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‘Dear lord, I wish for you to come outside. I require aid and as your first and most beloved follower I seek your counsel.’ The words boomed inside of Michael’s mind.

Michael snapped awake and looked around his bed. His head buzzed as he noticed that his master wasn’t near him. With a simple thought he sensed that his master was at the main church, apparently he wasn’t needed today. Without much to do, he crawled to his feet and shuffled to his bathroom. He pulled out a razor to shave, what stared back was a muzzle covered in fur.

“That’s right,” Michael paused, “I don’t have a human face any more. I’m wolf blessed.”

‘Lord Michael. I pray this because I’m outside your house and I need you outside. Sooner rather than later. With love, your first and second follower.’ The prayer was less intense but the emotion of frustration was attached to the prayer.

“Okay… I can hear prayers now. That unsettling.” Michael grumbled as he looked over his body in the mirror. A ten-foot tall wolf-like humanoid stared back, rippling muscles covered by a fluffy coat of brown fur. He was completely wolf blessed and felt stronger than anything former human or not.

‘Um Hi. I don’t know you, Demi-God Michael but my master has asked me to pray to you. Please come outside.’ The next prayer was softer and milder with an unfamiliar voice. Michael sighed and began his walk to the front door.

He opened the door with a sigh, standing before him with hair cut into a small pony tail was the greater unicorn and a human with a large chain on his neck. Everything about this situation screamed trouble. He noticed that the human was currently looking over his front yard and wearing robes that opened in the back. Michael could see that the human was slightly thin and built with wide feminine hips. ‘Ras would probably think he was cute.’ Michael thought.

The man immediately came to Ras and dropped to his knees. He was sweating nervously as he fidgeted before him. “Hello Great Wolf, I believe I am to be your follower.”

Micheal slowly looked up at the Greater unicorn, the humanoid unicorn shrugged. “I figured since I gotta live here, I’d take in the advantages of human society and bought me a slave from one of the neighboring cities. I wanted a hot female but they only had males and this one looked the most like a girl, My Degenerate God.”

“Why are you here?” Micheal said slowly. “You only have to stick around to get your hair cut then you are free to do your own thing.”

The unicorn flushed with embarrassment, “I need counsel. I checked the laws in both countries and I am legally allowed to have this human. I just um, I just…” He sighed and turned to the human.

“Dear Nathan, please tend to our Gods plants. I wish for private counsel.” The smaller anthro said while turning away and walking out of the yard.

Michael followed but not before noticing that the human was making flowers grow with a touch. 'a druid?!'

The pair walked for nearly an hour till they were on the outsides of the city. The mountain forests stretching out into the distance. Michael smelt the strong scents of goblins and humans. The scent was claiming, this was his home.

"I know we've seen each other only once, it feels weird not to know the name of someone who is worshipping my master. So uh… who are you?" Michael said.

"Daska. I am Daska, Greater Unicorn of the Lamal Vale. I am twenty three, I am a virgin. I have kept to the forest laws until today. I have a fear of being alone. I just made three million gold coins. I bought the home across the street from you. I bought Nathan from a royal slaver and and and… I don't know what else to say." Daska said, scratching his short hair.

"Why didn't you buy a female slave, didn't you come around here to kidnap our women?" He crossed his arms. "While the village itself doesn't have slaves, we don't disallow owning them here. I still don't see how you are a virgin, we passed two brothels on the way out."

Daska nodded, "I know. I can sense virginity and sexual desire. I can also sense crimes long as I know the laws. I have already memorized your legal codes before I got Nathan." The male rubbed his long muzzle in thought.

"None of that explains why you decided to worship our God or why you dragged me to the woods." Michael began hauling some of the large wood off of the roads.

Daska blushed, “Well, um, I don’t worship your God. I worship you exclusively because some of these religious city laws require me to associate with a god to even do something as simple as purchase property. I don’t exactly have a fondness for the being that turned me into this body. The other reason is that I learned, you are the only reason I was spared when I decided to be more aggressive about getting females.”

Michael tossed a log back into the woods and nodded, “Yeah. I didn’t do anything but Ras can sense my feelings. I just didn’t think you needed to die and even the town felt the same way. You probably don’t know this but most of the town is pretty capable in combat, while you might have managed to kidnap one or two of our females. You wouldn’t survive the night with them.”

Daska paled but kept his gaze on the muscular wolf-man. He began to pick up sticks, “That brings me to the main reason, I wanted to talk to you.”

Michael sat down on the soft grass and leaned against a tree, the serene mountain side forest always felt more comfortable than the bustling streets of the town. He patted the grass near him. Daska sat against him and sighed.

“Okay. I’m all ears, Daska.”

“My slave. Nathan is on a yearly contract. I picked him up when I was searching for a sex slave, I figured it would be an easy way to get laid and not break the law.” Daska brought his knees to his chest and sighed. “There were plenty of females but I could feel their loathing with just a gaze.”

Daska flicked his hand up and conjured a small ball of light, “I can heal with a touch of magic, I used to be strong enough to tear through boulders. This burden your God gave me, has sapped most of my strength and turned it into my wildly growing hair. I can sell it for so much that I could literally buy a harem of any race, gender, species, or skill I want.”

“But they didn’t want you back, did they?” Michael said calmly.

“The women look at me with sheer disgust, the men look at me in fear. I’m still endowed like an equine even if I have child-bearing hips and an hourglass figure.” Daska lowered his head to his knees.

“Nathan took one glance at me and I felt his affection like a bullet in the chest,” Daska mumbled between his knees,”It was so pure. There was lust but also a strong desire to just be around me. I quickly paid his fee and brought him home. He set about fixing, cleaning, and taking care of my plants. I didn’t think I was into men, I really don’t know what I’m into. He is just so kind, so gentle, and his mana is just so pleasant to be around.”

Michael nodded, “That sounds really sweet, so what is the problem?”

“I never got this far. Do I just command him to do sexual stuff? Would he hate me for it? Should I put his...thing inside of me? Would it hurt if I put mine inside of him? I didn’t know who to ask that would understand until I heard about your experience at the tavern.” Daska looked up at the much larger male. “So I guess I’m trying to ask for help from a higher power.”

“I’m not a higher power.” Michael said on reflex.

Daska gave him a flat stare and flicked his ears back, “You are literally leaking divine magic out like a novice mage. To my senses, you aren’t even mortal.”

“I am?” Michael said scratching his chin, “I don’t know much in the way of magic.”

Michael shook his head, “I think you should talk to him, tell him about how you feel. If he is that into you, I think he would jump at the chance to realize his feelings.”

“What if that ruins it? Normally I’d just charge in and handle the situation with aggression but I’m not in my natural body. What if he just likes this form and not me?” Daska moaned, “I’m really nervous.”

Michael stood up, “Why don’t we find out.”

Michael clasped a hand to his chest and closed his eyes, Ras? I need some help with Daska. A warming pulse trailed through his body, he had his god’s attention. Could you give him his natural form for a few hours, he is having a crisis and um he is praying to me about it.

“What the hay?!”

Micheal turned and noticed that huge equine muzzle that gazed down at him. The equine was bigger than the biggest horse, jet black fur billowed around him, while a sword-sharp black horn stood out from the top of his head.

“I’m back to me?”

“Temporarily, I asked Ras for his help. Now we should go to see Nathan.”

“You can summon him here.” Daska said, “I believe that you are untrained in divine magic. I should give you a quick lesson, Unicorns are a fraction of divine magic. As a Demi-God, you can do far more. Close your eyes and try to feel him out, pull on that sensation while creating an entryway to the location you want him to appear.”

Michael closed his eyes and felt out for Nathan. The blond-hair, green-eyed, male was still in his yard making small benches made of living trees. Michael felt a long line of gray connecting him to Nathan, he pulled the line with his mind and imagined an open doorway with a bell. He opened the door and it manifested in front of him with a tiny jingle.

“Hello?” Nathan said peering through the doorway.

“You have been summoned by our lord, please come in.” Daska said, his form creating a far deeper voice than his curse body could manage.

“Yes, sir.” Nathan rushed inside and looked at Daska. “Wow… you are majestic looking, Sir. Are you going to lead our God into battle?”

Michael shook his head, “I don’t know how to ride a horse and I don’t think Daska would be happy having someone on his back.”

Daska looked at Nathan, “This is my real body, I told you about my curse. I have been granted a simple blessing from our God to show you this form. Does it disgust you?”

Nathan blushed and looked down, “It’s beautiful.”

Daska paused, “I don’t understand you. I am not even a little bit human, I am a towering form of equine divinity made manifest. I am the hooves of justice that mete out laws unto the lawless.”

Nathan looked up at Daska, “Why are you talking like that, Sir?”

Michael nodded, “I noticed he was talking like that the first time I met him. He gets all official when he is in this form.”

“Because that's how unicorns talk…, Isn’t it?” Daska asked with a sliver of uncertainty.

“Not really. Most unicorns don’t say much or they go into flowery things about purity and the like. Greater unicorns usually have already murdered someone before getting out any words.” Michael sighed, “You are getting off focus. Allow me to help.”

Michael pointed to Daska, “Nathan, Daska here is shy, awkward, and a bit of weirdo even by my village standards. He is lonely to the point that he tried to buy a slave to stop being a virgin. He thinks you are so awesome that you wouldn’t want to be around a magical talking horse when he gets his cursed removed."

Nathan turned to look at the unicorn, his dark green eyes scanning as if looking at an expensive statue. He made two slow circles as the pair watched him, hum to himself. "I don't see a problem. My Lord is my Lord no matter what form he takes. If I had to make a choice, I would enjoy this form more outside of his house."

"Yeah. I kinda expected that from a druid. The few we have in the village seem to prefer their own animal forms." Michael chuckled and placed a hand on Nathan's back.

"Our orders do have a bit of a reputation of being… outgoing."

“So you aren’t disgusted? You are a very strange one, Nathan.” Daska said while Nathan brushed a hand through his thick black fur.

Michael gazed at Nathan, the man seemed to be emitting small green trails of energy. Without thinking the demi-god reached out and mentally pulled on the trails. The world seemed to shimmer around him as he watched a scene play out before him. Nathan as a young child was surrounded by a herd of equines, from the big burly Northland Chargers to the small almost fey-like Mazan Ponies. These were his friends and family within the drudic order. In seconds dozens of events played out revealing the training and source of Nathan’s powers and interests. Michael understood the Order of the Scorched hoof teachings as if he had joined the order himself.

What just happened?! Michael thought before turning his gaze on the unicorn. Thicker trails streamed from him of pure blazing white. Michael repeated the process, he watched as Daska stood before a counsel of greater unicorns. His parents had fallen to a dragon attack and the counsel simply trained him in laws of the land. There was no affection, no familial behavior at all. Knowledge started to pour into Michael, he didn’t just know unicorn magic he felt that he could draw on the full extent of Daska’s abilities with mastery equal to the greater unicorn.

Ras! I need help, I think I’m doing something wrong and I don’t want to hurt these two.

A deep tranquility washed over him, as if he had slipped into a pool of warm water . Ras filled his mind’s eye. Relax, You’ve got worshippers. Congrats. Right now you are drawing on their souls, it is no different than what we did yesterday. If they die with this same affection or greater their souls will go to you. When you are stronger you can bring them back to life or send them to my father’s realm to rest and slowly reincarnate. They will learn new skills and have new experiences. This is a power of a God, even a demi-god. In turn, I’ll grow from your growth.

“So what should we do now?” Daska asked Nathan, his muzzle gently nuzzling against Nathan’s thigh.

“My master, it is up to you.” Nathan responded as he made nearby trees animate to pick up debris from the road.

Michael crossed his arms in thought, he felt like he should do something demi-god like. His mind expanded almost automatically, he knew the spell he wanted to cast. He took the combined magical skills from both males and directed the magic toward Nathan. There was a flash as Nathan stumbled back.

“Wha?” Nathan's legs and arms expanded into muscular arms that ended in hard hooves.

Nathan dropped to all fours as his chest expanded to equine proportions, his face stretched out till an equine like face. He gave a confused whinny as his ass pushed out of the loose robes. A small horn poked out of his skull, golden fur spread across his body. When his transformation was done, a clydesdale sized unicorn with a tiny green horn looked around curiously. Nathan nickered and cantered around the area with equine joy. Michael pushed the knowledge into his mind of the form, this would be the gift to his happy worshippers.

“What do you think, Daska?” Michael asked, a smug grin on his canine features.

Daska turned his head to the smaller equine and walked around with a critical eye. “A very good transformation. A sturdy back for carrying a much heavier partner, the most pretty blue eyes I’ve seen. His magic is stable so he doesn’t have to hold the energy to fuel it constantly. I’ve never seen so much power in a blessing.”

“Your cursed form shouldn’t have to worry about hurting him during your alone time, right?” Michael asked.

The pair looked at him quizzically. He blushed, “I mean, I thought it would help.”

The sheer joy flooding off of Nathan nearly floored him, Daska was trying his best to reign in his lust and happiness but Michael felt the infectious excitement. He rubbed under his muzzle and tried to think what a demi-god should do. He decided to just go with his gut and quickly gave the pair a warm hug around their necks. The two equines nuzzled him and snorted in thanks.

“Well get going, You only have a limited time with Daska in his normal body.” Michael waved them off as they trotted off into the forest.

Michael smirked as he walked back into town, as he traveled many people stopped to speak with him. Most of them didn’t seem as reverent as he expected instead there seem to be a bit of a familial connection. Merchants tended to try a little harder to get him to buy their product in hopes that it would be an open sponsorship. He barely made it to Firepit Plaza with nearly a king’s ransom worth of food and products.

Firepit Plaza was true to its name, a very rustic part of town with a massive open fire pit dotted with various meats and veggies. Most of the cooks were blessed by the boar and immune to the intense heat, they stepped on the grating with no ill effects. In the center standing almost twice as tall as the pig-men was Deb. She tended to a massive bison carcass as many of her followers worked around her. She whipped her head to look at Michael with a wide porcine smile.

“Oh my. Look at him. Someone got their worshipping cherry popped.” She said with a clack of her hands clasping.

“Is it that obvious?” Michael blushed standing outside the fire. He wasn’t sure of his own durability to being ignited.

“Doopy smile, confident looking eyes, manifested two realms of magic. Yep. Very obvious to those in the know.” She stepped off the fire pit as her pigs continued working.

“You invited me to a meal and I didn’t want to be rude, Miss Deb.” Michael raised his hands, a bit of power channeling through them. Magic was addicting once he learned how easy it was as a god. A deer already slain and big enough to need four of the large pig-men to carry it appeared between them.

“Well that isn’t very sporting. Where is your desire to hunt? Pffft what domain have you taken? Cooking?”

“Domain?” Michael asked.

Deb chuckled, “I can see little Ras is all about learning on your own. Well I’m not and he isn’t here to smite me for it. Yer a demi-God like me. All of us get bonded to a Domain, something that drives us. For me, it is family and conquest. So my little piglets give me an extra boost in power when they breed, hunt, and tend to their own. The big wolf is family and artistry, so when you guys create wonders for kin and hearth the big guy gets boon.”

Michael nodded as Deb dragged him away from her pit, “By the time I get back I expect a meal for three or I’m cooking one of you.” She teased.

Michael heard the pigs laugh but continue to cook at the same pace. There was a pleasant sense of comradery among them. No matter who dwelled in the village there was always a sense that you belonged. His nose began to twitch and he could smell the sheer amount of sexual fluid that was in the individual homes. A quick scan made him realize that most of the homes had ten to twenty residents. There had to be at least several hundred in his houses lining the square.

As they passed down another alleyway, he found two male blessed rutting. He blushed and almost backed out of the path before Deb snorted. “Trying to impress someone?”

The larger of the two pigs turned away revealing his entire backside, the other porcine male staggered to his feet and turned around. They shared an amused grin and scampered off, a spring in both their steps. Deb crossed her arms and sighed, there was an equally mischievous smile across her face.

“This happens often?” Michael asked with a blush.

“Sort of. Harrod and Erik take my blessing to another level. Part of my blessing pretty much makes them immune to any sexual illness so most of them just rut where they can. I’ve given the females painless birth and the children grow to adulthood in five or so years. If it wasn’t for me directly controlling birth rates there would be more of my blessed around here. It’s how I kept the war going with the wolf for a few hundred years.” Deb said while leading Micheal through the streets to a large building shaped like a barrel.

“This is a good spot.” She said.

They entered and all eyes turned to Michael, a few females started to move toward them but a simple shake of Deb’s head returned them to their seats.

Michael noticed that they arrived in a large bar, rather than individual tables or chairs, the area was dotted with large cushions. A large pink lumpy cushion seemed reserved for Deb as she melted right into it. Michael was brought an equally large cushion with cat patterns across it. The softness threatened to consume him as he relaxed.

“Would you like to begin learning your trade?” She said as a large pipe was brought to her.

“Yes. I would like to learn a little more. It would be nice to be helpful to Lord Ras.” Michael smiled.

“First stop the Lord thing. It’s impolite to the Great Wolf. Unless you are referring to him, his children should be addressed by their names or Wolf-Son. Now you have two followers so you atleast know that your abilities and knowledge is greatly amplified by followers. You are holding on to a fragment of a fragment of divinity. You can be killed but also revived long as Ras is alive. Ras can be revived by the Great Wolf. Domains are how you separate yourself as divinity, every demon and every celestial has them. The only difference is how it manifests.” She slowly watched the confusion spread across Michael’s face.

“Um. Is that like the beach that my Master -erm Ras placed in my home?”

She nodded, “Most likely.”

“Seems really complex to make one of those. I just learned some magic today.”

She shook her head, “Not at all. Well not at all for you. Close your eyes and think of your happy place. Tell me what you see.”

Michael closed his eyes, his mind drifted to the Holy Sanctuary. The large church stood at the edge of town, a large forest surrounded it with trained wolves that would go out and bring back meals for him to eat in preparation for his sacrifice. The attendants were kind if a little morose and they would teach him everything they thought might please the future Wolf-Son. The large stained glass windows depicted the Wolf defeating the Boar, Spider, and Cat Gods. A smile crossed his face as he remembered the stories.

“I think I have a place.” He described the location quickly.

“Good. Now picture in your head an object, something personal to you. Doesn’t matter what, a big dildo is just as valid as a shiny rock. Tell me what it is.”

Michael pictured his father’s anvil, the anvil had a chain attached to it where one of the older Wolf-Son’s used it as a bludgeon against a demon. The anvil had scratches where the demon tried to strike down the Wolf-Son and failed. It was the pride of his family. He described this as his own water pipe was offered to him.

“Now this is the final step. Push all of your magic into it. Even if you feel like you are going to die. Just push everything into it.” Deb said.

Michael reached out to his magic. It was a gentle magic that felt like cool leaves against his skin. He pressed it into the anvil in his mind, the mental images seem to shift and coil in his head. The scratch marks faded only to be replaced with metal leaves, the dull grey metal became a while almost transparent gem-like material. The object began to hum in a melodious manner that reminded him of a female bard. His head began to throb but his focus didn’t shift. The pushing shifted and suddenly the object was drawing in his magic, he tried to pull back on instinct but the strength was too great and his consciousness started to fade. In his confusion he touched something warm and soft.

“Oh shi-” Was the last thing he heard before everything went black.

***

Michael awoke with a start in a white bed, the sun was beaming down on him. He stood up on a balcony, his vision overlooking a forest that stretched into the horizon. There was a boar blessed leaning over the railing looking down at the massive anvil that glowed in the courtyard. The blessed male turned and looked to him with a look of naked fear. This was one of the bar staff, still dressed in his uniform that only consisted of a simple tunic and trousers.

“Are you gonna eat me?” He said nervously.

“Huh?” Was all Michael could manage with his headache. Thanks to his followers' experiences with magic he knew that this was mana fatigue and it would go away in minutes.

“I mean you kinda kidnapped me. Mr. Demi-God sir. That big altar there looks an awful lot like a place to shed blood. I should mention that I don’t taste very good, I also pray to the wolf everyday.” The servant mumbled.

“I’m pretty sure I’m not that kinda person. I’m just really bad at magic or really good. I don’t know yet.” Micheal really wanted a drink.

A mug of sweet apple juice appeared in his hand as quick as the thought came. “Okay.” Micheal dragged out the word.

Michael noticed that the drink tasted exactly like his favorite drink from his childhood. The apples were specially made from two cities away. “So can I have anything I think of here?”

He thought about how Ras moved celestial bodies in his domain, he slowly made the sun go from noon to twilight and back again. He made the trees grow and shrink a few times before his head started to hurt. It seemed that massive changes took their toll on his magic. He raised turn to see the servant nervously standing behind him.

“Um. I wanna try something, ask me for something. Anything you want.”

“Is that allowed?” The man mumbled.

“Don’t know. Let’s try it anyway.”

The servant nodded, “I wanna be a bit taller.” ‘It would be really weird to ask him for a bigger dick to impress Vanna. That’s how you get cursed.’

“You want a bigger dick to impress Vanna?” Michael said the words out loud before thinking about it.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the Wolf-Son’s chosen can read minds too. You can just eat me now before I die of embarrassment.” He lowered his gaze to the ground.

Michael gave a soft laugh, “Ras would like you. Okay, let’s do it. I will attempt to make you bigger, if you explode or die. I'm very sorry.”

Michael started to push his will at the boar blessed, but a hand appeared from nowhere and tugged his ear. He yelped and lost his focus. The small arm yanked him out of his domain and into the bar once again. He sat before an amused looking Ras and a nervous looking Deb.

Ras grinned and crossed his arms, “I leave you alone five seconds and you already start trouble. Deb probably didn’t mention that only higher divinity can reach a domain that isn’t theirs, she probably also didn’t think to tell you that you can only exit at shrines dedicated to you.”

Deb scratched her chin, “I didn’t think he would go there the moment he made one. It’s been several thousand years since I made mine. He needs to have a focus before you let him loose in the world.”

“Um the bartender is still-” Michael started

“I can’t just tell him what his domains are if they don’t suit his personality he might end up hating his new station. He can’t undo that.” Ras countered sipping on juice. Even though he was the smallest person in the room his presence drew everyone's attention.

“Well my way would at least let him explore his powers. Now he has a place of power.” Deb said.

Michael closed his eyes and felt for his Domain again. The structure was still in place, he could see that the servant was stuck on the balcony. No doors existed in the structure. He began adding rooms and a few nice things to help the little boar get down. He was a part of every inch of his domain, he felt every step inside of it. Every rustle of the trees, he even directed the wind with almost no effort. It was easier to shape the domain from the outside.

“Michael.” Deb said.

He focused on her leaving the pig to wander around unsupervised. “Yes.”

“Do you want to keep him?”

“Who?”

“My little boar, Juppy, he is only newly blessed and still unsure of himself. Technically you did murder him when you pulled him into your domain.” Deb said with a hand wave.

“I did what?!” Michael yelled.

“Michael look down and to your left.” Ras pointed.

Michael followed his finger and noticed a pile of ash in the shape of a man, the uniform covered most of it. “I didn’t mean to-”

Deb waved him off, “Mortal bodies are fine going into realms of those they are aligned with. He is one of the Wolf but he was blessed by me. Normally doing this to another’s followers could start a war or cause problems.”

“I just killed a guy! I should turn myself in, I never committed a crime. Crap. Crap.” Michael stood up and Ras gently pushed him back into the seat.

“You didn’t murder him. Deb is just being mean, what you did was more like taking him to heaven. I do mean that in the literal sense, domains are both a resting place for you and an afterlife for those who follow you. Newly born divinity tend to spend eons in there because they aren’t used to having so much power. My father gets around this by making our domains attached to his so we have all the power but there is so much to explore. I waited on showing you this because I didn’t want you to be a magical shut in,” Ras explained with a sigh, “Deb is right though, I should trust you more to make your own decisions but I should be providing the tools.”

“So what should I do?” Michael couldn’t tear his eyes away from the ash pile.

“Well he is yours. Completely. What do you want to do with him? You could return him to life if you have the power. You don’t at the moment, you’ll need a lot more followers for instant resurrection. You could reincarnate him, pick a person and their next child will be his soul completely clean and ready to join the living again. His old memories will remain in your domain to be picked up when he dies again. You can give him an awesome afterlife or you could torture him forever.” Ras explained.

“You will not torture him forever. I will take him back before I allow that sort of thing to any of my boars. They are good people.” Deb snorted a small gout of flame from her nose.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone.” Michael thought about how much power he held now. The weight of being a demi-god was far greater than he thought. In the back of his mind he noticed that Juppy was currently poking at the glowing anvil in his domain.

“What can I do in my domain?” Michael asked his ears pinned back in nervousness.

“You can do almost anything, creating new life usually takes a template. So if you wanted to make an apple you will need to understand an apple. This would mean either consuming one at some point or having a follower sacrifice one to your shrine. You can probably make a lot of animals since you’ve probably eaten many in the course of your life. The same is true for plants. Life made in the domain tends to die shortly outside of it unless you put a soul into it. As a demi-god your soul is big enough to put it in a few things but too much and you dissipate which would kill you in a very final way. Not even the Great Wolf could restore you.”Deb warned and conjured a simple bird.

The bird fluttered around the room for a few minutes before exploding into a bright light. “The bird is fine but back in my domain as it only had a little bit of energy.”

Michael thought about this and leaned back into the cushion, “Can demi-gods go into other demi-gods domains?”

The pair paused, “Yes but it’s usually private and done with close friends. A domain is a personal thing. It’s like looking at someone's more personal and deepest thoughts. To see a domain is to see a divine’s soul.” Deb finally answered.

“So I couldn’t go to yours to see what you did with your followers Miss Deb?” Michael asked.

Deb took a long drag of her pipe and smiled. “You can on one condition.”

Michael swallowed and nodded, “What condition?”

“When you get ten followers, you’ll let me see your domain.” She grinned wickedly.

Michael looked to Ras who shrugged, “You’ve seen my domain. It’s an open invitation for you. I cannot make that choice for you.”

“Okay. I accept.” Michael said.

Deb nodded and blew out a gout of flames that formed into a shimmering door. “Ras, I can’t stop you from coming in but I’d rather keep this private.”

Ras nodded, “I’ll be here when you both get back from your trip.”

Deb stepped through with a beckoning wave to Michael. She watched as the pair shared a hug and he followed her. “You might be surprised at what you see. Feel free to comment and do what comes naturally.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.”

***

Michael stood over the ramparts of a sprawling castle, fires burned in every direction. Arrows were being fired at different groups of large muscular boar blessed. Many wore warpaint of bright blue while the ones charging the gate wore uniforms of the deepest black. There was pure chaos as Michael watched as a black armored pig climbed onto the ramparts. He grabbed a smaller boar blessed and tossed him over the side.

“No!” Michael yelled, leaping off the side and grabbing the boar blessed, he used his body as a cushion as they crashed into the dirt.

“Are you okay?” Michael asked while helping the pig to his feet.

“A wolf,” The male said, picking himself up. “Please tell me you are on our side. That would be a big help, we’ve been getting our asses handed to us.”

“Why are you fighting, isn’t this the afterlife?”

The pig gave him a smile, “Of course this is our reward! We can fight all we like!”

Another pig crept up behind him as they spoke, Michael reacted and punched the armored pig in his chest. The force dented the metal and sent the pig down with pulped organs . Michael’s eyes widened as he stepped back. In a single day he killed two people already. He watched as the pig stood up and removed his armor. He gave Michael a sour look as his body shifted from a big burly male to a smaller female with an exaggerated bust. Within seconds the newly made female was dressed in a flowing pink robe and wearing a crest of an white anvil with green leaves on her shirt.

“Well I have never been in this faction before.” The female snorted and fell in line behind Michael.

“Nobody dies here. You fatally injure someone and they are part of your army. Your main castle is safe but all outposts like this one are capable of being invaded and converted. After a year, the whole thing resets at the end of the festival.” The blue armored pig explained before hefting a cudgel, “Since I never got to fight the real wolf-sons in life, mind giving me a duel. If I win, I’m gonna enjoy making so many puppies with you.”

Deb landed between them with enough force to rock the ground and she grinned at Michael. “Family and Conquest. My domain is an eternal war with no victims, those who wanna fight just need to step outside their kingdoms. Those who want to live peacefully can do so as well. I like to call it a peaceful rampage.” She chuckled as the nearby pigs bowed.

“Do they like it here?” Michael asked.

“Of course. It was their suggestion. They were bored with nothing to do and I was a young Goddess with no clue on how mortals worked. They like the struggle, they love having time to share in past glories here. They can act out their wildest fantasies of victories that they have no moral worries about. This little guy has dominated the world a few times, other times he was on his back popping out babies for some other upstart warlord. There is as much luck as there is skill here.” Deb explained while flexing her muscles. “I believe this midget challenged you to a duel. You should accept it. Experience my domain fully.”

“You sure I won’t kill them by accident?” Michael asked.

“Here? Not at all. I’m in full control even if you used all your might they would just come back a few seconds later under your command.” Deb sighed, “You are representing the wolf, act like your balls are more than just decorations.”

Michael nodded, “By the Great Wolf. I will let loose, I want to see what I can do, but I’m scared of hurting people. I can’t do that here. Fine!”

Michael paused with a thought. “Which side am I on in this mock battle?”

Deb snorted, “The only side that matters. Yours. Now spend a few hours, ravage, pillage, rape, defend, save, restore. Hold nothing back and see what building a domain is all about.”

Michael pulled magic into himself and scaled the walls with bare claws, the feeling of power was a rush that he never felt. The first pigs reacted with surprise training their arrows on him, with a wave of his hands a blast of green energy turned the wooden bow into useless lumps of wood. The next few seconds happened in a blur. Michael slapped the first pig with an open palm. The helmet shattered like glass along with his foes head. A new feminine head with white green armor coated the body turned to the foes and charged with him.

They were cut down like weeds, Michael’s training was one of self defense but he had the knowledge of an adept druid and a unicorn aiding him. By the time he jumped off the ramparts he had a small army on the walls still fighting for him. The feeling was incredible, there was little enjoyment in the violence but the rush of using his power unrestrained tickled him. He stepped up to the castle entrance. A pig ran behind him in black armor, he turned to face the pig.

“Hey what about our duel?” He wheezed.

“Oh right. Sorry about that. You said something about making puppies with me, right?” He asked.

“Yeah.” The boar gave a lecherous grin and drew a small blade.

A thought crossed Michael's mind, "Miss Deb are you still around?"

'I'm everywhere, kiddo. Whatcha want?' Her voice entered his head.

"He wants to duel me and do terrible things to me if I lose. Can I keep him if I win?" Michael wasn't sure if it was the powers or just his own giddiness but he felt like nothing could stop him.

'No no. He’s still my follower, but I'll give you something just as good if you can beat him by using your own abilities. You are drawing too much on skills that aren't your own. Feel for your own power and rock him.' Deb giggled as she withdrew her connection.

The blade thrust came quickly. Michael slapped the hand to the side and punched at his foe. Rather than crumple like the others did, he just grinned. Five more thrusts came. Michael dodged but he was nowhere near the level of skill of this warrior.

The duel continued along the stairs, Michael took a knee to the stomach with enough force to send him up the stairs. The warrior stood over him, with a smug smile. "This is the best that you got. I want a real wolf to fight, gimme something worthwhile."

Michael felt weaker with every blow, something wasn’t right. Every swing of his fist felt like he was trying to punch underwater. The joy of combat was gone, he didn’t know why he enjoyed it in the first place. Another blade thrust managed to catch him in the stomach, it didn’t hurt like a blade should but rather felt like an uncomfortable itch. The Warrior brought the blade out and pushed him back, with almost casual grace he tossed the blade toward Michael’s throat.

A black muzzle caught the blade by the hilt, the warrior stared up in awe. Standing over Michael was a wolf-like woman she wore no clothes but a dangling silver anvil-shaped amulet hung from her neck. She smiled and winked her golden eyes at him.

“Avia.” Michael whispered. He had never seen this black wolf blessed but he knew her. He knew her so deeply that it hurt.

“So that is my name. Thank you, creator.” She smiled and turned to the Pig.

“Oh now that isn’t fair. Two on one?” He snorted and drew a second blade.

Avia shook her head, “Not at all. You won. I’m here to help you make lots of piglets. My creator lacks the necessary parts and this domain is incapable of changing him.”

“Uh. So your gonna fuck me?” He said with a lecherous grin.

“Till my creator calls me back. So let’s get away from the battlefield and find a nice quiet place to sheath that sword.”

Michael watched as Avia tucked the large pig under her shoulder and darted away, ‘Dear Creator Michael, thank you for this life.’ She silently prayed to him as she weaved through the burning buildings.

“What the absolute fuck!” Deb said as she appeared from the ether. “You lucky bastard. You gloriously lucky bastard. Ras is going to shit a brick learning about this.”

Michael was yanked from the battlefield to a small village nestled in a snowy mountainside. There was no combat but a bustling marketplace with various creatures. Judging by where he felt Avia at, he was almost a quarter million miles away from the battle.

“Did I do something right?”

Deb tilted her head, “You did it so naturally that you didn’t even notice, you made a living being with a soul in another’s domain. I thought your domain would be something pack or violence oriented. I was so wrong you started to weaken.”

“So that was why he was winning?” Michael offered to salvage his pride.

“He has been fighting and killing for two centuries, he would have won as long as you didn’t use magic on him. He is one of my own blessed, he is what you are to Ras. To make a long story short, Your current domain is creation. Creation is one of the rarest domains, it is the only domain that can make souls without fracturing their own. Instead of just collecting them, you can make life. If you managed to become pure divinity every demon and god from all angles is going to want to be your best friend.”

“Is that a good thing?” Michael swallowed.

Deb chuckled and led him over to a blacksmith forge, “Alright little crafter. I want you to make something alive. Anything you want just think about it and let it flow.”

Michael thought about someone that would love Deb’s domain. He lifted a hammer and began to strike at the anvil. It was amazing he felt something shape as he struck, he didn’t need to strike but he had learned forging, like everything else, to please a wolf-son. The shape in his mind was something large, fierce, and canine. He gave it large, transparent, bull-like horns and a thick coat of fur that would change colors to suit the environment. A blush crossed his face as he gave it a very large cock with enough muscles to carry a full sized pig blessed along. He hoped the perverted swine would enjoy that. As he thought about it, he wanted it playful. A creature that would see this world as a big game rather than a horrid hellscape of war. He made it smart and gave it the ability to speak. His final addition was to tap Daska’s knowledge of divine magic and make it capable of healing. He tied this desire to heal to its sexuality.

“It’s finished.” He said as the creature climbed out of the forge.

“I’ll say it is… My asshole just shivered at the thoughts going through that beast's mind.

“It’s all yours.” Michael grinned.

“You don’t feel tired or empty do you?”

Michael shook his head, if anything he felt stronger than he did before entering her domain. “I feel like I could make so many more things. I feel happy.”

“Good. So what do you think of domains?”

“I think I want mine a bit less murderous.” He said with a chuckle.

Deb nodded and stroked the fur of the creature. “What do we call it?”

“His name is Farro and his species will be called, Ironside Wolves.”

The Ironside wolf turned to them, “So if I understand your will correctly, I’m to live in this place and do as I please?”

Michael shook his head, “You are to follow Deb. I think she will want you to fight a bunch of boars forever.”

Deb snorted, “Fight? I want you to leave them soaked in your juices and thanking you for it.”

Michael severed his connection to the creature as Deb made her own. Deb turned to him and pulled a pink ball of energy from her chest. She tossed it to him and it sank into his skin. Instantly her knowledge of boar was his own, he could make everything porcine with the efficiency of a former God. Michael grinned at the ideas that came to mind, he turned back to the anvil and quickly began hammering out a new creature.

“Whatcha making?” Deb asked.

“A Vanna revision.”

He pulled on Juppy’s memories, the smell of the large porcine woman. How her golden hair billowed in the morning breeze, how she always chose to eat refined even when he ate like a savage. She was intelligent and strong while being so close that she was accessible to him as a friend. Michael understood why Juppy loved this woman so much. While he couldn’t have Vanna in his domain, he could create someone that filled the same role with his own twist. He made her as tall as Juppy while adding a deep black to her hair.

“I think I understand my calling. My life has been dictated by service and crafting. My father wanted me to make things for my god. My mother taught me to serve as a noble so that I wouldn’t embarrass him. Even your own servants wanted me to make babies. A small part of me wonders how it would feel to make life. I can and I feel so happy. Thank you.” Tears streamed down Michael’s face.

“Well I’m glad to help but you're getting a litt-” Michael’s raised hand stopped Deb.

“You also helped me learn another part of myself. I like sex, I really like it. I can feel the sexual desires of Juppy in my realm. I want to hold him down and love him, I want to be loved by him. I want to make someone that he can love like no other. It’s not just sex, I want everyone to feel as I do but not for me. I want them to feel that way for Ras. I think my domain is creation and love. I want to make happy things, lovely people, and I want people to see beings such as Vanesssa and love them.”

Deb nodded. “I think you’ve spent enough time here, kiddo. I hope to see what you do with my piggies and your wolves. Maybe I’ll convince you to make a few more things for me.”

Deb snapped her hoof like fingers. The pair reappeared in the mortal world, both were seated exactly where they were before they left. Michael’s muzzle was still streaked with tear stains, a ghost of a smile danced across his face.

“Have fun?” Ras said then felt Michael’s raw emotion. “Wow you really had something special.”

“I… I feel so happy." Michael rubbed his muzzle. "I'm an eight foot tall demi-god wolf man that is so excited to serve my people and my God."

Ras smirked, "Oh. So I can look forward to seeing you excited when I grab your butt?"

Michael snorted and stood on the table, the various eyes in the room nervously looked at the creature who just ashed one of the servers. "Everyone! I want you to meet Lord Ras. This wolf lord is not like the former one. He has given me new life to create and serve you. All of you."

Michael didn't need to force his power as he sent his memory of him bottoming for Ras into the minds of everyone in the city. He allowed everyone to feel his nervousness, his excitement, and finally, his love.

"I have lived in the town a very long time. Many of you may have seen me at the various churches." He revealed flashes of his life leading up to the first day he met Ras.

"My master is one of Mercy and tolerance. I hope to follow in his footsteps. The Great Wolf teaches skill and loyalty. My passions are that of forge and love. I have always served this city and that will never change. Those that would rather make a sword than hold one or hold a lover instead of striking down a foe. My shrines will shine brightly for you.” Michael finished cutting the connection.

“Well… You know that you can project without sharing every sensation. As much as I’d love to feel both your cocks in me. I would rather do it in my own form than that of a wolf.” Deb said, licking her lips.

“I think if I showed them everything without the mystique then they might understand their Gods better. I fully expected to die by Ras’ paw when I was a sacrifice. Then I expected to be nothing more than a sex slave to him. Our bath attendent thought I was going to rape him just because I was in this form. We love the Great Wolf but there is so much we don’t know.” Michael said leaning back in his cushion.

Ras considered his servants words and smirked while taking a bite of some offered meat. “I can’t believe you are so mature for someone who was so docile. There is something amusing I don’t think you’ve realized. I cannot leave the Great Wolf’s domain, I am tied to this village by our agreement. You’ve come to understand I am a God. Not a Demi-God even though my powers are limited here.”

“I see. That doesn’t matter. I won’t leave unless you command me to. No matter how special my abilities or how strong I grow. You are my lover. My God. You commanded me to teach and service you. Thanks to you and Miss Deb, I can serve you in ways that I never knew possible and I can serve my home just as much.” Michael smiled.

“Speaking of serving your town. A small army of elderly folks, injured humans, and… A unicorn are coming to our little hideout.” Deb remarked.

“Time to make good on your offer, I wanna see how you do without my presence to sway anyone.” Ras said and slid into Michael's shadow.

“Well time to make some cash.” Deb snorted and stood behind the bar. She quickly changed the prices to almost ten times their original value. “Nobody bothers Michael without paying for a drink.”

***

Juppy chopped wood in the forest. He was almost halfway through making his log cabin. He swung the blade down only to have it stop as a furred hand grabbed the shaft. He looked up to see a black wolf-son. The very being that sent him here, standing before him. He dropped to one knee in reverence.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know this forest was sacred. I just couldn’t stay in the empty castle.” Juppy said.

Michael shook his head, “I’m not upset. This forest and the castle are open to all. I’m only here in spirit. I wanted to talk to you while I’m busy in the mortal plane.”

“Yes lord.” Juppy said. “Does that mean I’m somewhere else.”

Michael nodded, “You lost your body when I made this place. It was an accident but one I cannot fix yet.”

“Well dying didn’t hurt but shouldn’t I go to Deb’s battlefield.”

“Normally yes, but I messed that up for you. So I wanted to make things better for you here till I can bring you back. I found a friend for you. A… relative of Vanna’s that seemed pretty keen on meeting you.” Michael gestured to a clearing where Vanessa was currently approaching with her own axe.

“Wow. She’s um… pretty.”

“She is also single, very horny, and most of all : interested in you.”

“Me? Why?”

“Well there are only two boar blessed here and I wanted to make sure you were happy.” Michael said as his cock started to harden. In spirit form he was just tall enough that his cock lined up with the other males face.

“My lord, You seem to be um… excited about something.”

Michael blushed, “You’ll have to forgive me. I feel every emotion here, your excitement is my excitement. I want to ravage you both but while I know my master would approve of me doing that.. I prefer to keep my selections of direct partners limited to my most devout.”

“Your cock is the size of my arm and I’m not sure what happens if I die a second time.” Juppy chuckled, “That dick is scary.”

“Agreed. My master made me this way, I wonder if he planned for me to fight people using it as a bludgeon.” Michael laughed. “I have a duty for you if you want it.”

“Anything my-”

“Call me Michael. I think taking your soul means we at least are on a first name basis. I’m your friend even if you don’t know it yet.” Michael said.

Juppy nodded, “You are less scary than I thought you’d be.”

“Several unblessed humans are going to be coming here, they are near death and want a peaceful afterlife. The castle is nice but it’s not really a home yet. I would like you to build a village with them, soon I am going to fill this domain with many forms of life. I have people on the outside that will guide me on how to be a demi-god but I need the people here to remind me of where I came from. Would you be interested in being this village's leader?”

Juppy swallowed, “Sir. I’m a bartender. Not even a good one, I mostly just give people drinks and smokes.”

Michael nodded, “Three days ago, I was a well trained sacrifice and now I’m the second most powerful person in Iron Village. Today I ripped through a God's army and learned that I don’t really care for violence. Yesterday I-”

“Master. He is so freaking cute!” Vanessa said while approaching. “The memories don’t really do him justice.”

Michael grinned, “Cute, single, and he is good with his hands.”

Juppy opened his mouth and closed it again. “Hi.”

“Vanessa is also going to assist you if you choose to be a leader.”

“Eh. I’d be around him even if he didn’t want to be a leader, though it's not like you have some grand plan. Just tell him you are wingin’ it.” Vanessa said bluntly.

“Avia seemed much more polite.” Michael chuckled.

“Avia is also a nine foot tall puff ball of horniness. I saw what she did on that battlefield and I feel like a virgin just watching it.”

Michael grinned, “You are a virgin.”

“But I know as much about sex as you did.”

“That is all of two experiences.” Michael said then paled, “You also have all of Nathan’s experiences…”

Juppy looked between the pair and began cutting wood again. “We need food and game, I’d recommend putting a lot of wolves and boars here. Seeing them in the wild is good luck. I don’t know what else to ask of you but I’ll take the job. What kinda moron would refuse a God. I’m not getting cursed on top of getting killed.”

“I want to make this place presentable so when my master and Miss Deb arrive they don’t think I’m just going to be running a forest. My Master’s realm is a vast beach, Miss Deb’s realm is an insane battle orgy. I need something that reflects who I am.” Michael said tilting his head back and forth.

Avia appeared from the treeline, a winged bunny the size of a carriage being dragged behind her. “Does this work?”

“Huh. How did you know I wanted a bunny?”

“Unlike Juppy who is his own soul, or Vanessa who is only a piece of your soul with memories of the boar blessed. I was created with only the desire to help you. I am your desire to not lose your humanity. I am your desire to keep yourself for Ras. I am lust unchecked and aggression restrained. I am Avia the first Avatar of Michael the Smith of Ras. I am thankful for this trust.”

“Seems like leader material.” Juppy said staring at her large breasts.

“Not at all. Michael doesn’t like to lead, if I was leader I would have already violated all of you and left you a dripping mess. Instead I am here only to serve his will. Which is to serve the residents here. I am blessed to know his will without his bias. He needs you to be a source of humanity, he needs me to be a source of inhumanity.” Avia towered over all of them as her eyes glowed gold. “I can also use the forge in his stead.”

Vanessa gulped, “Why do I get the feeling that as soon as he leaves, we are going to have to watch our backs and backsides.”

Avia lowered her head and licked at Vanessa’s face, “I’ll wait till you’ve made your home then we can see about playing some fun games during the night.”

“Okay. She scares the shit outta me.” Juppy said.

Michael felt her thoughts and chuckled, “She isn’t going to rape anyone but she isn’t wrong about what she is. She is radiating a submissive desire to please. If anything she is hoping that you’ll violate her. By the Great Wolf is that really how I am?”

Avia turned to him, “Master during the course of this conversation, you’ve doubled the length of Juppy’s ‘sword’ and widend Vanessa's hips a little more. You made my flying rabbits breed all year round and have a distinct interest in porcine traits. You also created several dozen small black and brown wolf-like beings that resemble Lord Ras, they seem to be just there as a new race of sexually charged beings that survive solely off of semen and vaginal fluids. If anything my lovely Creator. I have much to learn from you.”

Michael blushed, “Knowing that my master also seems to love shapely bottoms, I did the same for Juppy as well. Even the first time we met he squeezed the rump of many of the attendants we passed.”

Juppy looked down and felt his legs, he was indeed a bit more shapely than he remembered. He looked between his legs and immediately dropped to his knees. “Great Savior! Holy Michael! You are the best.”

Avia casually rubbed at Vanessa's hair, “They can’t grow if you just keep attending to them like a worried Mother. I think it is best if you let them learn a bit on their own. Otherwise they will grow up spoiled and needy.”

Michael sighed, he understood how a god could get lost in their own realms. Everything felt so right and easy. Even in spirit he wanted to stay, but he pushed his focus back to the mortal plane as the constant murmur of unblessed surrounded him. He noticed that most of them weren’t from the Iron village. Daska grinned smugly from the corner and offered him a thumbs up.

An eldery woman stood up, “I’m not sure if you remember me, Wolf-Blessed Michael, I was the attendant at your ceremony when Lord Ras appeared. I distinctly remember him squeezing my rump and being quite kindly to my staff. I am getting along in years and have put my best years of fighting behind me. I wish for a quiet life when I push off this mortal coil. Many of the wolf-sons offer a life of hunting alongside them. Lord Ras seems to have taken to the crafters and servants of this land. He has also taken to directing many of us to seek him out through you."

"Oh. Yes I remember you. Lord Ras squeezed your behind when I was freed." Michael added, gaining amused laughter from the other servant women.

"Yes. None of us realized that was a blessing till one of the girls sprouted a tail. We've all been cured or helped by his affections." She added.

Michael nodded, "Ras is a powerful yet gentle God. Every guardian of our village has a statue in the main churches courtyard. I am sure they have already started on his but I would make an offer to all of you. We should build a temple for this peaceful guardian."

"Are we hiring the Iron Lord's for it? A mastercraft temple is not going to be cheap." A scholarly male said.

Michael shook his head, "No. We will build it ourselves, every plank of wood and every stone will be mined, cut, and forged by our hands."

"That's a tall order for such a small crowd." Nathan said to the assembled people. "There are mostly elderly here."

"Yes but we have a druid, a unicorn, and a wolf and pig blessed." Michael said before smiling. "Of course. I will provide blessings and payment to all those involved. Daska will be in charge of finding more people to aid us. You will be responsible for finding wood and stone. I will, with Lord Ras, sanctify the grounds."

Deb snorted, "Since I like you furry butts so much. I'll even sweeten the deal. Those of Ras or Michael's blessing drink for free until the church is complete."

"Can you afford that, Miss Deb?" Michael asked.

She grinned, "Wolf-boy I've been drinking since I've been alive. I can get everyone on the planet drunk including the great monsters and barely break a sweat. My domain is Conquest that includes business conquest. I'm about to have a bunch of free advertising."

An old man stepped to the front of the crowd, he was dressed in heavy leather and bore the sign of the Black Wolf. A separate sect of the main wolf church. He sat down in front of Michael and smiled. "I have one question for you before I make my decision."

"What decision?" Michael asked.

"Pay attention child. You are a Creator demi-god, it has been felt by those sensitive enough to notice. It is also a fast track to divinity unlike the sow woman there. You could become your own God in a single life time. I need to know when you finally shed Ras' influence and become your own minor God. What is your plan for this world?"

Michael felt a crushing weight on his soul, he didn't just feel hapless. He was insignificant as a bug before a dragon. It took all of his might to move his mouth, he felt this man's influence darken his soul to the point even his domain was shrouded in night.

"I," tears came to his eyes from the effort, "will stay with Ras. The power I gain or lose doesn't matter. I was born for this and I want this."

The man snickered, "Love is its own reward eh? You are very much like him. Ras has always been a loner and taken to mortals at a distance. Keep him like this and you have my blessing to live in my lands without fear."

"Who are you?" Michael gasp as the pressure lifted.

The old man tilted his head like a confused dog. "Your God, boy."

"The wolf lord? He hasn't visited us once since the last war." Michael stuttered.

The man chuckled, "You have a domain and keep the company of divinity. You should know that you don't have to be a physical presence to interact with that which you own. I look forward to seeing this child of mine being less of a shut in than the other. Good luck and do occasionally trouble that old World-Eater for me. She has gotten fat in her peace."

"Yeah yeah. You weren't saying that when I was tossing you through mountains." Deb snickered as the elderly god grinned at her.

"This is true. Though I am a busy wolf, being father to countless children. I will be off until this one is strong enough to join my domain. Let's see if you and my boy can make him understand what function he will serve." The man vanished as quickly as he appeared.

Michael looked around for Ras but he felt the presence cowering within his realm rather than his shadow. 'I'm not afraid of my own father but he has a habit of going overboard with his affection. Leveling cities by accident overboard.'

A mental image of the great wolf howling hard enough to turn mountains into valleys flashed in Michael's mind. He shivered.

Michael clapped to get everyone's attention as they looked around for signs of the wolf lord.

"I think it's time we all get an understanding of what it means to worship the wolf." He said leading them all out of the door.

***Several Hours Later***

Demi-God or not, All beings needed rest. Micheal slept in his bed with his god on top of him as the world's softest blanket. Though their bodies rested, his mind drifted down into his domain. The moment he entered Avia gently nudged at their bond. Her excited washing over him like a warm breeze. He focused his attention on the clearing that now sported a large log cabin. The sounds of sex echoed from the cabin as Juppy and Vanessa made love.

“Thank you for coming Michael. You’ve made some interesting creatures, these smaller wolf-kin are excitable little people. They have taken to your village leader like a fish to water.”

Michael beamed happily which made Avia shiver in delight. “One of them is about to attack Juppy in a few minutes.”

“Attack?” Michael questioned.

“Only the best way I could describe their appetites.” She said.

Juppy stepped out of his cabin with a proud look on his face, the pleasure rolling off of him was enough to invigorate Michael. The porcine male strutted proudly out in the warm night air, his cock still slick with fluids as he wandered in blissful afterglow. He was already getting hard again as he stepped over to the bushes nearest a hidden wolf-kin. While all of the wolf-kin were modeled after Ras, most of them ranged in colors from a dull gray to a sandy gold to this wolf-kin’s brown fur.

“Whew. Thank you lord Michael for this fat cock and fatter ass to put in! I won’t if ‘Nessa will let me put it in her butt next?” Juppy chuckled to himself, he pointed his cock in toward the bush.

A tiny form launched itself at him and knocked him to the ground. “Hello, big guy.” The wolf-kin smiled with a playful wag of his tail.

Juppy looked up and tilted his head, “Your one of the young things Michael made, right?”

“I’m wolf-kin and I’m an adult. We don't get any bigger than this. My name is Dali, I’m also the pack leader of these parts. You are Juppy, and you are the village leader. We need to talk for a moment.” Dali leaned over him and licked at his neck.

Michael immediately sent power toward the wolf-kin in an effort to get him off. Ras’ power immediately canceled the action. ‘Please allow this to continue. I wanna see what happens.’

‘Alright.’

“Thanks Grandpa.” Avia whispered.

“Okay. Can I get up?” Juppy whispered nervously.

Dali shook his head, “You’ve built one building so far, one building is not a village. So I wanted to offer my services and that of my whole pack to help you build the village.”

“That’s nice, so why the sudden attack. I don’t think you could eat me if you tried.” Juppy said resting on the ground with his hands moving to pet the smaller male.

“Well...That’s the thing. My pack is very horny and no matter how much we screw each other, it isn’t any better than jerking off. It seems we need being outside of the domain to truly feel complete. Lady Vanessa is the same way. Even touching you like this makes me feel so right.” Dali noted while sliding down till his rump was pressed against Juppy’s rod.

“Are you asking what I think you're asking? You want to have sex with me?” Juppy said, his heart thundering in his chest.

“Not just that, I want at least one of my kind for every new soul that enters your village. We have males and females for every kind of taste. We want to create memories with those we were created to serve. I feel it is only right as a leader to be paired with the leader of the first village.” Dali turned around and began sniffing at Juppy’s cock.

“What about Vanessa?”

Dali wagged his tail across Juppy’s belly, “Is she not a leader? Unlike you, I can simply ask her through our link to this domain. She likes the idea of more helpers but she wants to make sure you are comfortable fucking me. She may look like a sow but she was made of Michael’s divinity. She wants your happiness more than any other here.”

Juppy blushed as Dali quietly cleaned his cock of every drop of Vanessa’s juices, every swipe of his tongue left a trail of lubricating saliva. Michael noticed several additions to his wolf-kins designs. Self-lubricating anus, a tongue capable of transferring a sensation of lust, a nose that can smell arousal from ten miles away. Avia had been busy while he was away, they were all changes he considered but wasn’t sure if he wanted to inflict that on the poor boar.

‘Avia seems to be made of pure horny.’ Ras commented.

“Grandpa, it’s your fault as much as Michaels. You did such a good job on his backdoor, that he had to make another creature to contain the ‘horny.’” Avia teased.

‘Grandpa?’ Ras snickered, ‘Shouldn’t I be dad two?’

“Grandparents give the best gifts and what better gift is there than having a Creator that just wants me to make things and make things happy? You are definitely, Grandpa.”

Michael felt Ras consider it and a wave of pleasure washed over him and Avia. ‘I accept this. Well little Avia, I noticed that Dali and the other wolf-kin have average to small equipment.’

Avia smiled very widely, her canine tongue lolling out for a moment, “My Creator’s tastes aren’t as forward as your own. He leans toward cute, I believe it would make the human’s more comfortable with them. They can mount males or females even virginal ones without difficulty though they could each take my creator inside of them without discomfort.”

‘My ‘equipment is bigger than Dali’s legs.’ Michael chimed in and focused on Dali, a quick glance told him that Dali’s pelvis and ribcage was modified to have connective ligaments that could allow him to take almost any cock without damage. ‘I stand corrected.’

The pair trailed off as they noticed Vanessa stepping out of the house, from her waist down she was covered in semen. It looked as if Juppy was well on his way to coating her body in his seed, she quivered as she walked in near constant orgasm. The realization that every boar-blessed had orgasms that lasted almost a half`hour was not lost on the group. She slowly shuffled to the pair and sat down in the grass with a splat.

“Hey.” Another wolf-kin lept out of the bushes at her but, unlike Juppy, she grabbed the smaller female and tossed her back into the same bush. “You are too slow to try that with me.”

“So Lady Vanessa, You already know what I want but Mayor Juppy wants your take all the same.” Dali said his gaze lowering to Vanessa's large breasts, the way they gleamed in the moonlight made him pray for more females from the outside.

“Juppy.” Vanessa said while scooting closer and rubbing on Dali’s head, “While I am made for you, I am my own sow. I can make my own decision and I am not compelled to do anything I didn’t choose to do.”

“What does that mean?” Juppy asked while Dali simply ground his fuzzy butt against the boar’s cock.

“It means that Dali is roleplaying. Wolf-kin would be similar to the summoned wolves of the Great Wolf’s priest. They can refuse orders but doing a command is extremely pleasurable. Dali isn’t lying but he is not telling you that he would help you build anyway. He just wants us exclusively from his pack.” She grinned and looked at Dali. “Dali, could you get me an apple out of that tree?”

Dali rolled off of Juppy and climbed a nearby tree. He quickly plucked a few apples and dropped down. As he offered them to Vanessa, he shivered in delight. Precum dripped from his small cock. “Here you go, Lady V. Oh ruiner of fun, oh spoiler of my fantastic roleplay.”

“Perish the thought, little wolf-kin.” Vanessa grinned, “I’m making it more exciting. While I eat, I’d like you to lick every drop of cum from my body. You should be familiar with Juppy’s taste if you are going to be his only wolf-kin.”

Juppy rolled to all fours and lowered his head in supplication toward the moon. “Lord Ras, I am grateful for this wonderful afterlife. If anything I can do to show my pleasure toward you, never hesitate to ask. I, Juppy Barhand, am yours and your master’s dutiful servant forever.”

Michael nearly reeled mentally from the sheer love being driven his way. ‘What is this?!’

‘Faith. My dear Michael. Considering the level, it’s almost as strong as your faith toward me. Juppy doesn’t just believe in you, he loves you with all his heart. He is still a little unsure of himself but faith toward you is faith toward me so I feel these bursts just as much.’ Ras spoke as he grinned. ‘We should appear before them soon.’

The pair watched as Dali moved down between Vanessa’s legs, his tongue flicked out in slow meaningful licks to clean the still warm semen. He shivered in pleasure as his cock throbbed on the edge of cumming. The sensation of lust washed over Michael as he watched his creations and Juppy play with one another. Even the wolf-kin hiding in the woods were aroused from the sensual licking.

‘Ras. I can feel them all. It's so much.' Even in his incorporeal state, Michael strained to keep his arousal down.

He felt their lusts, their passions and even their love for each other. He knew that Vanessa desired to see Juppy rail the wolf-son while she was being licked. He knew that Avia desired to hunt the stray female and would play with her body as she crafted new forms for her target. Juppy was torn about making Vanessa jealous but he was so curious he was worried about ruining an already good thing. Dali was the most interesting, he wanted to create a bond between his kind and the new village before anyone else arrived.

Juppy stood up and stepped behind Dali, his cock resting from the top of their rump down to the middle of their back. They were so small that Juppy briefly considered if he could even fit inside. “You sure you want this? Both of you?”

The wolf-kin turned his attention to juppy and rolled his golden eyes. “I’m more made for dick than a cocksleeve enchanted by a wizard.”

‘I know I read that line in a book somewhere. How does he-’ Michael paused, ‘Do all the wolf-kin have my memories?’

Avia nodded from her position behind a tree, “The wolf-kin have your knowledge but not your experience. Their language, maturity, and interest are copied from you but they developed their own personality as they explore this domain. I have all of your memories and experiences but I am driven by your direct desire. Dali rose to his position within the first few hours by wrestling the others into submission. It was pretty hot.”

Juppy snorted, “New life, new rules I guess.”

Michael watched as Juppy placed his cock head against Dali’s tiny hole. Dali pushed back and yelped, his eyes widening from the sudden stretching. Michael had to restrain a gasp, he felt it! He felt the cock going into Dali and he felt the sensation of Juppy’s shaft sinking into Dali.

‘Gotta love that omnipresence in your domain. It will get less sensitive as you get more people and creations here.’ Ras noted while suppressing a sigh. ‘Since you are a part of me, I’m feeling it too.’

“Juppy, you’re being too gentle with him. Give him what he really wants.” Vanessa said before pressing the wolf-kin’s head deeper between her legs.

An invisible flare of magic pulsated out from Dali. The entire forest reacted like a struck beehive. Wolf-kin ran into the clearing, some of them holding hands, others kissing, some wrestling in the grass. One female stepped behind Juppy and began to gently trace her claws along his skin, the claws left deep green trails as she began to draw on his body like a canvas. Another wolf-kin began whittling at a block of wood, while watching the trio.

Juppy ignored the others for a moment while he slammed into Dali, the smaller male gave a muffled cry of pleasure. He was surprised that he didn’t bottom out inside of his partner. Juppy let out a snort that resembled a soft squeal. He gripped the males hips tightly and slammed into him like a boar in rut. Tight warmth engulfed his cock with every thrust. He leaned over the male and gripped his ear in his mouth. Each thrust ended with a gentle tug. It didn’t take long before Juppy came.

Dali felt the cock swelling in him, the sudden rush of seed was nothing like he could produce. The porcine cock poured into him like a wave. He could feel the pressure building in his body. The cock twitched again and a second flood of cum entered his body, he could feel his belly getting heavy. Finally he felt the cock slide out with an audible pop. The warmth in his belly didn’t leave, instead he felt like he had eaten the most delicious meal. He shuddered in pure joy as he lazily lapped at Vanessa’s slit.

A sound like a ringing hammer echoed across the landscape, Michael appeared with Ras riding on his shoulder. “Hey. Looks like everyone was having fun.”

A few of the wolf-kin cheered while others ran up to show their creator the various arts and crafts they made. Their nails were still dripping with secreted colors as they reveled in their own creativity. Juppy stood up panting before dropping to one knee, he lowered in his head in blissful supplication.

“No need for that. I’m just here to join in the fun.” As Micheal spoke a few dozen tables appeared completely furnished with food and drink. Some easels appeared, while perfect wooden cubes dotted the place. Within seconds the area was dotted with almost every creative outlet that one could desire.

Michael dropped to his hands and knees, “Juppy join me?”

“Lord?”

“It’s Michael, get on your hands and knees beside me. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

Ras gave a soft laugh but stepped behind Michael, he ran his hands over the soft brown furs. It filled him with pride to see his lover fulfilling their bond with such eagerness. The large porcine man got on his knees and stood close enough that he was touching Michael’s shoulder.

“I’m gonna get fucked in the ass aren’t I?” Juppy gulped.

“Well of course, You did give Dali permission to be yours. I will join you.” Michael gave a wink, “Plus all my little wolf-kin should see their creator is just as willing to be on bottom as he is on top.”

Juppy nodded, “Okay. Do I clench or...what?”

Michael chuckled, “Relax, it feels a little weird going in but I don’t think someone as small as Dali can do much damage.”

Dali blushed, “You made me this way, Creator.”

“Michael. All of you can call me Michael. I’m a servant just like the rest of you, I love my master just like I hope that you all love me.” He smiled feeling Ras standing behind him. He had to spread his thighs far apart just to line up with his god.

Dali turned his attention to Ras, a small sense of awe as the other male slid inside of his creator. There was no fanfare, no explosion of power just a firm push. He turned his attention to Juppy, the pink rump was large with a small curly tail bobbing with each breath. He was short enough that he had to climb for his hips to rest on Juppy’s rump.

“Sir you have a big butt. Like really big.” Dali giggled as Juppy slid forward until he was resting on his belly. “That’s better.”

“Oooh Ras.” Michael moaned softly as the first few inches of his canine cock slid inside of him.

Michael pushed back eagerly, his body tensing to squeeze every bit of his master. A small part of him was unsure if he was doing it right. He leaned forward again feeling the emptiness in his body just before pushing back. His guttural moan echoed as he pushed back with all his might. The muffled pop of canine-cock sinking into him was great, there was no fear in his heart with his master.

“Dali.” Juppy mumbled.

“Yeah?” Dali said rubbing his cock between the cheeks of the boar’s thick behind.

“I can’t have my new boss basically watching me sigh like I can’t feel it. I’m the leader of this village… or house at this point. Ravage me like a whore. Do whatever you want.” Juppy said with more confidence than he felt.

“Anything?” Dali asked while staring at Ras, the small male was taking slow long strokes with a gentle sort of affection.

“Anything.” Juppy wiggled his butt.

Dali smiled and sent a prayer to his lord, with a gentle push of magic his prayers were answered. Two copies of Dali formed around Juppy; they rolled him on his back while one began to nibble at his nipple, while another one leaned over him to kiss his mouth. The original slowly sank his cock into that dark pink flesh. All of them shared sensations, thoughts, and desires. Vanessa padded up behind the kisser and sank her fingers into his hole, all three shivered in pleasure.

The two gods were lost in their own pleasures, Ras began to pick up his tempo. The sound of wet slaps as his body met that of Michael was nearly in time with the music that a few of the wolf-kin started from instruments they acquired. Michael felt claws that could rend the strongest steel gently rake across his back. He felt that deep black tongue sliding against his back, there was nothing but pleasure in every touch. There was something special in this gentle love making, he gazed around and saw his own lovemaking recreated in both art and action in his creatures.

Ras gave a low rumble and Michael felt the thick load in his backside. The knot began to swell, and swell even larger. The large male turned to find not the small youthful form of Ras but a massive midnight black wolf, it’s shadow writhing playfully. Michael felt the knot swell up to a size that would have damaged his human form. He was raised off the ground by the knot. There was more cum pooling inside of him while he gazed down at his awed crowd.

“You’ve got enough power Michael. Focus and you can become your godly self here. Demi-Gods cannot manifest their godly bodies in the mortal world but here you can reveal your true form..”

“What would I become?” Michael groaned while holding his belly. Even though he wasn’t showing outwardly, his body felt full.

“That’s what I would like to see.”

Michael did as he was told and focused on the energy compressed in his body. There was a strong divine power and an equally strong connection to the soil and life. His body glowed like a rising sun caught between the treeline. Shaggy brown fur with thick leaves on his chest like armor, a brilliant yellow light peaked out between the leaves. He was still humanoid but large enough that he almost matched Ras’ size. He looked at his claws and noticed that each finger was capped with a transparent claw that radiated various colors.

Michael’s power spread out in a calming wave, all of the wolf-kin shuddered as their own chests glowed with the same brilliant light. They began to create their works with frantic zeal, artists began flying through their painting while the sculptors scrapped with gentle laughter. Michael felt at home, he opened his mouth to say something but stopped as Ras pulled his knot out with a pop loud enough to make near by wolf-kin flinch.

“Oh this is cute. You look like a bigger wolf-kin that rolled into a forest.” Ras said as his shadows teased over Michael’s body.

“I would prefer to keep the form that you blessed me with.” Michael said honestly.

“You still have it, it’s just this form is your magic and domain in visual form. The Boar Goddess appears as a massive male boar with fire for hair and burning hooves.” Ras commented, “ I appear as you see now, a beautiful shadow wolf with little mote of starlight peeking through.”

“Is this symbolic or am I just- Whoa why does my voice sound like that?” Michael noted as his voice kinda rang out like a hammer striking an anvil.

“I don’t know, lover. I was born into shadows. My father mated with the shadows and created me from the emotions.” Ras admitted as the wolf-kin brought him food and a small trinket they made from wood.

Michael smiled as he felt the gentle burn from his stretched backside. “I don’t even want to ask how someone mates with shadows. I’m just gonna sit here, and enjoy my master's affection.”

As the pair rested Michael felt something tugging him from the mortal plane. As he focused he could see through Avia’s eyes, she was placing bricks on a shrine while the mortal followers he spoke to earlier fawned over her. Michael didn’t feel the unchecked lust inside of her, instead she gave off a strong desire to help them. Five humans worked on sculpting an anvil out of a huge slab of quartz. He felt a trickling of strength as the followers' devotion started to increase with Avia around.

“Still concerned about them, it’s cute watching you coddle your servants.” Ras teased.

“I learned from the best.” Michael smiled.

“And since I’m the best I’m going to lend you a little energy. You can manifest one more servant with my will.”

Michael’s grin widened as he looked over the wolf-kin. Most were playing or petting his fur, others waited on his master like dutiful attendants. A silent prayer to be noticed directed his attention to a single wolf-kin female. She was a sunkissed brown color and she danced in sweeping motion. She had his memories of the Howlers, a sect of dancing worshippers. However she could not match the years of experience of those dancers. Michael admired her effort and decided to change her for her task.

Kalia danced her heart out, she kicked her legs out only to see that her creator had given her long streaming golden fur on her limbs. She stood taller than her brothers and sisters as she moved her hands in sweeping gestures to see her elongated arms and claws. Her features changed to a more regal visage like that of a sighthound. She was less a wolf and more of a prim and proper canine. She finished her dance before her master’s attention as her tail scattered wild flower seeds that grew from the ends of her tips. Her feet naturally produced water magic to cushion every step.

“Kalia, You are the first forest dancer I have made. Would you like to go to the surface and do something for me?” Michael asked, his words pausing as he enjoyed the soft ringing with each word.

“My creator, I will do anything you ask. Do you need me to fight your enemies? Build great works in your name?” Kalia said while wagging her tail and spraying wildflower seeds like green and black rain around her.

“Nothing so dramatic. I want you to do what you love: dance. Learn all the dances you can, create new ones, teach others to dance. Once you are old and weary, come back and show your siblings what you have learned.” Michael said.

Kalia paused, “Are you just telling me to go have fun?”

“That and I want you to tell others of Ras. He is the reason you exist and I am able to bring you to life.”

Kalia smiled, “I shall, Creator, and I will honor grandpa as well.”

Ras popped his knot out of Michael with a snort, “Are all your children so polite. Also why am I grandpa, I’m older than everyone sure but I’m definitely like dad or even just uncle.”

“Well Avia told us to call you Grandpa. Is that disrespectful?” Kalia kept her head low and looked up with masterful puppy dog eyes.

Ras turned away, his deep black fur concealed his blush. “Fine fine. You can all call me Grandpa or Ras. I swear, I’m going to learn a bunch of fishing stories to bore you with when I return.”

Juppy wheezed and stood up over all three sleeping forms of Dali. “Ras, Michael,” He dropped to one knee as cum drooled between his legs. “I think I completed my ritual.”

A pop sounded as a young female wolf-kin with long gray hair appeared in the middle of the clearing. “Where am I?” She said looking down at her small hands.

Michael felt her soul like a brightly burning candle. “Odetta Haval, My former attendant.” He said as her memories flooded into him. He fully understood her as if they had grown up from childhood. He was surprised to learn that she fully expected him to die at the paws of the new wolf son, but tried to teach him everything to survive the encounter. She was a good if dutiful woman.

Odetta stood up, “Did I die?”

Michael nodded, “It seems that you went in your sleep after our meeting. Welcome to the afterlife.”

She looked around a little shocked at all the festivities, “I expected more forges and tools. Looks like the forest outside of home.”

Michael chuckled, “Are you disappointed.”

“No Michael, I’m pleased. What am I to do?”

“Grab a few of the wolf-kin and build yourself a home or play in the forest. My domain is your new home. All those aches and pains of being alive are washed away.” He said while still leaking cum.

“I can order around your scared beasts?!”

“Order around? Probably not, they are still people but they do like doing things that they can be creative with. Mingle and make a few friends, fall in love, have some kids, order them around and repeat the process or go exploring and find what other secrets lay in my domain. I have made a couple thousand wolf-kin around this domain now, many have found their own passions.” Michael grinned. “Other villages are being made near the main shrine.”

Odetta paused and realized something she hadn’t felt in decades, she was feeling very feminine urges. “Am I still under my restrictions as an attendant not to offer myself to wolf-blessed?”

“No. I have seen your soul and your regret at not having a proper family. Your devotion to the wolf is rewarded here. Have as many families as you can tolerate.” Michael teased.

Odetta sniffed, “I won’t cry but I’m going to make you regret that when my army of kids starts climbing your fancy palace.”

“I look forward to giving them all noisy toys to irritate you with, Miss Odetta.” Michael said, already sending inspiration for noise makers to a few lone wolf-kin.

“Thank you again, Michael. I might not have worshiped you or Wolf-son Ras long but I’ve always worshipped the wolf. It's good to see that my faith was noticed and appreciated.” She said, looking at one of the wolf-kin who was building a model house. He was large and had a build of a proper laborer, she made her way over to him with a lustful smirk.

“You are sliding into this role nicely. Your domain is nice and your people while frustratingly polite seem to be very loving. When your domain gets large enough I will connect it to my own domain, though my beach will always be our place.” Ras said while shifting back to his smaller form and hugging Michael’s leg.

“I look forward to it, Ras.” Michael said washed in the feeling of love his master held for him. He shifted back as they decided to mingle with the wolf-kin and Juppy, he would introduce Ras to all his creations… no he would introduce Ras to all of their children.