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Year of the Bull Chapter 6: Change of Pace
🕑 Added 2021-10-04 01:57:21 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Wyebird
To Alode's surprise, Oliver took to the shocking news of his godhood quite well. First there came an entire slew of questions that the bull god answered as best as he could. Such topics as, “What is heaven like?” and “Am I going to hell?” were quite difficult to answer given that he could only answer them upon the tiger's death.
“The afterlife is subjective to the person that passes away. When a soul is judged by a god all of their intentions are laid bare to that god's eyes. What is considered to be 'good' is weighed against what is considered to be 'bad' and if the good outweighs the bad then they are initially rewarded with an equally fair afterlife. If the opposite occurs, they are thrown into hell and become a wayward soul that must purge themselves before they are allowed another chance at judgment by going through mortality again,” Alode explained. The two were sitting out in the living room as they talked.
“So... what religion is correct? How many gods are there?” The tiger asked.
“Twelve gods in total, eleven are always in the afterlife and one is down on Earth. And... I suppose Buddhism would be the closest religion that is correct?” Alode shrugged. “But that doesn't mean that Buddhists are judged the most favorably. It's a very in-depth process to judge a soul.”
“So, does that mean someone's religion doesn't matter at all? What about atheists?” Oliver asked quickly.
“No, religiosity doesn't matter, just what they do and for what reason they do it.”
“All right, what actions might be considered to be the worst? What are considered to be the best?”
The bull god smiled sympathetically. “Again, it all comes down the reason for why someone does an action. When a soul is judged they are read like a book in an instant. They are incapable of lying to a god, every action and the reasons for that action are entirely out in the open. Someone could kill a hundred people but if their intention was malice then they would be judged as such. Similarly, someone could kill a hundred people with empathy or with disdain and regret for the action and might not be judged so harshly for it. The exact same would go for saving a hundred lives.”
“I see,” Oliver mumbled and mulled the answers over.
For almost an entire month thereafter, Oliver frequently asked questions about Alode and his nature. The bull god had to put a hard cap on the number of questions his roommate could ask otherwise it would easily become irritating. Luckily the revelation hadn't dampened their sex life or many other aspects of their relationship as roommates. On the days that Alode wasn't partaking in one of his friends with benefits, the tiger was happy to jump in and provide the fun.
In all, Alode didn't regret coming out to his roommate. In fact, he began to see why the other deities had their own circles of confidants. It was somewhat nice to feel like he wasn't entirely alone on his vacation even though that was how he had conducted himself for the most part of his whole existence.
Maybe getting a permanent residence to actually keep his wealth in one place was going to come next. Would that mean an existence like some of the other gods would be next? Like Ruul or Actone? He hoped not. A solo life had a large number of its own advantages as well.
One of the best so far had been eyeing the bull god for the better part of his morning.
Alode had gotten into a bit of a daily routine. Archie had been the friend that he visited for sex the most besides Oliver, and so Alode would often go down to the same coffee shop with a book in hand and enjoy the leisurely atmosphere as he sipped his beverage, ate a few pastries, and read until the rabbit would get off of work. This reliable cycle had seemed to catch the attention of a particular owl that had done much the same, or maybe he just did the same so that he could enjoy the bull god's unaddressed company.
Something that didn't get beyond Alode's notice was that this stranger, who had much of the aesthetic that the bull god found most attractive, was that he often read the same books. Novels that he would finish would show up in the owl's possession a few days later in a nearly identical order than he would go through. It was an amusing and incredibly flattering thing.
One day while the coffee shop was more sparse than usual, Alode took a seat right next to the owl in one of the big comfortable chairs that dotted the shop's corners. He set his coffee down on the shared table between them, opened his book, and was about to begin reading when he made a show of glancing to the side and noticing what book the owl had on his own lap.
“Oh! Great readers think alike it seems,” Alode laughed.
The owl startled so hard that he almost tossed his book across the table, clearly on edge that the person that he had been stalking for the past few weeks not only just sat next to him but was now starting a conversation with him. He turned in time to see the bull god nodding down to the novel that teetered on his knee.
“Hah, is that so?” the owl replied in a gentle, feminine voice, practically a whisper. He adjusted himself slightly and repositioned his novel while looking down at what his new companion was also reading. He tried to feign surprise at the sight, as if he wasn't purposely reading the book that came right before the one that sat in Alode's lap. “So it would seem.”
“How far have you gotten?” the bull god pressed.
“I, uh...I, uh...” the owl stammered and fluffed up as he desperately searched his mind for something to say.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” Alode apologized quickly. “I shouldn't be so rude. I just get overly excited sometimes when I meet other fans of the series. It doesn't seem like that popular within the fantasy genre.” He then extended his hand to the owl, his smile holding true as he locked eyes with the femme bird. “My name is Alode, by the way.”
“H-hello,” the owl squeaked and then slowly reached out to accept the gesture. “I'm Alode- I mean I'm Alex!” he suddenly shouted his correction and recoiled into his chair. The bull god snickered at the odd and cute reaction.
Now that the two were much closer, the bull god was able to see what the owl was wearing and found it to be as irresistible as the rest of him. While a hooded sweatshirt covered his torso, a pair of shorts adorned his legs and what they didn't cover were a pair of black, wool stockings that went up to the middle of his thighs. It was a set of attired that gave the bull good a good idea of the other's thin and somewhat curvaceous figure.
“Is everything all right, Alex? I really hope I'm not bothering you; I can leave you alone if you want,” Alode offered and closed his book, readying to get up.
“No!” the owl shouted and then froze at the sound of his own outburst. Alode paused with surprise and just stared at the other. “I mean, you're not being a bother at all. I'm sorry, please don't go.”
The bull god smiled affectionately and settled back into his seat. “All right, but you seem nervous. I'd hate to intrude.”
“You're not intruding, I'm just not used to...people coming up and striking conversations with me. Give me a little bit and I'll warm up,” Alex said and made an obviously forced smile.
Alode nodded reassuringly. There was something much more at play here than general nervousness and he was determined to figure out what it was.
In the short silence that followed the owl's explanation, there came a sound to the bull god's divinely sensitive ears that was uniquely distinct from all other noises in the coffee shop. If not for the tip that something was off about his would-be stalker it would have probably gone unnoticed. Upon tuning his senses even further the sound became immediately recognizable as a faint hum and it was coming from within the owl's abdomen.
Alode suppressed a knowing grin and his eyes began to trace the owl's form for signs that confirmed his suspicions and began finding them. The way Alex sat slightly leaned forward with his hands and book settled on his lap were clearly meant to hide his groin. His breathing was heavy, though he was clearly trying to keep it calm, and his eyes were wide with fear.
To anyone else the owl's facade might have been convincing. For the bull god, it was an open invitation to be bold.
Without a word, Alode shifted forward in his seat to lean closer to the owl. Alex stiffened and held his breath as the other came near, just following him with his eyes as the bull god placed his mouth near the other's ear.
“Don't think I haven't noticed you before,” he said, hot breath caressing the sensitive feathers of Alex's cheek, each syllable infused with a bit of divinity meant to melt some of the owl's anxiety. “You're not nearly as slick as you might think, but I wouldn't worry too much about it. You see, I'm easily flattered, and I love attention.”
When Alode leaned back the owl was shaking even if his disposition had relaxed somewhat. He swallowed hard and met the bull god's eyes before speaking. “I-I don't know what to say...”
“Don't say anything. Follow me instead.” The bull god gathered his drink and book before stepping away from the table and chairs. Alex scrambled to collect his own belongings into a small cloth bag before hastily falling in behind the much larger male.
Together they walked out of the coffee shop and down the sidewalk. They had gone down about a block before Alode led his new friend into a somewhat secluded alley, then confronted him.
“So,” he began with a smirk. The owl's shoulders were slightly hunched and he stared at the ground, even when he was addressed. “What about me infatuates you?”
“I-I don't know,” Alex mumbled and held his bag close to his chest as if expecting the bull god to attack him. “I mean...you're very handsome... You seem really confident; I wish I had some of that.”
Alode snickered. “It's all just my looks?”
Alex didn't say anything right away. He continued to shift slightly, shiver, and breath heavy while he searched for the right thing to say. With nothing covering his lap, the bull god was able to see the prominent bulge that tented the front of his shorts. Nothing more really needed to be said, Alode got everything he needed from that short bout of silence.
“Do you have an apartment nearby?” Alode asked, cutting he owl off just as he was about to say something.
“Uh, yeah. Just down that way,” he replied and pointed in the direction they had been going.
“Good, lead the way there then.”
This time Alex did look up to meet the other's gaze, searching how serious he was and found that he hadn't faltered for a reason. Coming to this conclusion, Alex simply nodded and made his way back onto the sidewalk.
Alode followed close behind but far enough away that he was able to continue admiring the owl's figure. He paid special attention to the feathered backside, which he now realized looked a bit peculiar. The reason for which came to him as he recognized a circular indent right between the bird's toned buttcheeks. He had to suppress a laugh but he didn't hide the resulting grin.
Alex could feel his body being stared at and admired like he was a meal to be eaten. Being objectified brought a greater wave a heat to him and his cheeks flushed crimson beneath his brown feathers. He also realized with a slight start that part of his public fun had to have been found out and he reflexively clenched down on the sizable toy inside of him. A reassuring twinge of pleasure traveled up his core which cause his mind to begin racing with thoughts of what was going to happen when they got to his apartment.
It truly wasn't long of a walk. The owl's apartment was a dingy little place that was above a shop. They had to go in through the back and up a flight of iron stairs that creaked with every step the two made.
In truth, Alode didn't care much about how apartments looked, but he knew that it was on Alex's mind. The owl was reluctant to show his residence for fear of judgment, and the bull god frequently grimaced as he looked around the single bedroom flat. It was an expression that was noticed and it made Alex's cheeks deepen even further with added embarrassment.
“And your room?” Alode asked after getting his fill of the conjoined living room and kitchen entrance.
“R-right this way,” Alex squeaked and continued to lead his guest. Before leaving the joined area, he set his bag down near what Alode could only assume was the entrance to the bathroom.
Despite the poor condition of the place, the owl clearly did all he could to make sure it was homely. He hung posters and pictures on his walls, kept his surfaces dusted, and his floors vacuumed. The disheveled quality of the trim, walls, and fixtures were all due to the owner's neglect and not the owl's.
Though the two had been alone for almost the entire time they had been together, once inside Alex's bedroom it was truly solidified. Particularly when the bull god closed the door with a louder than necessary slam, truly driving in how sequestered they were.
A submissive owl like Alex stood no chance against someone the size of Alode. No amount of struggling would deter the bull god from harming him or using his body in any depraved way that he desired. The thought of being held down, abused, and fucked like a good little slut had his mind swimming in thoughts and his head becoming light.
“Take your clothes off,” Alode suddenly demanded after a few moments of silence filled the room. Alex almost hadn't caught the words given how entrenched his thoughts had been in the plethora of fantasies that so often swam through his mind. Almost not knowing where to start first, he began tugging his sweater from over his head, going slow as he couldn't help but tremble.
Alode simply watched with a cold, judgmental stare. The feeling of being a slab of appraised meat never quite left the femboy, even as he let his top fall to the floor and then began removing his bottoms.
Beneath Alex's running shorts were a pair of pink panties. From the top of them poked the owl's cock, hard, throbbing, and begging to be touched. The bull god sniffed dismissively at the sight and crossed his arms over his chest.
The owl swallowed hard and slowly nudged his underwear down his legs until they were also on the floor, leaving him in nothing but his stockings. He bent down to remove them as well, but a quick word from the bull god made him freeze.
“No,” Alode said. Alex released the hem of his left stocking and straightened himself to look at the bull god expectantly, waiting for his next order. Alode didn't say anything right away. Instead, he approached and then began slowly walking around the owl, his gaze tracing every last bit of his body. Alex knew not to try to cover himself, not even as the other male moved around behind to see that not only was there a sizable buttplug stuffed into the femboy's ass, but a pink cord attached to a remote tucked into the back of his stocking that trailed up to the toy.
The source of the buzzing no doubt, Alode thought to himself and grinned. “On your bed. Now,” he ordered. Alex complied without hesitation. He climbed atop his mattress, which was only as big as a twin, and settled on his haunches as he waited for the next command.
Alode didn't say anything else right away, instead he simply went about undoing his own bottoms and shoving them down his legs. He didn't care to fully take off his shirt, instead choosing to unbutton it all the way so that it hung from his shoulders while showing off his powerful chest and ab-rippled stomach.
His own cock hang semi limp between his legs, something far larger than what the owl had, of which caused the femboy's eyes to widen. Normally he'd have been at a full stand by now given the display that Alex had given him and was still providing, but he wanted there to be some build up. He ran one hand down his length and stroked it once from base to tip. Alex watched the motion with a hungry stare and had to refrain himself from just diving forward and stuffing that huge thing into his mouth.
“Look at you,” Alode chastised with a knowing smirk. “Do you always drool so much over dick or is mine special?”
“Y-yours is special...” Alex hooted softly.
“I bet,” the bull god said sarcastically and then climbed up onto the bed and moved to be behind.
Alex followed his lover as best he could before he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and shoved forward. He fell against the metal frame at the foot of his bed and grappled for stability. By the time he had he felt Alode's hands stroking over his hips and backside. He didn't want it to be so obvious that he was watching, so he only allowed himself to stare over his shoulder from the corner of his eye.
The bull god admired his lover's posture and figure all the more from this angle. With the slight dip in his back, Alex's ass was pushed out in a way that was not only offering to get fucked, but begging for it. He was also given an unrestricted view of the large buttplug and the trailing cord that led inside.
Alode gingerly wrapped his fingers around the toy's wide base and began to slowly pull. The owl gave a light moan and whimper as his ring stretched over the thick, bulbous portion before the whole thing popped free. It and Alex's asshole were covered in a thick layer of lube that glistened as the bull god held it up like a trophy. The cord wasn't attached to the plug like he expected though, its prize still lied within.
After setting the plug off to the side, Alode wrapped a finger around the cord and tugged it back with the same level of care as before. Given how loose the hole was it didn't take much to extract the loudly humming pair of vibrating pills that had ventured quite deep into the femboy's ass. They must have been set right against the owl's prostate because Alex squirmed around the most when they were pulled out.
“Naughty boy masturbating in public like this. If you were so eager to get fucked you should have just asked,” Alode murmured and stuffed two fingers into the gaped hole.
Alex moaned pitifully and pushed back to force the digits all the way in. The snake to the last knuckle with hardly any effort which made the bull god grin knowingly. He could probably fit a third finger in, probably even a fourth if he was persistent, but why bother when there was something so much better at hand?
Alode tossed away the still vibrating pills and grasped his dick by the base to smack it roughly against the femboy's backside. His buttcheeks jostled with every tap, giving him a feel of what was to come.
One slight draw back and thrust forward had half of the bull god's cock burying into the other's ass. It felt so much larger than it looked, something that had Alex crying out in abject ecstasy as the divine shaft filled him. He cried out and pushed back like he had with the fingers. The rest of Alode's member buried inside, stopping only when their hips came together.
The bull god sucked in a sharp, pleasured gasp as the femboy's insides constricted around him on reaction. Alode's cock flexed and swelled a bit more to stretch his lover to his limit. The owl could barely control himself; he squirmed all around in eager anticipation before the bull god began moving.
One powerful hand took a hold of Alex's hip to keep him steady as the bull god began rolling his hips. The firm, satisfying smack resounded from every motion. Alex added his high-pitched moans to the growing multitude of sounds, then accompanied by Alode's guttural breaths and the creak of the mattress.
Alex was used to large things being forced inside of him, despite how introverted he came off, getting fucked by horses and others like Alode was something that happened frequently. Even his own sex toys were on the larger side. But the particular way that the bull god charged his hips forward with a fair amount of weight and strength behind each thrust had something new blossoming through the femboy's body.
Electricity tickled Alex's insides and the way the cock ground against his prostate had his mind almost going blank. His eyes rolled up in their sockets and his mouth slackened. He wanted to push back on his lover's cock but he was thoroughly pinned against his bed frame. The best he could really offer was clenching down as the throbbing length would withdraw, milking it expertly.
The pounding steadily grew faster and harder as the minutes ticked by. Alode's grunting became deeper and louder as well. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed as his cock was massaged with every stroke. This cute owl really knew how to work a dick as big as Alode's and that fact made him grin.
“Such a little slut,” the bull god laughed and gave the owl a firm smack on his ass. His feathers muffled the otherwise sharp sensation and sound, but its sentiment was felt all the same.
“I-I'm your slut!” Alex whimpered back.
“Beg for my cum,” Alode continued.
The owl stole a whimpering few seconds to himself being replying. “Please breed me. I-I wanna get...f-fuck...ah I wanna get filled!”
Alex's pleasure tasted delicious to the bull god. He drank it up as it gradually swelled through his body, every impact sending a jolt of intense bliss through the owl's small frame.
From below the owl's small cock bounced around erratically, flinging droplets of precum across his bed sheets. Alex had been so occupied with his ass being used like a fuck toy that he almost forgot about himself. He drifted a hand down to his member and began pumping it as best he could, but it was a challenge. The powerful thrusts made his slippery grip less sure and the whole experience had made himself almost too sensitive.
The owl road on the razor edge of a building climax that didn't seem to want to manifest. As much as his body begged for release it never came, no matter how hard Alode thrust into him. Little did he realize that it was all the bull god's doing, however his frustration wasn't meant to be long lived. That never stopped him from continuing to beg for his lover's cum and to be marked as Alode's territory.
Suddenly the idea of having a harem of dedicated femboys at his side every time he came down to Earth was becoming rather appealing. If revealing his godhood to one went over so well, what could it hurt to do the same for another one? Or two? Or three?
The bull god's hips moved at such an intense pace that they were practically a blur of motion. The crack of their bodies coming together was like an applause in a moderately crowded room. His groans had become as loud as the owl's and just as frequent. Both hands held onto the other's small form as he felt the build of exquisite ecstasy steadily reach an end.
Alode's cock throbbed with anticipation. It had swelled once more to the point that it bulged the femboy's belly with every impact and stretched him almost to a breaking point. The bull god seemed intent on ruining the owl's experience with anyone else that might find their way into his bed.
“A-Alode...please...” Alex whimpered through heavy breaths.” I'm g-gunna cum...”
“Oh really?” Alode chuckled deeply and smacked the owl on his flank again, making him cry out. Perhaps the poor femboy had been teased enough, and he was an exceptionally well rounded femboy that knew how to take a huge cock. Maybe it was time to finally reward him after what had to have been nearly twenty minutes of rough treatment.
With a flicker of thought, the barriers that held the owl back from his climax fell away. The intense, orgasmic waves hit him like an avalanche and he couldn't contain his scream. He threw his head back and pushed away from the bed frame with one hand while the other still tried to work his cock. Cum sprayed from his tip in long strings that fired surprisingly far. Each little burst of jizz had him squeezing down on his bull god's shaft.
In much the same fashion, the pleasure that Alex felt came back to hit Alode with an equal amount of strength. He groaned and rocked his hips even faster as his heavy balls clung tight to his groin. His cock flared and began painting the owl's insides with his thick load. Each thrust that he completed encouraged another substantial spurt to coat every square centimeter of the femboy's bowels. An accompanying roar through grit teeth had Alex's nearby neighbors understanding what was going on in those last moments of passion.
Renewed heat flashed through the owl's belly as he felt like a water balloon with the sheer volume he was being forced to hold. Climactic aftershocks played with the nerves through his core and over his prostate. He'd have kept spewing his own jizz if his little balls could provide anymore. For the time what remained dribbled from his tip and into a small pool that had formed between his thighs.
With a few satisfied grunts, Alode slowed his movements and eventually stopped them all together. He held his cock balls deep within the other's body, letting his insides still gradually milk him as they saw fit. He really was quite the cum hungry slut, it seemed.
“Good boy,” Alode chuckled and stroked both hands up the other's back and shoulders. The owl gave a little shiver and looked back with tired, half lidded eyes.
“Am I your good boy?” Alex asked barely above a whisper.
“We'll see after a couple more test runs. Hope you're not too warn out to go again,” the bull god replied.
“A-again?” Alex squeaked out with a bit of fear.
Instead of elaborating, the bull god suddenly yanked his lover back from the bed frame and effortlessly spun him onto his back. When the owl's world settled down, he was staring up into the larger male's grinning visage.
“That's right. Think you can handle it?” Alode asked, his voice holding a much darker edge now.
“I-I'll do anything that you want,” Alex whispered.
“Good boy,” the bull god complimented. Without even having extracted his still rock-hard cock from the other's ass, he began gradually stroking his hips once more.
The owl could barely believe they were going for another round right away, but what surprised him the most was that he was too eager for it.
