Genesis
#1 of Fuzzy Logic
This is a sort of prolog to the main story (and can be skipped if you want to.)
Genesis
By: Beefy the Bull
In the Beginning... My take on the story of the Minotaur.
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M/M, Bull, Bovine, Minotaur, Human, Tau, Sci-Fi, Space, First time, Virgin, Young, Anal.
After the king's death, Minos and his brothers all claimed their father's throne as their own, so they all sought legitimacy for their claims from the gods, each asking for a sign that he deserved to be king...
And so the gods sent a pure snow-white bull from the heavens as a sign of favor, and the new king had to sacrifice to the magnificent creature, and fed seven virgins every year to satisfy his appetites...
3000 BC, the Mediterranean sea, the coast of Crete.
As the sun began its journey to the sea, Minos and three priests of the gods stood on the sandy beach as the waves washed up again and again. Minos, dressed in his finest robes and regiments, raised his hands high and shouted to the sky and the sea:
"Gods! Your humble servant Minos asks you for a sign of your favor! Bless me, oh gods!" he shouted out over the sea.
He waited, arms still raised, as the sound of waves rushing to and fro were the only sound. Minos was disheartened, but then...
...Then the gods spoke!
Faint at first but becoming louder, a deep reverberating and rumbling roar, like the sound of mountain's fire, like the sound of a crack of thunder that rolled and did not fade, and the gods sent their sign!
And lo! -the god's gift shown with a great red fire as it came down from the sacred heavens, and lighting the darkening sky like a torch in the night. The gift from the heavens grew larger and larger, louder and louder, a massive ball of fire that frightened Minos and his priests. It splashed into the sea with great force, causing large waves and much smoke and steam, and when the waves and smoke cleared there was nothing... it had disappeared into the black depths.
Minos and the priests looked at each other in awe, the gods had sent him a sign! They had chosen him as King!
When nothing happened for some time they prepared to depart, when from the dark and roiling water raised a god! He stepped from the cold waters, a pure snow-white bull-god! A bull standing as a man, who walked towards the men on the beach!
The priests and Minos bowed lowly, kneeling and groveling in the sand in fear and awe of the god, who rose from the waves in his full and glorious nudity.
The god spoke, but Minos could not understand, he turned to his priests, but they too did not understand- he looked at them darkly and they meekly shirked into the wet sand more.
Daring a cautious glance, Minos saw the god to be wet and probably cold if a god could feel such a thing- doubtlessly from his long journey across the heavens! He ripped the robe from his back and offered it cautiously to the god, keeping his face low as to not offend the very tall and muscular deity.
The god accepted, and Minos cautiously rose up and gestured for the god to follow with many placating gestures, and signs of humble fealty, and as he lead the way with many a bow and praise, he decided his priests were useless, and he needed new ones...
- Arands -
Massive systems failure, a worst-case scenario as the scout craft disintegrated on entry in to the atmosphere, falling apart into flaming scrap, leaving only the central life sphere. It was just bad timing- the ship had suffered a strike from a meteorite during vulnerable repairs, and caused total damage to the ship and knocking it out of orbit. But along with the bad timing was good timing, he just happened to be making repairs in the orbit of a planet he was re-charting, and it happened to be a viable life sustaining class-one planet. The Life Sphere plummeted into the sea and quickly started to sink. Ripping off his jump suit as to better swim ashore, Arands-Ghiashinne-Masked-Eyes blew the escape hatch and waited for the torrent of cold water to fill the pod. He swam to the surface and then headed to the closest coast, a large island that he had hoped would offer him sustenance and shelter until he could be rescued. He hadn't expected there to be living a primitive tribe of humans, creatures only referred to in ancient catalogs and texts. He didn't know anything about them, but they seemed to revere him, presumably because he was stronger, but hard to say.
After the massive wave of awe, fear, and shock wore off in the people of the settlement, Minos announced that the god wanted him to be king, and for a palace and temple to be built for the god.
Now king Minos, he offered the Arands the king's abode, a fine stone and wood hall with the greatest fire pit and stoutest roof and finest furs and cloths, while the finest craftsmen and materials were summoned and a temple to the living god was built on the mountain. Once it was completed, painted, outfitted by the finest artists, stocked by the best cooks, and staffed with the most handsome boys and beautiful women, the 'god' was taken to the palace of Knossos to live. During his time in the king's home the god proved to have an immense appetite for the pleasures of men (and women), so great was it, that it was decided by the priests that he needed seven virgin boys to satisfy him...
- Arands-
They lavished him with gifts and services, they offered up young females and men, wines, cloths, and oils, he found it all primitive and simple, but the simplicity was actually a nice break from the grinding of modern technologies. It wasn't too long before he got a grasp of the language and got comfortable being served day and night by the people. He could learn to like this...
However, the loneliness he felt being separated from his people made him drink to excess quite often, and the wines only served to make him horny as hell...
-Ketidae-
The great vaulted roof of the room was held up by tall pillars painted extravagantly with bright reds and yellow trims. Three walls were open other than the columns, giving a panoramic vista of the coast that only a mountain top palace could offer. The Mediterranean sunset was breathtaking as the sun found its way halfway in to the sea. The dim flickering light of the candles started to take prominence as the pink and orange sky darkened. The god reclined on a mat of pillows, skins and expensive cloths, sipping wine from finely crafted bronze cups. Barefoot, I softly entered the cooling marble-floored room and stopped in awe of the god.
Without looking the god spoke to me in the deepest voice I had ever heard, with a mysterious accent:
"Don't worry boy- when I am done with you, you will be a man..."
I wasn't sure if the god meant that as in a rite of passage, or that it would be many years until the god was done with me...
"Yes master." I said.
"What is your name boy?" he said as he watched the sun disappearing.
"Ketidae, master." I replied shyly.
"Come closer Ketidae, that is a beautiful name for a handsome boy." he said as I approached cautiously.
Once I was close enough the reclining bull-god stroked my face with his large soft white hand, then it slid down my side and drew me very close.
"First I will teach you about love-making." he said with the deep and mysterious accent that rolled and pulled at the words making them sound so beautiful.
His hand slid behind my head and pulled me into a kiss, and his other hand pulled off my cloth then pulled on the back of my knees bringing me down to the ground. God was strong, he smelled so masculine, and his physique was better than any oiled wrestler I had seen.
"Yes boy, you will do finely." he said as he stopped to admire me. I felt good with his kind words, and I watched in awe as his male part grew from its sheath as he looked upon me, and he started to touch me with desire.
He kissed me once and then slowly turned me around, making me lay awkwardly on top of a cushion, his hands touching my rear. He took my innocence with his finger, and after stretching and playing with me some, he sealed the deed with a gentle thrust of his hips, and I learned about pain and pleasure as the god taught me.
...
"You will serve my house very well." was all he said when he was done as he reclined on the cushioned floor and I stood next to him. He pulled me close for an embrace and held me. I was confused by the feelings both emotional and physical, and unbidden tears flowed from my eyes
"Don't cry my boy." he said softly as he held me. "You will get use to it, you will be fine. Here." he said as he reached for a wine skin and poured a cup of rich red wine, then handed it to me.
"Drink this." he said as I took a sip, but his hand on the bottom of the cup lifted it high, and I drank it all for fear of spilling some on the god or his fine cloths and cushions.
"There you go, a good boy. Now run along and play." he said with a grin, and I too grinned with a dull smile.
"Master, come play with me!" I said with a drunken giggle.
"Not now boy." he said kindly with his hand on my cheek. "Now run along."
The god watched as I ran off into the palace to find some fun.
"Soon enough my pet." he said to himself as he lay back and watched the stars over head.
"I will go home, and you will come with me..."
Epilog:
Then one night, a chariot of fire came down in spectacular fashion, and the god left aboard the sky-chariot with his closest slaves, and they returned to the heavens. The god had truly blessed Minos and his people, as the god had taught them much about civics, medicine, and metal- and now King Minos and his people were strong and wealthy. Minos's people would go on to have a proud history and rich culture, though it would ultimately fade and be almost forgotten by time. The true story of the white bull sent by the gods would not stand the test of time, and its translations and interpretations would lead most to be deceived.
The priests said that the god would return one day, and give blessings to the people, and indeed the gods would return, though it would be almost 5000 years later...
Fin?