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Year of the Bull Chapter 1: Out With the Rat
🕑 Added 2021-07-24 01:01:46 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Wyebird
There were many things that often went through a deity's mind when they waited their turn to go to Earth. Many had affairs that were being managed, vast fortunes that were being watched, and even entire island inhabitants that needed to be taken care of.
But for Alode, the bull god? He had none of that. There were very few things he cared to weigh himself down with, which meant he had no vast sums of...well much of anything down on Earth. It was exactly how he liked to play his vacation. And speaking of...
The seer portal finally distended to reveal the trotting, elegant rat goddess as she finished her time. She had barely stepped away from the glowing ring before Alode rushed towards it swirling surface. Asha had to actually hop out of the way or risk clipping the other god's shoulder. She likely shot a negative comment at him as he disappeared into the portal, but he was already too far gone to have heard it.
The one thing he did have in common with quite a few other deities was that he didn't need much time cultivating his appearance. He knew exactly what he wanted, or more accurately: what he cared to have. Looks weren't terribly important to him, even if he did rely on them for most of his pleasure seeking. He went with a handsome face but a wholly average form, not unlike the multitude of other times he had crossed this way. For what features he didn't care to specify, the seer portal filled in the gaps. As such, his descent to Earth was short lived.
The crack of thunder, blinding flash, and haze of smoke that heralded Alode's arrival to the mortal world was met with no fanfare. It was early in the morning there in South Africa, and all around the bull god were the mountains of the Blouberg range. It was a purposely remote location, as far as possible from any prying eyes. The perfect place to store his few belongings.
Alode took his time in surveying the area, just a few paces from where he landed. Once he was confident in his isolation, he turned to a large boulder set to the face of the nearby rocky wall. It was oval in shape and taller than him. Weighing a few tons, it would have taken a crew of people and some machinery to move it. But then again, why would anyone?
The bull god wrapped his arms around its sides and lifted it away with easy. Like setting a loose panel against the nearby wall, Alode set the massive object down and then peered into the dark crevice that it concealed.
It was a lonely little spot, wholly unremarkable because anyone with a pair of good eyes could see there was nothing inside of this hole that measured barely a meter wide. What anyone wouldn't have known was that its secrets were buried in the loose, sandy floor.
Alode got to work brushing away the twenty centimeters of debris to reveal a steel safe. It was as tall as he was and almost as wide. Much like the boulder, all it took was for the bull god to grasp the massive thing by its sides and heft it out in the open. A quick turn of its dial and its front door popped open.
Within, a treasure trove of gold bricks and a few forged documents greeted him. For his preferred stay, two bricks of gold were usually more than enough to satisfy his yearly needs, depending on how extravagant he liked to live. He wasn't feeling any particular pull for that lifestyle this time around, so he'd just collect his normal amount and be on his way.
Into a cinched burlap sack went his cache before the safe was shut, locked, and placed back in its hole. A quick smooth over of dirt and a replacement of the rock would assure that no mortal would notice that this place looked any different than the surrounding mountains.
With his affairs in tow, the bull god took flight like a rocket aimed North. He cut through the air with ease, borne aloft by a surge of his divine energy. England seemed like a good place to stay this time around, and so it was set in his mind that it would be exactly where he would enjoy his vacation.
Perhaps not nearly so surprising, landlords didn't question their tenants' qualifications or rental history when presented with triple an entire lease's cost up front. Alode barely needed to give a fake name before he was on his way to moving into his new place. He was glad to know that hadn't changed in the past decade. And he still had one gold bar left to liquidate as he saw fit for entertainment.
The first part of entertainment, he decided, would come in the form of his cute roommate.
Every god had their taste, and Alode's was for cute boys that had a feminine flare. It was no problem seeking one out that was in need of splitting the rent of a two-bedroom flat. Even less of a problem to find one that didn't mind the bull god's frequent sexual advances.
It was the second week so far of Alode being in the flat. He had already settled in, though his room was incredibly sparse. He bought a brand-new laptop from a store just down the road and a used car the town over. Now all he needed was a bed to sleep on and he'd be set for the majority of his stay.
Alode was glancing around at the local business pages on a similarly new phone when the front door of the flat popped open. The bull god barely looked up from his task as his roommate came trotting through in an excited manner.
“I'm home!” he sang gracefully, as Alode had come to find he was so apt to do, the ever so giddy and energetic femboy that he was. “I got some cute clothes that I wanna try on for my photo shoot tomorrow, you'll tell me if they look good or not, right?”
Alode's roommate set his shopping bags down near the front door and quickly went about shrugging off his winter jacket and hanging it on the nearby coat rack. Now in a more comfortable sweater and jeans, he picked his haul up and trotted farther into the living room to stand in front of Alode. The bull god looked up and smiled adoringly at the other male.
His name was Oliver, a tiger with a thin body and supple hips that tapered to a round butt that was the result of a strict workout regimen and diet. Every time Alode laid eyes on his roommate he was always enamored with how cute he was. Being able to understand intent with an almost telepathic accuracy was just one of Alode's many godly powers, but using it to his advantage was much more of an art.
“Sure, if I find some time in my busy schedule,” Alode joked. His voice was smooth and somewhat husky, it carried an accent that was much closer to one of French origin than the tiger's high-pitched English. “But to be fair, I like the idea of you being out of clothes much more than you trying them on.”
Oliver giggled and winked. “Play your cards right and you just might get both.” the tiger turned to go to his room and organize his new purchases but was caught by the upper arm before he got too far. He turned to see that Alode was now standing and grinning at him hungrily.
“And how might I go about doing that?” Alode asked.
“Well, you can begin by finding a place to sleep that's not the couch. Also, wouldn't hurt you to do the dishes,” Oliver continued as he looked up into the other's eyes.
Unlike the other deities, Alode didn't have a network of confidants by which to trust his true identity to. As such, no one on Earth knew that he was a god, and a big part of keeping that aspect concealed was implementing a glamour over his eyes so that they looked normal to any mortal that looked at them. Other deities hated this as it took effort and it was hiding a part of them that they often took pride in. Alode didn't much care. It was a small price to pay to walk freely and not be bothered to concoct elaborate schemes or excuses for why his eyes shined like car lights.
“I could always keep sleeping in your room,” Alode offered, his smile turning into a smirk.
Oliver snickered and rolled his eyes. “I can't just have you in my room all the time, I need to have some privacy. Plus, my bed is barely big enough for me, it's absolutely cramped with you in there.”
“Fair enough.” Alode shrugged and let the tiger's arm go but not before allowing a small spark of his divinity to sink into the limb. “Still, nothing's keeping you from doing some modeling out here. What all did you get?”
The bull god made a show of craning his head to peak into the shopping bags. Oliver squealed excitedly and pulled them away. “It's a surprise!” the tiger shouted. “You gotta let me do my catwalk routine. I've been practicing.”
Alode chuckled and set his hands on his hips. “Well, all right then, but hurry up. The suspense is almost too much to handle.” He punctuated his last word with a wink and a mimed kiss.
Oliver bit his bottom lip and scurried off to his room, leaving the bull god in silence once more. Some of the other's words still rang in his mind though, and so he turned to look over at the sink, of which was indeed filled with dirty dishes. It was something to do while he waited.
Common housework chores were something that the bull god didn't really like to do while he was meant to be on vacation, but it wasn't something he could really help, especially when it helped to cement his mortal facade. Besides, it wasn't like it took much effort to do, nor did he have much else to keep him busy.
The bull god had just finished wiping down the last plate and setting it in the drying rack when he heard his roommate's door pop open and his voice venture out.
“You ready?” Oliver asked.
“Yeah, one second,” Alode called back and quickly trotted back to his place on the couch and sat down. The tiger watched him get into position from the crack of his open door and once he was properly in place, he finally exited his room.
Alode kept his gaze forward so that he didn't spoil the surprise for himself, only turning to see his roommate when he finally ventured back into the living room. He was glad that he did.
Oliver now sported a shirt that clung to his chest and hips with sleeves that ended at his shoulders. From there, arm length gloves took over, stopping short of covering half way up each of his fingers. From below, a short skirt hung from his waist just far enough to conceal his pelvis and half his thighs. Where it ended, full length stockings took over to follow all the way down to his feet. Every article of which was a shade of black that matched his stripes, making the orange part of his coat more eccentric.
Alode didn't say anything but the wide-eyed, open-mouthed stare he gave was all that the femboy needed.
“What do you think?” Oliver asked and made a show of trotting a lap around the living room, making sure to sway his hips in a way that made the skirt bounce. When he came back around to be in front of the bull god once more, he did a quick twirl that had the skirt hiking up just far enough to give Alode a peek of what was underneath.
“I think it suits you perfectly,” Alode chuckled and leaned forward in his seat. “And I'm glad to see you took my notes about underwear to heart.”
Oliver giggled at the comment and blood quickly rushed to his cheeks. He didn't quite intend to reveal that part so soon, which meant that the skirt was probably much shorter than he had expected. Whether that was a good or bad thing he wasn't so sure yet.
“Well, you did say how much of an obstacle they were,” the tiger commented as he let his paws hang down by his sides only to take hold of the sides of the article and lifted them up.
Oliver wasn't bashful about showing his roommate something he had already seen plenty of times, let alone the multitude of fans that he had. In the time since Alode had moved in they had already fucked a few times a day, including Alode's very first night there. As it turned out, the bull god was every bit of Oliver's type as he was the other's. Little did he know how much that was by design.
The sight of Oliver's small sheath and balls had the bull god's heart racing. Cute packages like that never failed to elicit his powerful urges, as was evident by the room suddenly being charged with his energy. It was a subtle change in atmosphere, barely enough for the tiger to notice even if he was looking for it. But he certainly felt it.
Oliver let go of one side of his skirt to nibble at the back of his finger as he watched his roommate lean in and brush their face against his groin. Alode took a deep breath of the other's clean, feminine scent before he opened his mouth and pressed his lips against the sheath opening. He pushed down on its sides enough to cause the limp member within to spring out and dip into his mouth. His tongue brushed along its underside and slathered its sensitive surface in saliva.
The femboy's high pitched gasp and moan was music to the bull god's ears. Oliver's paws leaped from their places and grasped hold of Alode's protruding horns. The sensations that encapsulated the small cock had the tiger twisting his hips and fighting between getting closer and pulling away. The feel of the bull god's adventurous organ was almost too much to handle.
Within seconds the tiger's cock was at a full stand and throbbing to the beat of his own racing heart. It measured at maybe ten centimeters long, barely enough to fill his own paw and nowhere near enough to fill Alode's mouth. Just as the bull god liked.
Alode pulled back while drawing a strong vacuum around the cute length. Oliver screamed blissfully and practically vibrated as it popped free of the other's lips. He now used the bull god's horns to steady himself as he felt strangely lightheaded from the brief experience. That was often the case when Alode gave him the briefest amount of oral attention.
“You all right?” The bull god asked while looking up at his roommate's face. Oliver's eyes were half closed and his tongue hung from the front of his mouth as he panted. He gave a slight nod and returned the gaze.
“Sure am,” he half laughed.
“Good,” Alode replied under his breath and reached forward to take a hold of the ebony skirt. He undid it at the front and pulled it off the tiger's hips with ease. Next came the stockings, quickly peeled off to the ankle.
“Why do you always prefer me naked? Can't we keep something on?” Oliver asked as he stepped out of the small pile of clothes that was forming around his feet.
“I like seeing you naked. Artwork is best viewed with nothing in the way,” Alode said back and stood up from the couch. His hands traced up the other's sides, catching the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.
“God, you and your flowery words,” Oliver retorted as he continued to let himself be stripped bare. It only took one fluid motion for his gloves to be drawn off to leave him entirely naked. Once he was, the bull god took a moment to admire the femboy's stunning figure.
Oliver crossed his paws in front of his belly and made a slow turn to show off everything he had. He even slowed down when he was facing away, choosing to bend down slightly and arch his back to show off his round backside.
The bull god was practically salivating by that point. He had to keep himself under control or else he risked his cock literally tearing its way through his jeans. Then he really would have a mess on his hands, in more ways than one. Luckily, he was quick to react before he grew too uncomfortable. He undid his zipper and button and shoved them down, along with his boxers.
His thick sheath was more than three times the size of the tiger's endowment, something that always made the femboy react with excitement. It wasn't exactly uncommon for Oliver to get fucked by huge cocks, given his particular line of work, but nothing could ever match the intensity that Alode could provide. He could of course never quite determine why that was.
“You barely had to do anything and I'm already like this,” Alode commented as he pushed his hips out, showing off the growing length of bovine cock that hung between his legs. It was rapidly swelling, its powerful musk filling the room and intoxicating the tiger's mind right away.
“Oh my, little ol' me did all that?” Oliver said as he turned back around to face the bull god. He reached out with both paws to take a hold of the impressive length. It was hot to the touch and almost fully rock hard. He was about to crane his head down and sink it into his mouth for a quick taste but was stopped when Alode took him by both shoulders.
“I want you. Now,” the bull god demanded.
“How would you-” Oliver began to ask but was suddenly tossed sideways. He landed along the length of the couch on his back with a thud and surprised grunt. Though greatly taken aback by the effortless emotion, he wasn't harmed. In fact, he felt even hotter than before. Being manhandled and used like a toy was one of his greatest turn-ons, one that the bull god was more than happy to indulge in.
Alode followed his roommate down while pulling his shirt over his head and knelt on the cushions at the opposite end. He grasped the tiger's legs and splayed them open as he moved in, his rock-hard cock proudly standing from his pelvis. It was thick and long, almost matching some of the horse's that Oliver had worked with. The thought of being speared on that powerful rod had his own cock throbbing excitedly and his body eagerly wiggling.
The bull god rested his pole against the tiger's, as if to compare their sizes. It was really no competition as to who was larger. Oliver gently grasped the bovine shaft again and gave it a couple more exploratory strokes before Alode suddenly pulled away and angled his tip towards the femboy's tailhole.
Oliver breathed heavily and nibbled at his lip in anticipation. One of his paws fell to his own cock and began to pump it, smearing some of his roommate's saliva that lingered on its surface.
The moment that both of them were waiting for finally came as Alode leaned in and pressed his tip against the tiger's soft, pink hole. No lube needed; the bull god's influence made for an effortless entry as he gradually sank himself within. It was a tight fit as always, one that had Oliver crying out and pumping his meager shaft even harder as pleasure blossomed through his backside.
Alode let out a similar grunt and huff as his roommate's body clung to his throbbing flesh. He bottomed out within seconds, his balls firm to the other's ass. He didn't bother waiting for the tiger to adjust to the large insertion, it was known how well he could handle such a thing.
Alode began pumping his hips slowly at first. The gentle roll of his body against the other's had sensual fingers of electricity stroking up Oliver's core with every push in. The movement drew out more gentle gasps and moans from the femboy, their volume increasing as the bull god picked up the pace.
Deep huffs of pleasure escaped the towering male as he leaned farther over the other's small frame. The two locked gazes briefly as more strength and fervor was poured into the motions. Oliver's eyes fluttered shut as he simply lied back and enjoyed the treatment, giving his lover the cue to go even faster.
Oliver's tight depths firmly gripped to the bull god's cock each time he would draw back. Fresh precum spilled freely into the femboy's confines and gradually coated every surface within. The thrusting motion became effortless the more the tiger became accustomed to the fevered rutting.
Motions were quick to build to an intense level. Alode's hands continued to hold the other's legs far apart as he pumped at an intense pace. The smack of their bodies coming together filled the room along with their conjoined cries of ecstasy. For every high-pitched whimper that Oliver let out, the bull god would reply with a guttural gasp of his own.
The angle that Alode thrust himself had his cock grinding hard against the femboy's prostate. Each motion sent powerful waves through his form that spurred him to stroke his cock even faster. Oliver's own precum was dribbling from his tip to the point that his fingers were soaked in it. A wet smack emanated from the motion every time he would drag his paw form base to tip.
Alode let more of his energy free as time went on and his fevered pounding hit his preferred pace. His hips swung with a blur of motion, the couch thudding noisily and creaking with the added effort.
The tiger could barely keep still. He felt like he was right on the edge of cumming but something prevented him from coming to fully realize his climax. That didn't stop him from stroking himself faster and faster, matching the speed that Alode had built up to.
Deep moans thrummed from the bull god's chest with every exhale he produced. He frequently swung back and forth between gritting his teeth and letting his jaw hang with his tongue lolling free. His throbbing pyre ground against the tiger's sensitive insides with every motion, fixated on pressing into just the right spot that had the femboy really writhing in ecstasy.
Oliver reached behind himself and grasped at the couch arm in an attempt to garner back control of himself. It didn't help much, his body twitched and wiggled in a constant struggle to get more of the bull god's energy, even though he didn't actually know that's what he craved.
The abject euphoria poured from the tiger's body as the long minutes of their fun continued on. Alode drank of these sensations like he would a real beverage, tasting how ready the tiger was to be allowed to orgasm. He was unconsciously begging to be let go.
The bull god couldn't help but grin to himself as he watched the other's expression swing about in a range of emotions. He was crying out at the top of his lungs by this point, his paw working erratically to keep himself pleasured as his ass continued to be fucked mercilessly. No other porn actor that he had worked with could hold a candle to what the bull god was capable of, and Alode made sure that was the truth.
The sparking energy that writhed through Alode's body changed as the intensity hit levels that he relished. His groans turned into almost feral growls as he leaned farther over the other's body. His long, wild thrusts became more controlled, rapid pumps. Oliver could sense the change in his roommate's posture and he prepared himself as best he could while curled in on himself like he was.
Alode's balls clung tight to his body and his moans turned into a sustained roar. He closed his eyes tightly shut and arched his back while tossing his head. He slammed forward one last time and buried everything he had into the tiger's ass. His cock swelled slightly, pushing the already greatly stretched pucker even closer to its limit.
The divinely influenced hold over Oliver's climax fell away, throwing him headlong into an intensely blissful rush. At the same time, the bull god's cock flexed and began pouring his own hot seed into the femboy's insides.
As Alode's dick would throb and gush thick strings, the tiger's own member would spurt wild, messy arcs of jizz. They landed across his lower belly and coated his paw, the volume of which being the only big thing about him. Together, their moans mixed to a peak of noise that surely alerted anyone of their neighbors as to what they were doing, if their lengthy fucking hadn't already.
Every nerve was alight through Oliver's body. Stray twitches caused his limbs to writhe uncontrollably and his moans continued to spill out with as much frequency. Luckily, Alode had a firm hold over his body, keeping his writhing in check as he continued to pump his hips at a greatly reduced pace and strength.
Each motion from the bull god had more cum gushing into the other's body. It was an impressive load, one that even began oozing out from around his cock each time he'd draw back. He only moved enough to make sure that the last few drops of his cum had been properly let out before coming to a full stop.
He rested against his roommate with his cock held firm within their body. Only then did the intense sensations finally begin to ebb and the tiger was able to recover.
“F-fuck...” Oliver stuttered out and released his hold on the couch's arm. His whole body seemed to deflate as he relaxed every muscle and molded to the curve of the cushions.
Alode chuckled and straightened his back, still watching the other's exhausted expression. “Don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing you like this.”
Oliver sighed blissfully and closed his eyes. “You know, if you came to work with me, you'd put a lot of guys out of the industry. You'd probably get paid a lot of money.”
“No doubt,” the bull god agreed. “But for the time being, I think I'll just stick with having fun with you.” He punctuated his last word by leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the tiger's forehead.
“That's a shame, I know a lot of my co-workers that would love to meet you,” Oliver piped up, almost moaning as Alode withdrew himself from the sloppy, cum leaking hole.
“Well, I never said don't introduce me to friends,” the bull god chuckled. “In fact, I'm very interested to know what kind of company you like to keep.”
