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Dawn of Desire

Chapter 10: Little Big God

Donner’s jaw was on his desk during the entire lecture. There, where Reihner would normally be lecturing and providing information on their unit, was a much larger, older, daddy-fied version of Ceil! The elder lion’s proud mane and beard were full with the image of vitality of his youth, his golden locks streaked with gray around the temples. Donner could imagine the professor younger, and if he were, he would be some wrestling beast of a lion, thick with powerful muscles and a total jock to end all jocks before age and a sweet-tooth changed him into the sexy, dirty bulk king that stood before him.

“Ciel!” Donner stood up, slamming his hands on the desk.

“Mister Torres!” Ceil boomed back at him with a stern look that sucked the wind out of the coyote’s sails. “Never in all my years of teaching has a student been so blatantly disrespectful. You are to address me as Professor Nasir or not at all. Do I make myself clear?”

“I—”

“Sit down Mister Torres,” Ceil cocked his brow before going right back to lecturing, picking right up where Reihner had left off last lesson. Donner sank back into his seat and continued to be baffled at the display before him. Everyone was completely fine with the new teacher leading their class as if nothing had changed. Ceil was even giving proper answers to questions, then again…maybe not. Donner wasn’t sure if Ceil was bullshitting his way through this, or if he actually knew what he was talking about. Donner was kind of falling behind in this class anyway. With everything going on, it wasn’t like he was keeping up with his studies.

Then a very sobering thought crossed Donner’s mind and leaned over to the person next to him.

“Hey,” He said in hushed whispers. “How long has this guy been teaching the class?”

“Nasir?” The sand owl next to him cocked a brow. “You mean the chair of the department? It’s his class. Way to tell someone you haven’t been coming to class without saying you haven’t been coming to class.”

“No, this is Professor Reihner’s class.”

“Who?” The owl gave their classic sound, only it was more of a pointed question before he went back to taking notes, ignoring the coyote.

A chill ran down Donner’s spine. If Ceil had replaced the professor, then…

Where was Reihner?

Ceil was looking right at Donner when that thought crossed his mind, the lion’s lips curling up into a mischievous smile, tainting the lecture with an insidious undertone.

It was the longest lecture of the Coyote’s life, droning on for what felt like hours. Donner tried his best to take notes, but the constant way that Ceil would shift, the way he would lean on one foot paw while resting his other against it to expose the large powerful toe pads was driving the coyote nuts. Ceil knew what he was doing. Donner could see it in the smug lion’s grin! Then again, so did mister Reihner. Now that he noticed it, Ceil seemed to just dawn his image over the sexy older tiger. Adopting his mannerisms and changing them slightly to show off specific pieces of his powerful and plump form to him.

It was official, Ceil knew he was a bitch boy for DILFS, and he was using that to the fullest of his abilities as Donner struggled with his libido, constantly using his power to keep himself soft and not a leaking mess. The thought of compelling Ceil to fuck him crossed his mind, being able to do all the dirty fantasies he had about the tiger professor. He would just be wrapped up in Ceil’s aesthetic. Donner had to command his boner down at the thought. Why did he have to be such a horn dog for this?

Something else felt off about Ceil too, apart from the obvious. His eyes seemed to be brighter, his movements more fluid and in deliberate. Donner couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but if he had to guess, he would say Ceil was more powerful. More god like than before.

Then the bell rang signaling the change in classes.

“Donner,” Ceil glared at him with a condescending smirk. “Do you mind joining me in my office?”

Donner felt a chill run down his spine, but also the shuddering excitement of those words being phrased in the tone of every one of his dirty fantasies with the professor. Ceil probably knew more about Donner than he did about himself at this point and it was starting to show. Not even a full week and Ceil had been corrupted into some twisted parody of what he used to be. The thing that terrified Donner more about that thought than the way Ceil’s grin widened, was how it sent an exciting strum down over his heart.

“I don’t think I should,” Donner came to Ceil, his books under his arm.

“You’ve been trying to get ahold of me all this time and I’m offering my time willing to you, and this is the thanks I get?” Ceil was laying on Reihner’s condescension thick. “I’m sure you have plenty of questions, especially with the last test you just passed by the skin of your teeth. Come, I need to speak with you.”

Ceil grabbed his satchel, or Reihner’s old satchel, and carried it with him out of the lecture hall. He didn’t even look back to see if Donner was following. He knew he was. Donner’s foot pads silently matched pace with his professor’s stride.

“What happened to Reihner?” Donner asked the obvious question.

“Don’t worry, he is safe as he can be, with everything considered,” Ceil chuckled.

“That didn’t answer my question,” Donner knit his brow, his anger seeping into his voice.

“His soul hasn’t departed this world, though his body is being put to better use,” Ceil stopped at his office door and put his key in it. As he did, he flexed his back, his thick cheeks filling out his slacks. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“So you killed him?” Donner wasn’t going to settle for a half answer.

“He’s not dead,” Ceil rolled his eyes and went into his office. Donner quickly followed only to have the lion toss him a glass orb that Reihner had kept on his desk. “See for yourself.”

Donner caught it, the orb fumbling from hand to hand until he held it firm. It was a regular paperweight, but inside it was swirling green light. A little bead of it bounced around like a firefly trying to find a way out, but as soon as it settled, the bubbles in the glass arranged themselves into the face of the tiger Donner had been studying under for the better part of the semester.

“You trapped him in here?” Donner looked over the glass orb. “Let him out, this instant.”

“Can’t very well do that without killing him,” Ceil shrugged. “Without a body to put him in, he’s just a disembodied soul that will be spirited away into the void. That could be arranged if you want.”

Ceil lifted a finger, a crack forming on the glass sphere.

“No!” Donner gripped it close like a chicken egg that he was protecting. Instantly the crack healed itself. “Why would you do this?”

“Because he was giving you bad information,” Ceil professed sitting down in his chair and tapping a powerful claw against the dark-wood desk. “He was changing your perception of the power you held and was influencing it. Putting you down the wrong path.”

“How the hell could he do that?” Donner glared at Ceil.

“Because you wanted what he said to be true,” Ceil shrugged. “I don’t know why you respected that loathsome lout of a professor, but you trusted his word more than your own heart. His words influenced your thoughts, your very perception of your own abilities. When he spoke of gods and their powers, your respect for Reihner made it an undeniable truth. It fractured and limited your power. You put limitations on yourself.”

“I don’t understand,” Donner shook his head. “What do you mean?”

“You wanted so badly to have an understanding of what your powers were that you made them into the same powers as Enki.” Ceil looked disappointed, shaking his head like the professor would when Donner couldn’t answer what Reihner deemed a simple question. “A long since abandoned god of a bygone age. Though, the core of your power stays the same, you’ve limited it to a specific mold, the idea of a false god. Your potential is so much greater, so much more intimate to your being.”

“So…you trapped Reihner in this thing because he limited the power you were taking from me!?” Donner shook his head in disbelief.

“There are so many things wrong with what you just stated,” Ceil sighed, rubbing his eyes beneath the professor’s old glasses before setting them on his desk. “First, you left me no choice. The more you would talk to that idiot, the more he could influence the power you had because you wanted to limit it, control it, but it’s not something to be controlled. It is simply part of you. And I haven’t taken anything you haven’t given me.”

“Given you? I never gave you these powers!” Donner stepped forward.

“Don’t you DARE accuse me of lying!” Ceil stood up, his hands slamming on the table, energy rippling through his mane and causing it to shimmer, his eyes glowing with static. Donner recoiled. “I would never lie to you, ever!”

That was both a threat and a promise that Ceil rang out with only the conviction of a devout zealot could manage. Donner took a deep breath and calmed himself.

“Don’t yell at me,” Donner growled the order back. If Ceil was his devotee as he claimed, he didn’t need to be disrespected like that.

Ceil glared into Donner’s coppery eyes, his emerald ones glinting with anger before he sat back down.

“Sorry,” Ceil sighed. “I…I meant no disrespect. I just want to tell you the truth and only the truth. I’m your prophet and you’ve given me these powers. I promise you that.”

“How then?” Donner came forward and sat down in the chair before that desk, cradling Reihner’s soul in his lap. “It’s not like I gave you those powers like I did the first one.”

“Yes and no,” Ceil sat back and donned the guise of the stately professor again. “You have been looking to stop these powers from escalating, to try and stop me by extension, but more than anything, you’ve been trying to get rid of the responsibility that comes with being a god. That’s where a prophet comes in. Not all gods are omniscient, so they delegate certain responsibilities.”

“To their prophets,” Donner was starting to get it. “So because I’ve been working so hard trying to get this sorted out—”

“You’ve been inadvertently giving me your powers to help delegate the work,” Ceil nodded, his fingers coming together as he leaned back in his chair. “Even though it was counter intuitive to the result you wanted, it still kept going. I can’t help but think it’s because of some deeper desire, but this is the best hypothesis I’ve been able to confirm with your powers thus far.”

“Then, can’t I just take it all back?” Donner cocked a brow.

“Sure,” Ceil sat up in his chair, putting his elbows on the desk and glaring over his fingers down at the coyote. “Do it.”

Donner felt so small and insignificant as those emerald orbs looked at him with rapt interest. Ceil wasn’t challenging him. He was simply asking him to do so…if he truly wanted to.

“Okay, I will,” Donner glared back. “I…I want my power back. I take it back.”

The two looked at each other for a few moments, the ticking of the clock on the wall signaling the march of time.

Did it work? Donner thought.

“No,” Ceil gave a little huff, his lips curling into a slight grin. It was a pitiable grin, like Reihner would give when he saw someone trying so hard and still clearly doing something wrong. “Still have all those powers you gave me. That confirms that it’s not tied directly to your thoughts, but to your desires. Just as I surmised.”

“Well, what do I want if you’re so fucking clairvoyant!” Donner snapped.

“I can only read your thoughts and memories, not your heart,” Ceil shrugged. “Though, I have a feeling I know what it is you’re doing.”

“And what’s that?” Donner growled.

“You want a big, strong man to help you,” Ceil smirked, leaning back in his chair, his powerful core rolling into his shirt and causing his pecs to bunch up. “You know, I may be a prophet, but I’m nothing if not a devout worshiper of your creed, my Darling Donner.”

“Then why won’t you listen to me,” Donner gave an annoyed huff.

“If it’s truly what you desired, then you would have stopped me by now,” Ceil shrugged. “I literally don’t make the rules. You do.”

“So you brought me in here to tell me that…what, you are taking out threats to my power?”

“Yes,” Ceil smirked. “And any blasphemous, insults to your ascension.” Ceil lifted his hand, the glass orb holding Reihner’s soul flew out of Donner’s lap and slapped into Ceils palm. “You know, Reihner and I had a long and very engaging conversation of ancient gods and their powers. I cross-referenced it with my own vast knowledge and we were able to confirm a few things. That if one god reigns supreme, then there must be other gods out there. Other false idols that claim to have power, but only rule over a fraction of aspects that don’t fully translate to what you are. In other words, vicious mockeries of the one true god.”

“What are you talking about now?” Donner kept an eye on Reihner’s glass orb, not wanting it to break.

“It might be best to show you,” Ceil snapped his fingers in his free hand. The various papers, computer, and organizers on the desk vanished. Instead a single cotton cloth was spread out on the table where several small effigies materialized. “You see, multiple gods exist in this world, but not just as disembodied entities. They also embody idols of their creed.”

“Like Rapture’s prison?” Donner cocked a brow.

“Not exactly, but close,” Ceil nodded. “Rapture’s prison was designed to free the world of a reining god, to trap him, but these,” the lion tapped a finger on his desk. “These are effigies and idols that connect the worshiper to the divine. Think of it more as a string and cup than an actual cage. It may be a weak connection, but it’s still a connection. Though, with your power, you can strengthen that connection.”

“So?” Donner crossed his arms.

“So, instead of being a simple cup and string,” Ceil picked up a small doll from the table, one of the tags dangling from it showing it was from the schools archives. “You can make it into a high speed connection, or in this instance, a leash and collar.”

Ceil let go of the doll, but it hovered in the air, glowing an irritated pink. The lion’s eyes grew serious, glaring at the idol like it had spat in his face. He clenched his powerful fist, a green beam of light lashing onto the effigy. The energies clashed and Donner swore he could hear a scream like the echo of someone being whipped.

“What are you doing?!” Donner leaned forward.

“Expanding my crusade into the pantheon,” Ceil licked his chops and yanked on the chord of green energy he had created. The sound of screeching pipe organs rang in the room as the glowing, pink, silhouette of a person was yanked out of their idol. Ceil hissed, opening his mouth, glaring down the glowing, featureless face of that entity. The pink creature looked like it was going to fight back, but then its image blurred as though dust caught on the wind. The screeching screams filled the room, echoing like wind chimes breaking. The pink energy poured out of that effigy and spiraled into Ceil’s maw, the pinks being tainted by the greens into ribbons of auroras that spiraled, ripping from that effigy. Deep, guttural gulps filled the air as Ceil gulped it down, the glowing lights radiating against his Adam’s apple.

Then it was over. The last of the light ripped from the doll and it clattered to the table with a hollow clunk. Ceil gulped down that light and smiled darkly.

“There, one less affront to your greatness,” Ceil smirked.

“What the FUCK was that!” Donner screamed.

“A god that will now be rewritten in your image,” Ceil tossed a piece of paper to donner from under his desk. Donner quickly caught it and looked at the information. It was something about a music god from a small indigenous tribe. The image of a mural painted on a cave wall showed a shadowy figure. He tried to make out the name, but it was blurry…no…it was shifting and so was the image. The dark shadowy print took on a cobalt color, copper eyes replaced the red ones, and the name solidified into something that made the coyote’s heart skip a beat.

“Donner…god of music and expression,” Donner looked up at Ceil, the lion undoing a button from his shirt. “What does this have to do with me?”

“Well, it has everything to do with you,” Ceil gave a gentle murr, his frame glowing and expanding, inching up slightly, his arms splitting the seams on his arm. If he noticed, he didn’t show it. The growth was already a benign experience to him. This wasn’t the first god he consumed! That’s why he looked so much more powerful. “You limited yourself by putting yourself into the shell of what you think you are. So, I need to crack that shell in a way that will convince you that you are truly more than what any of these other gods pretend to be.”

“And how the hell are you going to do that?” Donner was starting to feel a creeping fear.

“I’m so glad you asked,” Ceil flicked Reihner’s soul so it spun on his claw tip. “I think it’s time for a bit of tough love, my Darling Donner.”

“What do you mean?” Ceil started to stand up, getting ready to bolt from the office.

Ceil simply smirked and snapped his fingers. Donner’s lids felt heavy as he slumped back into the chair and everything went dark.

***

“Oh my fucking head,” Donner groaned as he sat up. He opened his eyes and an overwhelming sense of disorientation came over him. He wasn’t on his futon. Donner scrambled to get up, falling on his ass and flipping around. He was surrounded by pillows, all different colors and stitching. He was in a shallow pit, a large stone gazebo casting shade over the pillows. With a bit of difficulty, Donner found he could reach the bottom and only have pillows up to about groin level. It looked like some strange mix of some Persian love nest and Greek architecture. He may be falling behind in his ancient architecture lessons, but he knew when something seemed faked.

“Where the fuck am I?” Donner glanced around, but the drapes that framed the gazebo’s openings made it difficult to make anything out. He only caught glimpses of things beyond the fabric as they swayed with the wind. “And where the fuck are my clothes?”

Donner looked over his naked form, his body fully exposed to the gentle breeze that wafted around him. He waded to the edge of the pit and found a series of steps where he could pull himself out. He got out and walked over to the curtain and slapped it open.

“Okay Ceil,” Donner shielded his eyes from the bright sunlight. “Where the fuck…am…oh my god…”

Donner looked out over a massive expanse. Monuments and famous temples from all across humanity sprawled out before him. Towering idols and lush green lands, shimmering waterways and ivy draped walls. He recognized the Parthenon and ancient Aztec pyramids, but they looked fresh and newly built. It was like someone took his text book, cut out all the pictures, and recreated them all in some sort of jigsaw puzzle.

Donner stepped forward, his foot paw clicking on the ground. He looked down, gorgeous robes clung to his form now, sandals showed off his foot paws. He almost looked like some roman emperor only his robes had deep blues and coppery golds. He had no idea how the clothes materialized, but that wasn’t the strangest thing going on. He came up to a stone railing, his hands brushing over the freshly carved limestone, his claws finding no flaw. It was all real. He looked back and gawked at the brilliant structure behind him. It was some sort of mix of the Caryatid, the daughters of Athens, and the glowing domes of the Taj Mahal, but it was images of himself that supported the building. Giant statues of himself with…well…graphic nude detail held up the massive murals and scaling ceilings. A grand waterfall cascaded down one side into a natural pool that lapped at the steps that lead up to the gazebo he had just emerged out of.

“Where the hell am I?” Donner lightly shook his head.

“Right where you were always meant to be,” a voice boomed from above. Despite its volume, it didn’t hurt Donner’s ears.

The coyote spun around and shielded his eyes from the sun, only for the bright glowing orb to be swiftly pulled away, the bright blue skies fading to black, only for the rest of Reihner’s office to come into view with Ceil looming over it all.

“Almost anyway,” Ceil smirked. “With Reihner’s knowledge, I was able to pull quite a bit of influence for various kinds of heavens you could rule over. This one you’re on now is by far my favorite. I’m starting with small models and intend to work my way up once I’ve perfected it.”

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick,” Donner was overcome with vertigo and leaned against the railing, sliding down to sit on his ass and calm himself.

“Now don’t be so dramatic,” Ceil smirked. Donner thought the irony of the big lion saying that was lost on him. “You’re right where you need to be. Right where I can guide you.”

“You mean where you can control me,” Donner huffed, but if Ceil heard him, he didn’t show it. “Where am I?”

“You’re on my desk,” Ceil smirked. “Or more accurately, on the heaven I have envisioned for you. I guess it’s not so much a heaven at this moment as it is an arena.”

“A what?” Donner looked up. “An arena for what?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” Ceil leaned his head on his fist as he looked down at Donner with such loving and caring eyes it almost felt like he really cared for him in his own twisted, fucked up way. It made the coyote’s skin crawl. “You didn’t think I was gathering those effigies and idols just to enhance my power, did you? No, I only took what would make it easy for me to make all this possible. Just the bare minimum of what I would need to guide you, and you could take care of the rest.”

“You love me just being in the dark, don’t you,” Donner rolled his eyes. “You sound fucking crazy when I don’t know what you want!”

“Again, this isn’t about what I want,” Ceil sighed, his breath rolling over the world like a gentle minty breeze. “I’m only capable of doing what you want me to do. Even if your mortal restraints make you think you don’t. Now, this place is a makeshift arena that I’ve developed for gods to fight one another for their powers.”

“What?” Donner’s eyes went wide. “Other gods?!”

“Of course, you think I was hording all that power for myself? The artifact room has a vast collection of religious antiquities. The rules are simple. You kill a god, you take their power, though you have a few advantages.”

“Oh lucky me,” Donner threw his hands up.

“I wouldn’t leave you completely helpless in there,” Ceil smiled. “You merely need to do what I did, and you’ll be able to absorb their powers.”

“What? Consume their souls or something?”

“Consume them however,” Ceil drew a figure eight with his hand. “Eat their soul, maintain contact with them, or, as I’ve learned with Reihner, you can simply vore them. Now that’s a term I didn’t know until I plucked it from your beautifully sexy mind. Vore.” He spoke the word like it were poetry, but that didn’t give Donner any peace of mind.

“What the fuck Ceil! Get me out of here!”

“Sorry, no way out except through,” Ceil shrugged. “I designed it so only you could be the one to remove entities from this diorama, but you need to be on the outside to do so.”

“Then how…That’s a catch twenty-two!” Donner snarled.

“Yeah, you see my point. Only a truly powerful god, a god that is stronger than what you are now, could overwrite the rules and get out.” Ceil smirked.

“Oh my god, you’re insane!” Donner screamed.

“I do think I have gone a bit crazy myself,” Ceil shrugged. “That’s why I made this for you and not me. I’ve proven my devotion to you time and again, you need to prove it to yourself now. Be the god I know you can be. Oh, and one more thing Donner.”

“WHAT!” They coyote snapped, glaring daggers at the monstrously large Ceil.

The lion gave a soft smile, his hand coming down from the sky, the sound like a meteor cracking the atmosphere. Donner thought for sure that claw was coming down to crush him to paste. He winced, but just before it touched him, it stopped. Donner opened his eyes and saw the claw before him. It was nearly the size of the entire palace. Though, through a display of impossible control, Ceil shifted the claw down to gently brush Donner’s chin.

“Chin up, Darling,” Ceil smirked before withdrawing his claw, the movement gentle and smooth. “You’ll be fighting for your life here. I told the other gods that the prison will fall if there is only one god left standing, or if they kill you.”

“If they what?” Donner blinked. “Ceil…you can’t leave me in here with a bunch of gods hell bent on killing me.”

“Well, I couldn’t lie to them.” Donner shrugged. “You don’t want me to lie, so I cant. If you die, the divinity holding this prison together will vanish. It’s time you learn your own worth, Donner. You are much more powerful than you think,” The sky started to brighten back up as Ceil brought the desk lamp back. “You just have to believe it.”

“CEIL!” Donner screamed, but the sun was brought back and the sky shielded the lion’s visage with blues and scattered clouds. “Fuck…”

Donner looked about, half expecting an entire pantheon to come crashing down on him in an instant, but there was nothing. He stood back up, his legs shaking as he looked over the expanse of the miniature world around him. The beauty of it all was marred by a deepening sense of dread.

“This can’t be real,” Donner shook his head. “Surely Ceil wouldn’t leave me here defenseless. Right?”

Just as Donner said that, his ears perked up. A soft whistling and a sudden pain forced him onto his side. Donner screamed, blood catching in his throat as his lungs burst. A spray of blood stained the stone around Donner’s feet as his lung was shredded through and through. Donner fell to the ground, a red curtain covering his eyes as the pain of being gored through ripped his lungs into a bloody, choking mess.

Heal! HEAL! Donner screamed in his head. Instantly his lungs pulled themselves back together, but that didn’t remove the blood in them. Donner coughed, his lungs rejecting any liquid inside them and coating the coyote’s teeth in crimson. It took an extra moment for his powers to clear his lungs.

Donner glanced over to see an arrow stained red in his blood on the ground, the arrowhead looked like it was chipped from obsidian, but upon closer inspection, it was a simple stone arrowhead but it glowed with the stars of the galaxy.

He didn’t know what native god just shot him, but that was a kill shot. Had he not willed himself to heal, he would be a corpse on the ground just now. He was lucky it slipped through his body instead of lodging itself in.

Donner quickly scrambled his way to a pillar in the gazebo and hid behind it. Just as he did, one of the curtains beside him was torn away by a series of arrows. Each one had red feathers and pinned the cloth off to the side.

“So you’re the one we’ve been tricked into killing?” A voice boomed. “You’re lucky it is eternally day here, or I would have escaped this place ages ago.”

Donner could hear the voice of the man approaching, the sound of sandals slapping and beads rattling softly sent fear down the coyote’s spine.

“You seem a bit more difficult to kill than first thought. Show yourself, and the next arrow will be swift and painless.”

Donner’s heart beat rapidly in his chest. He had to find a way out of this fast. From the accent, he was sure it was a Mesoamerican god, but he couldn’t be sure. He was in full panic mode. He had to think of something quickly or the next arrow would surely split his skull. He glanced over at the pond and got an idea. If Donner was the god of fresh water, he could use that. He glared at the water, willing it to do something, anything.

It wasn’t much, but the water splashed as though someone had dove inside it. Instantly a half dozen arrows whistled into the waves. A man walked forward, or better described as a god. He was clad in beaded armor of yellows, reds, and blacks. Feathers adorned his bow and his headdress. But the most impressive was his skin. It was like his skin was a constant shifting of the last moments of a sunset before night fully took over. His hands were henna dipped in the red and orange glow of the dying day, his body a glorious gradient of purples and blacks, and his face was a galaxy, his eyes a duo of blazing stars.

Donner’s wisdom instantly identified him, the old picture from his textbook not giving the god justice.

Mixcoatl, god of the hunt and the Milky Way in the Aztec and Tlaxcaltec cultures. Of course there would be a god of the fucking hunt here!

Mixcoatl was about to search around when he suddenly jumped out of the way, several silver arrows piercing the ground where he stood. A goddess in white clothes sat side-saddle on a stag, her bow a crescent moon and the string was the rim of an eclipse. Her curling brown hair tied up into a bun, her eyes silvery and sharp.

“Artemis,” Mixcoatl snarled. “You really wish to fight me here?”

The goddess responded by drawing her bow and letting loose several arrows. Mixcoatl spun out of the way, his feathers flying off and catching the arrows and having them change their trajectory.

“So be it,” Mixcoatl growled as the two shot off, the stag Artemis was riding trotting upon the sun’s rays while Mixcoatl glided upon the winds that hoisted his feathers.

“Two?” Donner huffed as their arrows showered another temple. “Two gods of the hunt? Fuck me!”

Donner pulled himself back from collapsing into a panic attack and slapped his face. He needed to find a way out of this mess!

***

Donner had gone into the halls of the palace that Ceil had built for him. Ceil may have gone mad, but he wasn’t going to leave Donner without some way to fight off these gods. His elegant robes fluttered around him with their velvety blues and coppery gold accents. The coyote caught a light as he ran down the marble halls and dug in his heels to run towards it. He found himself in a kitchen, the light a fire inside a stove.

Alarm bells went off in Donner’s head and he quickly spun back around and hid behind a pillar. Just in time too as a bolt of lightning came flying from the burning embers in that iron monstrosity. Donner screamed as he ducked. He knew there were plenty of gods and goddesses of the hearth and kitchen, but who the fuck could also cast lightning?!

“Clever little godling,” A voice crackled from the kitchen. “Why don’t you make things easy and you stay in one place for me.”

The voice was deep and rumbling, and he sounded like Rajit, Ceil’s tiger roommate, only with a thicker accent. Donner’s wisdom rocketed through his skull as he flicked through his text books and found some old images of Hindu origin.

“Agni?!” Donner shrieked. “A Hindu god? Fuck me,” Donner always found the Hindu faith so interesting with its many gods, but the thing he admired them for, and what hated about them now, was that they had a crazy amount of powers. Agni was not only the god of fire, but he was the god of fire in three forms! The stove fire of the earth, the lightning of the sky, and the sun of the heavens.

“So you know me? I’d say I’m honored, but you and your kind revel in mocking our stories and faith,” Agni grumbled. “Now, let’s see you dodge this.”

Suddenly the palace was filled with blinding light. Donner screamed and tried to cover his eyes, but the light was so bright he could see the shadow of his bones in his arms through his closed eyelids. It was only for a moment until everything went dark. He was blinded, his vision stolen form him by the power of that sun materializing inside the palace.

“There you are,” Agni growled. Donner only knew of two things the man could do, so he implemented something that could help him against both. A powerful torrent of water formed around him, his creation ability binding with his water control. He was glad he did, no sooner had he willed the wall into existence a bolt of flaming lightning shot through the air. The water took both and redirected them away.

Donner’s eyes healed in that moment, the world bleeding back into reality as his retinas revived themselves. That’s when he saw the god. He had moved to the far end of the kitchen to keep his distance, but he was a vision to behold. His skin was ruby hewed, at first Donner thought he was sweaty, but no, it was just how the rubies in his skin glistened with his light. He had two heads, one smiling the other snarling at him, and each adorned with a burning, golden crown. He had seven arms, each holding a glowing artifact.

Donner was about to run away when another bolt of lightning cut off his path, the god anticipating his move. The coyote yipped before running into the kitchen.

“Big mistake,” Agni hissed, his body starting to glow.

Donner knew what was coming next. He willed goggles onto his face that could keep out the light. There was nothing but darkness and a flash of warmth. Donner ripped the goggles off and kicked a table over to block the next oncoming blast of lightning and fire. He willed the wood to be fire retardant and for lightning rods to ground it into the foundation. Instantly the fire and lightning smacked against the table.

“Fuck me, I’m going to die here. I’m going to fucking die if I don’t do something,” Donner glanced around the kitchen and tried to find something to defend himself with, but all he saw was the pokers next to the stove…

Donner felt a plan itch the back of his head. He didn’t know if it would work, he only saw Ceil use it once, but he needed to try! Donner gripped the air, imagining the connection between him and the stove. A string of rubies lashed onto his hand and connected to the embers in the open oven of the iron stove. He yanked on it, the rubies glowing bright as he pulled. The sudden choking sound of Agni filled the air before a glowing silhouette of flames emerged from the stove, clinging to its neck as it struggled against the pull of the leash.

“Holy shit, it worked,” Donner felt a sudden wave of relief wash over him. At least until the leash was tugged back on.

“No you don’t!” Agni boomed.

“Stop! Just stop trying to kill me!” Donner screamed. “Please!”

“You’re our only way out,” Agni boomed. “I refuse to bend the knee to you, and with you gone, one of us can ascend once more.”

Agni’s voice was getting closer, he was closing the distance fast.

“Just stop! If we work together, we can find a way out of this!”

Agni didn’t give a response, Instead, a series of hands gripped the table and ripped it from the stone it was anchored in, his duo of heads angry. Donner screamed and pulled hard on the leash. Agni stopped, his flames and lightning caught in his throat as his soul was ripped from the stove, a glowing being of fire and light.

The spirit thrashed and yanked at the leash, trying to get away with every fiber of it’s being, but Donner knew if it made it back into the stove, it would connect back with its body. Donner opened his mouth and breathed in around a snarl. He wasn’t thinking, he was reacting. He wouldn’t die here, he wasn’t going to let this be his end!

The light of the soul started to twist and warp before spiraling into Donner’s maw, he gulped it down. It was delicious! It made Donner’s maw drip with drool as he gulped it back, that spinning light twisting down into his gut. The flavor of every hot meal he had ever had graced his senses, the warmth of every stove he ever cooked over, the radiance of every sunrise and sunset danced across his skin as he drank that spirit down. He could feel that burning soul like a constant flow of something just too hot being gulped back. Like drinking tea before it cooled.

Then it was over. The entirety of that spirit was curling up in his stomach like a well enjoyed meal. Donner gasped, gulping air and scrambling backwards away from the body of that god as it still stood there. But it was no longer a body. Donner paused, the thing before him was a gray statue, crumbling to ashes, the body unable to sustain itself without the godly influence of its soul.

Then a sudden pulse ran through Donner, the coyote gripping his stomach. It was almost painful at first, like the soul was fighting, trying to pierce through his gut, but slowly, it went from pangs of pain to waves of pleasure that rolled through his body.

“W-What the fuck, Oh god,” Donner’s eyes rolled back as that soul dissolved, the struggling of it fading as more and more of that red fire in his belly was doused with an electric blue. Donner groaned as his body tensed, his foot paws extending outward, his shoulders broadening out of his toga, his pecs pushing forward, his biceps flexing and hardening as he grew. The power welled inside him, coursing through his veins as he felt the last of that spirit die off into a torrent of pleasure.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck,” The sudden shift form abject terror to pure, raw, electric pleasure was such a relief that Donner didn’t know what to do besides lay back and enjoy the ride. He chuckled and laughed, the relief making him giddy as he rode the high of assimilating his first soul. Donner’s jaw cracked, becoming squarer, his eyes glowing with red power that bled over to his signature blue. Static rolled cross his body, his fur standing on end as he huffed out puffs of flame. His dick couldn’t pulse out of his sheath fast enough, the dick getting thicker, his furry orbs rolling out and hanging lower with their weight.

Donner’s foot paws broke the straps on his sandals, the toes flexing out ward and spreading in relief as his growth tapered off. Donner moaned, reaching a hand down his chest, the robes vanishing from his body as he reached for what he truly wanted. His dick was hard in its sheath, the tip already oozing as it slid further and further out. Donner wasn’t a small guy before, but he could feel how much bigger he was. The thickness of his dick filled his hand, his fingers cracking, becoming stronger and thicker as he gripped his shaft.

Energy rolled form his gut into his dick when he gripped it. His six pack flexing and getting deeper as he reveled in the pleasure as it swam in his veins. The coyote gave a deep groan as he rolled his hand up and down that sheath, the musky, slick mess he had already drooled in his sheath coating his member in a miasma of thick essence. Donner gave a light murr, his cock physically hot and his balls charged and boiling with a need to spread his seed. He slid his hand up his shaft, the hot red flesh like touching hot leather in a car. It almost burned with how hot it was, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It actually felt really good. The way the heat pulsed from that shaft felt like he was warming the entire room with his cock exposed alone. It filled the room with his musk, his aroma marking everything simply because he was exposed.

“Holy shit,” Donner’s lids drooped as he started to stroke his shaft, his foot paws flexing as he did so. The air filled with the wet squelching of a happy cock being stroked by a pleasure drunk god. Donner pulled his sheath back and ran his hand through the virile slick before stroking back up. The sensation of his pads like little tongues all lapping over his veins, working over his sensitive flesh as his balls gently bounced in his sack. Each orb felt like a magnet that was fighting the other, the more they bounced, the more charged they got. The pleasure rolled up the emerging god’s spine, his breath heavy as his pucker clenched. He slipped a hand back to play with his asshole, his fingers slipping between his cheeks.

Donner’s fingers rimmed his hole as he stroked his cock, his mind abuzz with pleasure as that power still tingled in his mind, his body shuddering with each wet crack and stroke of his dick. His asshole was already lubed and ready, his body so turned on he was already leaking like a weeping pussy. He pressed and his pucker gave way to his fingers as he played with his hole, his body shuddering as he slipped his digits into himself, instantly finding his prostate and petting, his cock shot a thick stream of pre over his chest, the clear liquid catching on his belly fur and seeping down into the trenches of his six pack.

Donner was ashamed to admit it, but in the moment, he was imagining that DILF-ified Ceil lifting his legs up behind his head and slipping his thick, juicy dick right between his cheeks. The thought burned on Donner’s muzzle, his blush flushing down his face. Even with all the power he just gathered, he knew Ceil was stronger, more adept at using his divinity. Donner huffed, blue flames licking at his lips as his body burned up, heat scorching him like a sun burning inside him, sweat and musk rolling off his own body.

Donner gripped his legs and pulled them behind his head…but…he was still stroking himself and playing with his hole? Donner smirked as he realized he had a second set of arms. His wisdom immediately made him realize he now could summon multiple hands, the second pair helping him hold his legs behind his head while the other pair stroked his dick with abandon and slipped into his dripping hole.

“That’s a good boy,” Imaginary Ceil rumbled into his ear as he fucked harder into his hole. “Use your divinity to be a better slut for me. You going to be daddy’s good little whore?”

“Oh fuck yes!” Donner moaned. “MMM! Fuck yeah Daddy!”

Donner’s fingers were flying in and out of his hole, his hand cracking over his shaft in tandem. His pre was squirting over his face, and arching down on his pecs and abs as he stroked wildly. He couldn’t hold back if he wanted to. That’s not what daddy wanted! Daddy wanted him to lose control! He was a good boy for his daddy.

“I’m going to fucking cum boi! Get ready for my nut!” Dark Ceil growled and donner panted as he nodded and whined in the throes of his fantasy_. “Fucking take it! GRRROWWR!”_

Donner gasped, his O face wide as a third set of arms griped the base of his knot and tugged. He shot. His cum lanced up and smacked his face, a good portion of it hitting his foot paws above his head while the rest of it dribbled onto his face. The next three streams were powerful head shots, two of them coating his tongue in the hot, musky flavor of his own essence as he came, his fingers never stopped molesting his anal clit, his prostate stronger than ever, his pucker milking his fingers as he played with himself. His cum shot his chin, coating his Adam’s apple and running down the crevice of his thick, powerful pecs, the trenches of his abs drinking in that life giving seed.

Finally those balls stopped bouncing, the stroking only forcing out a few pearls of white goo. Donner’s feet feel forward, his extra sets of arms folding into his back and vanishing as he panted hot and heavy.

Donner felt calmer, his heart more sure in himself. It was like that nut had reset all the stress and his mind was at ease knowing he had a way to fight back if he needed. He laid there, enjoying his hot cum, imagining it was—

And Donner was done with that. He shook his head, banishing the horny thought as he stood up. He went to go wipe the cum from his maw, but it was gone. His body cleaning himself instantly with his will to be rid of his dark desires. He thanked his luck. He wouldn’t have to go out and fight gods as a jizz covered mess.

“Holy shit, I’m huge,” Donner gasped as he assessed his body. He ran his hands over his pecs and down the washboard abs. He didn’t look like a little college student anymore. He looked like those dudes that ran the fitness infomercials! He was total aesthetic! He wasn’t some tight, hunky college bro, but a hunky gym rat in his prime! And that was just from one soul.

Donner’s stomach rumbled. He put a hand over his abs. Was he already hungry for another? Donner shook the feeling. Even in self-defense, he did kill someone. He shouldn’t just give into the amazing feeling of that power rush.

Donner stepped forward, the robes materializing on him once more.

Then again, until he was free of this death trap, he shouldn’t rule it out as an option. If he couldn’t convince the gods to work together, then he might have to resort to that method to get enough power to break free from this twisted prison Ceil had devised.

Donner’s stomach rumbled as he padded forward, his powerful foot claws clicking against the stone.

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