action Plan."

"As I understand it the consultants recommend a combination of a media campaign and grass-roots organizing. You all have the report. "I'd like to open the floor to discussion," the Earth Shaker said

"'Media campaign and grass-roots organizing,' my ass!" Mars shouted angrily. "What we need to do is knock head together. I've been saying for centuries that our great `father figure' is a wimp. Thunderbolt the damned unbelievers back to the stone age!"

"Please excuse my excitable nephew, but violence clearly is not the answer," Poseidon spoke up. "We want people to love and revere us. My elder brother was wise to sign the ATL (Anti-Thunderbolt Launcher) treaty with the other pantheons. On the other hand, I have grave reservations abut the efficacy of the proposed strategy. Having people to go door to door handing out pamphlets as `Jove's Witnesses' is ludicrous."

"I'm afraid I can't see TV and radio spots having much effect, either," Athena added.

"A clothing line called `Zeus suits' is the silliest idea I've ever heard," chirped Persephone.

"But what can we do? If we don't get some new souls soon, my realm will be overgrown with underbrush!" exclaimed Pluto. "Why not one Parisian couple in a thousand who have sex every year on the Champs Elysees knows what they're named for!"

"If everyone is finished whining and beating his breast ... " Every eye turned to the gorgeous Aphrodite and few were the gods or goddesses that didn't gape at the celestial figure whose divine mammaries inspired anything but beating. When she was sure everyone was paying attention, the Goddess of Love stepped forward. "These are the lamest (no offense, Hephaestus, darling) ideas I have heard in a long time. Media blitz,' grass roots campaign?' Give me a break! Stunts like that may get us on the cover of Time and on talk radio for a week, but in two years, we'll be right back where we are now. Worshipers learn to worship from their mothers. What we need is for pagan mothers have to start having more pagan babies."

"But where will these pagan mothers come from, if almost no pagans are left?" asked Athena, as always, trying to be the soul of reason.

"Have you all forgotten? There is one place on Earth where the Olympians are still worshiped -- Paradise Island," Aphrodite replied.

"But the Amazons are all virgin warriors who have nothing to do with men," said Mars proudly.

"So far," Aphrodite replied with a glint in her eye. "Maybe they've just lacked motivation. Look at how hot that Wonder Woman always is. Why, that bitch is so horny she comes like a freight train every time some villain ties her up and diddles her a little. I say, get those Amazons in the mood and they'll be makin' pagans for us out the kazoo!"

Although several of the gods and goddesses took umbrage at the condescending attitude of Aphrodite toward her future worshipers, no one could come up with a better plan. Taking the sense of the meeting, Zeus decided to send Hermes to reason with the Amazons.

"Now these are very prickly females, Herm," Zeus advised later in his chambers. "Those girls have made not submitting to a man a point of honor for over three millennia now. It may not be easy to convince them.

"Don't worry, Zeus, baby. I'll just use the Caduceus on them. When I wave this wand and speak, they'll do anything I say. I'll have them opening their legs faster than you can say Andromedea."

Shortly, the Winged Messenger of the Gods was flitting low over Paradise Island, looking for the Royal Palace. "I'll find Queen Hypolyte and put her under my spell first," he chuckled to himself. "The rest should fall easily enough,"

Suddenly the god felt himself entangled in something and falling to earth. "Gaia, help!" he managed to plead as he fell and was glad that the Earth goddess at least found a soft spongy patch for him to fall on.

"Nice shot," Cybe. No one's better with the bola that you."

"Thanks, Noore. I guess the Queen didn't put me in charge of air defense for nothing. Let's get the intruder tied up and take him to court," replied the other young Amazon.

A short frog march later the Messenger of the Gods was standing ignominiously gagged and bound hand and foot before Queen Hypolyte and her court.

"Who are you and why have you come to Paradise Island? No mortal can find this place and the Immortals know that no male is permitted here."

The helpless god struggled, trying to get them to remove the gag. Even without his Caduceus he hoped to be able to enthrall them.

"Let him speak," ordered the Queen, "But fill his mouth with pebbles first. I have hard that such visitors may seek to entrance us with soft words. If it was not too good for Demosthenes, it's not too good for him," the Queen smirked.

"Qoonn Hypoloto," Hermes began awkwardly. "Tho Fothor of tho Gods Hos sont mo to groot yoo ond to thonk yoo for tho sorvosos thot yo ond yoor moghto ond volyont Omozons hov olwos rondord to both gods ond mon. Yoor fom, yoor cooroj, yoor byooto or known. . . ."

"Hermes, you stinker, I night have known it was you. Knock off the speechmaking and cut to the chase," the Queen replied angrily.

"Voro woll, Mo Qooon. Zoos hos sont mo to osk o fovor of yoo, o fovor thot. . . . ." he swallowed as well as he could given the pebbles in his mouth, chastened by Hypolyte's icy glare. "Tho Fothor of Gods ond Mon noods, oll wo gods nood, mor worshopors. Yoo Omozons or proctocollo tho onlo boloovors wo Olompyons hov loft."

"And whose fault is that?" the Queen shot back. "What do you expect when your Fearless Leader goes around playing shenanigans like changing himself into a bull or a swan or Lord know what just to seduce some airhead maiden. If he had tended to the business of hurling thunderbolts and answering prayers, you guys wouldn't be in this fix."

"Yoor Mojosto os no doobt roght, bot ot's too lot for o longtho doognosos of tho problom. Wo nood mor worshopors soon or wo'll oll jost go `poof.'"

"So you need more worshipers? And just what do you want me and my Amazons to do about it?"

"Wo wont to stort ovor. Wo'll bo good gods, ottontov to tho noods of oor boloovors, strovong to ophold tho hoghost morol ond othocol stondords, bot only wo nood now boloovors. Wo wont yoo ond tho othor Omozons to boor ond roor o now gonoroshoon of pogons!"

"Bite your tongue, bird foot!" the Queen exclaimed, not realizing how difficult Hermes might find the exercise. "An Amazon bear a child? Unthinkable! That would mean to allow a male . . . ." the Queen exclaimed, shocked by the implications of what she had almost said.

"I don't understand. What would it mean?" inquired Drucilla, who had been giving Hermes the eye. Even tied up, he was kind of cute. Nice buns, she thought.

"Woold tho yoong lodo lok mo to domonstrot?" Hermes grinned. Hypolyte slapped him for his impudence.

"Hey, Hypolyte, let him explain," shouted another.

Glaring at the bound god, Hypolyte nodded her ascent.

"Thonk yoo grocooos Qooon. Lodoos, Zoos offors yoo tho opportonoto to bocom mothors, to know tho joy of holdong on onfont, to fool ots tony lops on yoor broost, to gov tho goft of lof otsolf. Bot ovon moro wondorfol os tho woo on whoch yoo woll consoov thos proshos goft," Hermes began.

"Ot os oosy ond vory ploosont. Yoor portnor woll tok yoo to o soclodod spot ond toll yoo how byotofol yoo or. how moch ho lovs yoor bodo. Ho woll koss hos fovorot ports, yoor nock, yoor lops, yoor oos. Os ho tolks ond kossos yoo, ho woll froo yoor boobs from thor holtor ond bogon to fondl thom ontol thoo or hord. O gorontoo yoo'll lok thot. Whon ho bogons kossong ond sockong yoor tottoos, yoo'll fond yoor noppols gottong hord ond yoo'll bo sorro yoo hovon't don thos bofor. Yoo'll bo onjoyong hos mooth on yoor booboos so woll, yoo proboblo won't ovon notos whon ho polls yoor toghts off, bot yoo'll sor notos whon ho slops o coopl of fongors onto yoor droppong possy.

The nervous god could see Hypolyte's anger building, but most of the Amazons were rapt and the younger ones were fidgeting in their seats. "Yoo'll lov whot ho con do down thor, osposholly whon hos thomb fonds yoor clot. Tho plorol of clot,' BTW os clotorodos,' on cos ony of yoo or locko enoogh to hov two," the god added parenthetically, recalling a recent thread in ASSD.

"Oftor ho gots yoo off sovorol toms, frost worth hos fongors ond thon woth hos tong, yoo morlly roost on yoor bock - woll thor or lots of positions, bot moshonoro os bost for bogonnors - ond ollow yoor lovor to foll yoor snotch woth hos prock. Somotoms, ons os onoogh to knock you op, bot yoo'll proboblo wont hom to spond sovorol wooks ropotong tho prososs sovorol toms o doo, jost to bo on tho sof s . . ."

Hermes's speech was interrupted by a slap far harder than Hypolyte's deliver by a large Amazon distinctively clad in red bustier and blue spangled tights. "Lying, foul-mouthed male!" Wonder Woman screamed.

"It's not like that, at all, my sisters. I've been into the World of Men and I've seen how it really is. Your `partner' will likely be drunk, have a three day's growth of beard and a big belly from swilling wine. His idea of foreplay will be to tell you you've got great hooters and make a grab. As you try to fight the slob off, he'll rip your tights. If you're smart you'll knee him in the balls and send him slinking back to his cave. If not, he'll poke you with his prick, thrust it in a couple of times until her comes, and immediately go to sleep."

"Oh, and our `divine messenger' left out a few other things, too. Between the `poke and shoot' and the `little lips suckling at your breast' - yikes- come nine months of weight gain, nausea, waddling like a duck, tit's so big you get back strain, and giving birth itself, which is no picnic."

A commotion ensued in which the younger Amazons, thought they'd like to accept the god's offer, or at least sample the demonstration, but the Queen and the older warriors, led by Wonder Woman prevailed. Consequently it was black and blue divine messenger that arrived back on Mt. Olympus to admit defeat.

"I could have told you it would be hopeless trying to reason with those frigid bitches," Aphrodite smirked. There's only one thing that can make those sorry excuses for females spread those over-muscled legs: lust! Let me care of this."

A few hours later Aphrodite was peering intently at a green monitor. The image was being relayed from Cupid's AAACP (Amorous Air Attack Communications Package) as the little god hovered a safe distance off the coast of Paradise Island. She smiled as the image from the laser-guided cruise arrow grew, showing first the island, then a rocky cleft and finally a spring of water gushing from the hillside, before the screen blanked on impact. "Bull's eye!" Aphrodite exclaimed. "When they start drinking from this spring, the fun will begin."

If Queen Hypolyte thought things would get back to normal after she sent that obscene messenger of the gods packing, she was wrong. She was quite upset at how close the younger Amazons had come to falling for Hermes's pitch. Too much youthful energy, she decided and the ordered monthly combat training sessions increased to three times a week. Of course she did not know about the proximity of a certain spring to the training grounds.

Things went from bad to worse. At first, the drill sergeants merely reporting that every time their backs were turned, their changes had there fingers in their cunts. And back in barracks, no matter how hard they tried, their officers could not prevent the girls going down on each other every night. The Queen ordered even more intense drills and harder work and was pleased she heard several weeks later that the troops were going out on maneuvers every day. Deciding to ride out to see this improvement for herself, she was shocked to find the training grounds empty but the nearly groves filled with rutting females, with each sergeant having at least two recruits between her legs.

"Hephaestus honey, I'm home!" Aphrodite tinkled. She spent a long day answering a last minute prayer of Allison George, whose fianc‚, shocked to learn that his bride-to-be sometimes went to work without panties, seemed to be getting cold feet about the wedding. It had been a total success, but the way she left the happy couple had her horny as hell. The Goddess of Love was looking forward to a nice pounding from her hunky husband. She was so hot, she decided not even to make him shower first. As usual, she found him at the forge.

"What are you working on, Sweetie? she asked slipping her arm around his hard sweaty body. The strong masculine smell made her as wet as he was.

"Hi, Aph," Hephaestus replied, accepting a passionate kiss from his hot-to trot wife. "Big order came in today. Something's going on up at Paradise Island; about time, too. Queen Hypolyte has asked me to ship her 5,000 vibrators with rechargeable batteries ASAP."

"Vibrators?" Aphrodite inquired, beaming.

"Something's got into those frigid bitches up there, or soon will," he said holding up a round thick prototype. "Want to try it?

"I'd rather have the creator than the creation," the goddess cooed, reaching between her husband's legs for the source of his inspiration. Suddenly she stopped. "Honey, could you do me a favor?

"Anything for you babe," he said starting to fondle those classic boobs.

"Fix those vibrators to shut off just before the user comes."

"But that will leave all the Amazons horny as skunks,"

"Just like I am right now. Take me to couch and fuck me, you stud!"

Being from the royal family, Drucilla was not, to her dismay, able to participate in the strange things she had heard of going on among the troops. In fact, she was seldom allowed to leave the extensive palace grounds. One day, however, as she walked far from the palace in the royal pastures, she came upon a very handsome steer. "Pretty cow," she said and began to pat it. The steer responded by starting to nuzzling her boobs. "Naughty cow!" she laughed. "No! Uuh No! Ahh That feels good. Don't pus . . .Ooops!"

Before she knew it, the young Amazon was on her back and the steer was licking her between her legs. "Stop! OUUU! Oh, god! Oh no. I'm getting fucked by a COW! This is so wrong!"

Then, before her eyes and between her spayed legs, Drucilla saw a golden mist envelope the steer and in its place knelt a bearded god of indefinite age. "Perhaps so, my dear, but as the Italians will say, `Quod licit Jovi, non licit bovi,' Zeus pontificated and slid his divinely engorged cock into the helpless girl's waiting pussy.

A few hours later Drucilla was awaking from a nice post-orgasmic nap and found herself looking up into a now-familiar bearded face. "Oh my God!" she sighed. "That was sooo kewl"

"Thank you my dear, but you needn't be so formal. Call me Zeusie."

"Wow, I just feel so full of ."

"'Zeus juice'" the god replied proudly.

"This must be what that funny captive god was talking about a few week ago. Does this mean . I'm ...

"No, no, my dear. That's the reason I was licking you so intently, to be sure you were NOT fertile right now. The last thing we need is more dimi-gods. They tend to set up their own cults, split the worshiper base even more. Some, like the ungrateful son of mine, Hercules, even get their own TV shows, movie contracts, and web pages!"

"So, I don't understand."

"Drucilla, this is not the time for a talk about the aves et apes. Now if you'd like to find another handsome steer next week, why don't you be a good girl and take Queen Hypolyte a nice fresh pitcher of water from the spring where you girls drink during practice."

"Anything for you, Zeusie, baby!" the horny young Amazon squealed and pounced on the bemused god, delaying his departure for Mt. Olympus by another half day. When she awoke the next time she was alone but there was note lying on a folded garment.

Dru, my huggable heifer,

I won't be needing this again; keep it to remember me by until our next tryst. Be sure to wear it when you visit Hypolyte.

Love, Zeus the Bruce

"No! He is sooo sweet!" the happy girl exclaimed, "Just what I wanted," she exclaimed as she held the gift up admiringly. "A Chicago Bulls play jersey." Even as she examined her divine lover's keepsake, her eyes grew large and an idea dawned. "Of course! Anybody should have know Michael Jordan wasn't really mortal!" "OK, Aphrodite. I pulled the old heifer-in-the-pasture routine on her. Amazing, how even afterEuropa, women keep falling for that one! I understandtelling her to take the pitcher of water, but what'swith the play jersey.

"Daddy, don't you remember back in the Trojan War when Hera wanted to distract you so she could help the Trojans. She came on to you that night all tarted up and got your so hot all you could do was fuck her for days?"

"Don't I? While she was fucking my brains out, the Greeks almost lost the war. And it was all because of that damned magic .."

"That's right, Daddy. The play jersey is really my magic girdle that makes the wearer irresistibly attractive."

"So when Drucilla visits Hypolyte ."

"She'll be very persuasive"

"No, Dru, baby. Don't do this to Mommy. Noooo!

"Why not, Mommy?" Dru asked slyly looking up from between the Queen's plump legs "You like it don't you?" she asked resuming her careful eating of the royal snatch.

"Oh, yes, baby, but we shouldn't .Oohhh. I just . just . want"

"Want to come, Mommy?"

"Yessss! Please, baby"

"And you promise to invite Mr. Hermes back?"

"No, Dru. He'll . NO don't just stop like that!"

"When you say he can come, you can"

"No! . Nooooo, . YESSSSSSS!"

For the next few hours Paradise Island was filled with the sounds of a Bacchanalia of lezzie love.

A smiling and unbound Hermes was standing before the assembled Amazons. "Queen Hypolyte, Princesses, Strategeons, Amazon Warriors, Ladies. I am delighted to accept this kind return invitation from you, gracious Queen Hypolyte, to allow me to renew the petition from our Father Zeus. The scarves are a token of our esteem; they are from my own shop" A titter of ohhs and ahhs rippled trough the gathering.

"We are indeed at a turning point in the relations between gods and men. You Amazons are now called upon to step forward, to go into the world of men and willingly to submit, to give your selves. This will not be easy, we know. You will have to leave aside your armor and doll yourselves up like the babymakers you are to become ."

Hermes realized that something was not going right with is speech. The women who had seemed receptive at first had begun to scowl. Nervously he continued. "Only in seeming weakness can you find true strength. Only by lowering yourselves ." The buzz angry whispers and the ominous pounding of the floor with Amazon spears interrupted the god.

"For Crissake shut up, Hermes!" Aphrodite boomed striding onto the dais. "Stupid male!' she grumbled. "It isn't that way at all, girls. Yes, we want you to fuck, fuck like bunny rabbits. We need kids, lots of kids. Pop one out every year if you can. But don't take any of that `submit' crap. You've got the best, the tightest, the hottest pussies of any group of females on the planet. And you can say when, where, how often and by whom they get filled. Males will do anything to dip their wicks in your hot boxes. You can have all the sex you want, from as many men as you want, on your terms! Believe me, ladies, on Olympus, there isn't a thunderbolt hurled, a storm whipped up, or a foolish maiden turned into an oak tree that isn't cleared with ME. Gods think with the same organ men do. Fuck'em good enough and they'll do anything you say."

To cheers and shouts of "Alright!" and "Go get'em" the Amazons rushed to the APCs (Amorous Personnel Craft) Poseidon had standing by to take them to:

Bamini:

"Winter Meeting of the USSA (United States Superhero Association)" proclaimed the banner outside the luxury hotel. Inside a serious gathering was underway to discuss strategies against supervilians, workshops on protecting secret identities, a seminar on cooperation between DC and Marvel superheroes, etc. Serious, yes, but truth be told, at night some of the younger superheroes were out trolling for a little island poon tang.

Suddenly, in the middle of the keynote address, Superboy's paper "Red Kryptonite Mitigation and Recovery Strategies," all Hades broke loose. Scores of sex-crazed Amazons burst in and launched themselves on every poor unsuspecting superhero in sight amid anguished cries!

"Look at that crotch!"

"I'm getting me one of those!"

"Oh my god, it's soooo big!"

"Let go of him you hussy! This one's mine. I saw him first!"

Soon red, blue yellow, and green spandex was flying through the air as the horny women began fighting over the hapless superheroes. "Apollo, we have a problem," the god mused to himself. Trouble was, there were far more Amazons than superheroes. There weren't nearly enough men to go around . Realizing if he didn't act fast, the overheated women would tear the superheroes limb from limb, Apollo signaled to Orpheus to touch his magic lyre. Instantly calm prevailed.

"Ladies, please! I appreciate that you are eager to get started on your, er, task, but there is no need for disorder," Athena injected. "Remember these are superheroes, so they do not suffer the . er, . , hum . limitations that ordinary mortal men do. I think you will find that with a little forbearance, you can work out a cooperative relationship that leaves everyone satisfied."

With some effort, the Goddess of Reason was able to convince the rambunctious Amazons that a group of four or five women could share a superhero. Queen Hypolyte and the more important members of her court chose Superman. Other senior Amazons were assigned old line heroes such as Captain Marvel. A cohort led by Wonder Woman got Batman. The more adventurous Amazons went for Green Lantern, Aquaman and the Hulk. A kinky bunch chose Plasticman. A clutch of horny young Amazons latched onto younger heroes - Drucilla's squadron, for example took home Superboy; others scarfed up Captain Marvel Jr. and Robin.

Needless to say, a gaggle of hot-to-trot Amazons soon reconciled its superhero to giving up his former life, as he discovered his domestic obligations to service his perpetually horny wives left him little energy for crimefighting and was a lot more fun, anyway. Wives? Of course! The confection of Lucinda's and Allison's wedding dresses had to be postponed as seamstresses all over the globe were deluged by orders for wedding gowns cut to 44-28-44 figures and up. Hephaestus was up for nights turning out thousands of wedding bands. The Rev. Sun Young Moon himself couldn't have been prouder than Zeus who presided over the mass ceremony in the packed Great Hall on Olympus. Surrounded by a group of eager brides, each quavering superhero swore an unbreakable oath by the River Stix, "I do, I do, I do, I do, ." before being taken home where a clutch of horny women made sure he did, and did, and did and did."

There was just one problem that not even Athena had considered. After living together for 3000 years all the Amazons' fertility cycles had become synchronized. About two months after the happy Amazons rushed home with their treasures, an epidemic of morning sickness swept over Paradise Island.

Soon every flat Amazon tummy on the island was bulging and bulging. Things only got cranked up a notch when the women discovered that the water spiked by Cupid's arrows had made them not only super horny, but super fertile, as well. Every happy mommy-to-be found she was going to give birth to three, or four, or even five babies. Fortunately, the superheros were Men of the Millennium. Lamaze classes gave way to hectic hours of coaching their wives in simultaneous labor. All to soon the joy of delivering their own babies was over and the costumed super-daddies were running ragged, changing diapers, burping infants, and trying to sing the little brats to sleep, while still having to satisfy the raging sexual appetites of their wives.

But, hey, what are super powers for, anyway, except to be used! Each superhero had to solve this problem in his on way. Superman, super-conscientious of course, rushed around at super speed from sprong to screaming sprong. Spiderman slung the babies on a kind of conveyor belt so he could swing each little bottom into place as soon as it needed freshening. Batman tried to hang his babies from the wall until his wives saw that he was hopeless and brought in Alfred to handle the chores. Aquaman suggested enlisting the help of several faithful octopi (hissuns could breath under water), but his wives were suspicious that he just wanted an excuse to get away with his less demanding mermaid ex-girlfriends. Anyway, they refused to separated from their quints.

With all it's superheroes out of commission, what will the world come to? Will the likes of Lex Luthor, Joker, and Savanna overrun the world? Fortunately, no. Cupid has been at work on the supervilianesses, too, who crashed the Supervillian's Annual Retreat and Workshop, so all the bad boys are also too busy being daddies to cause much trouble.

This is the way the world ends, Not with a bang, but a whimper.

The End

Notes: Apollo: Handsome (think mesuen statue) son of Zeus and Hera, god of the Sun. He drives the chariot of the Sun across the sky each day.

Zeus: Equivalent to the Roman Jupiter. Lots of stories about him chasing and knocking up mortal women. Heracles (Hurcules) is on such demi-god.

Hermes: "Mercury" The messenger of the gods. Flies with winged sandals by Nike, godess of victory (just kidding!). He carries the Caduceus, the serpent- entwined magic wand, symbol of prescription drugs.

Aphrodite: "Venus" Zeus's daughter (in one version). Goddess of Love (not marriage, not children just LOVE.)

Hera: Zeus's jealous wife. She is goddess of marriage and the home and rival of Aphrodite. Bears a grudge, as does Athena, agaist Aprhodite because the Trojan (not the brand of condom) Paris (not the city) chose Aphrodite over her in a celestial beauty contest. Paris's prize was Helen and when he took her home, the Trojan war broke out. Please see my "Iliad" for more details.

Hephaestus: Ahphrodite's husband, equivalent of Vulcan. He is the blacksmith/weapon maker for the gods. He was punished for something by being made lame.

Selene: Goddess of the moon.

"Aves et apes" birds and bees (in Latin)

"Quod licit Jovi, not licit bovi." What is permissible for Jove (Zeus) is not permissible for the cow." (Latin saying.)

Delphic Oracle: The priestess of Apollo's shrine at Delphi went down into a cave (presumably smelling vapors coming up from the Underworld) and prophesied the future.

Hades: God of the Underworld, brother to Zeus. (Also the place) Both good and evil persons went to Hades. Good folks, especially heroes, go the Elysian Fields (Champs Elysees in French)

Cerberus: The three headed dog that guarded the gates of Hades

Demeter: Goddess of grain and harvests, equivalent to Ceres (cereals? Get it?) Her daughter Persephone was abducted by Hades and lives with him as his wife for six months of the year, making Demeter sad and so no crops grow in winter.

Athena: Goddess of reason. Patron of Athens

Poseidon: Another of Zeus's brother, God of the Sea.

Celeste: Goddess and reviewer of ASS/D

Woden: (Oden) Equivalent of Zeus in Norse mythology. Wednesday (Woden's day) is derived from his name

Ovid: Latin poet, retold lots of gods and goddesses stories in Metamorphose

Virgil: Latin Poet, author of Aeneid, a "sequel" to Iliad and Oddessy telling of the flight of Aeneus from Troy and aided by Venus, founding of Rome.

Homer: I wrote Iliad the story of the Trojan war between the Greeks and Illium (= Troy): Paris was a prince of Illium; and the Oddessy, the story of the journey home of Ulysses (Oddesses).


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