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Anthro Sex Squad Story 1 - Vibra's Story By Killenor Arc 1 - Origins The Revelation According to Wethers

It was complete blackness... total insensibility. I felt nothing, I knew nothing. _ _ But then, sometime later, I could feel myself again. Well, not actually feel, but more the way you are aware. You don't know when the dream started, but at least you exist. _ _ I tried to speak, and oddly enough the first thing I could think to say was, "I'm dead aren't I?" _ _ It was very surreal, I don't mind saying. One of those inane things that you would never say consciously. Of course I don't think I even managed to actually make a sound. I thought it... that was all I could manage. A detached voice adrift in a void. _ _ No I suppose you can't really know until you experience it. And certainly one cannot know what I will describe to you next. For there and then, in that timeless nowhere, Aaluran found me.

***

Wethers floated, near senseless and uncertain of his condition. His pain had ceased, though half remembered flashes of burning and agony sparked through his essence, serving only to distract and confuse the tortured soul. As with every essence bereft of a body, Wethers was breaking apart. The will of all existence pulled at his energies, each coalescent mass of essence pulling to make parts of Wethers their own.

But this soul was not to be dispersed. Beyond time and space, between reality and potential, great foundations of willpower were watching. One in particular had a keen interest in this departing consciousness. It saw the myriad potentialities of this one, spread across the realities of all existence. It saw the ways it would respond to a billion trillion scenarios and weighed these things carefully. Finally, it decided upon one course of action that it favored above all others, one that would become its move in the grand and infinite game of being and in turn move it along the very same game.

This was Aaluran, a collection of indescribable power and limitless potential given gestalt form and existence by the very things it represented. To the worlds of the living, Aaluran represented the myriad of procreative powers, passions, and positive aspects thereof. Some called it a god, some gave it other names, but all felt its presence at some point in their linear journey of being.

It was this power, this deity, that reached out to Wethers. In a timeless instant it pushed aside the minor pulls of other influence and cradled the forcibly ejected essence. With a flex of incredible passion, it gathered the disparate fragments of this poor creature's soul back into one whole unit.

"I'm dead aren't I?" came a thought from the now-renewed soul.

Aaluran could feel its confusion, its pain, and all that had brought it to this point. With this knowledge bolstering Aaluran's decision about the fate of this one, it gathered itself into one glorious expression and revealed itself to Wethers.

***

It was like being surrounded by love. It saturated my essence that pure, wondrous feeling that I felt when I first met my wife, when we first made love, when I looked upon my son's face and saw the expression of our togetherness, when I was held by my own mother so long ago. All that and more, untainted by any other feelings. It pulled me back from nothingness and made me whole. My memories, all of them, returned as bright and vivid as the moment I experienced them. _ _ And then I looked. With newfound eyes the darkness receded revealing to me a grand staircase unlike anything I had known before I came to civilization. Beams of light more blinding than a dozen suns shone out and about from it, but despite the brightness I could not look away. Beside the stairs of glimmering platinum and flowing milky-white crystal banisters were hung clouds and banners, all shimmering with silken elegance. _ _ I beheld the beings then, those creatures who strode forth among the stairway and frolic among the silks. These beings were of every conceivable shape and hundreds more that I could never describe and have not seen the like of since. As I feel they are important, and indeed they are, I shall describe them for you. _ _ There were some, male and female alike, that fluttered with wings of insects, intricately foldable as a sectioned fan. These wings were forever beating and the only common factor of their shape. Masks of gold and silver hid their true faces, though they showed each a countenance of a creature of the world. Their bodies were of the form of every sort of folk and each carried with them a child in swaddled cloth. Their voices sang a chorus of love and delight to these tiny infants as they zipped them along, carrying each to a new life an immeasurable distance away. _ _ Beside them were creatures similar in these ways. Their wings were instead a wide swath of material; ropes, string, strips of cloth, and cured leather thong, but their bodies and masks were as varied as the caste before. Their skin, scales, or fur shimmered as if made of pyrite, in contrast to these material wings. They each labored at some task, building or shaping or altering objects each of a sensual nature. Every object I saw there I have come to know as items of pleasure, delight, or worship in the time since. _ _ And last, but highest, upon the stairway I beheld beings of a mercurial nature. They had shapes as those before, myriad and of both genders, but they appeared to my eyes for only an instant, shooting off with liquid grace to perform their indecipherable tasks. _ _ These were the lowest tiers of Aaluran and as I watched I saw them come together and break apart, coupling and multiplying as the multitudes of all the worlds. Some came together, though their apparent gender seemed to matter naught as also the number was not always a pair. They would mate, sending out cries of passion that blended into choruses the likes of which cannot be well described in mortal words. These couples would merge, forming themselves into the higher beings, but also I saw the higher beings divide into the lesser. _ _ An urge to ascend came upon me and I was curious to see the top of this seemingly endless stairway. To my surprise, whole though I felt, I could not bring myself to take even a single step upon it. I looked, my feet were absent, as were my hands. I had no form to call my own though I could swear that I was just as I had ever been. Panic seeped into me, threatening madness and fear. _ _ But then I heard the chorus call me. A lyrical cry of love and passion so pure I thought I might shatter beneath it. It knew my name, and spoke to me with familiarity. I searched in vain to find the direct source of this song, noticing only the multitudes about the stairs. But as I watched, my gaze drawn to the heights where must be a landing, I beheld another coupling taking place. _ _ Progressing in the manner as I have described them before, a great many of the proclaimers of love came together to make more of the tinkerers, the tinkerers then coupled to form the mercurial ones, who in turn coupled to form a group of new beings not before seen in this place. _ _ These were strange beings as they each had the features of six other beings, all amalgamated into one creature. Six faces, covered each with a mask of a different countenance of fae, folk, or other minded being, were held aloft upon spindly shoulders, draped in robes of shimmering colors. Twelve arms, each long and spindly regardless of the primogenitor race they mimicked, bore hands with five long fingers and a thumb. Fine pens were held twixt these fingers and scrawled things with great alacrity and dexterity.

Again before my sight four of these new creatures coupled yet again, forming themselves into two new beings. These bore masks of trickery and joy, and their hands were ever in motion, making motions of trickery and temptation. From them did I hear a song begin, a chant of the most bawdy subjects I can ever remember, though I cannot bring them to mind to be repeated now. A song most lovely, but tempting the listener to perform such deeds as their soul would wish. These were words not only of mischief and hedonism, but also of praise. The praise of their creator, Aaluran.

But then, these two cavorted and coupled, forming another tier of being who yet deigned to speak to me. This one, I could see, was a taskmaster of all these others, and by its command they would all obey. It bore the countenance of both ram and ewe, one half holding features of either in an interchangeable sort of way. It was a form of silver and gold like the mask which it bore upon its face, though its body was clothed completely in leather. Four wings stood from its back, strips of leather all that were shaped as no insect, bird, dragon, or bat as I have ever seen.

I looked in awe as it spoke to me. It had a voice of calm confidence, hard as stone yet smooth as silk, that came as no being I had heard before. It said, 'My master, god of passions has bid me speak these words. You have been chosen to have the opportunity a great honor and destiny in hir service. One that shall shape future events in favor of my divine and glorious maker. I am here to offer you this, but make haste on your decision for neither Aaluran nor time has much patience left for your being.

Panic, doubt, confusion... these things flowed around my invisible essence. This glorious and commanding being had given me a choice and in that timeless void I knew I had but a moment to decide.

"Who is this one, your master, that I am to receive this offer?" I said unto the being. "If I am to have this opportunity to transcend my mortal being in exchange for service, I must know who it is I serve. I was a chieftain of many, a leader, and if I must now follow, I would rather die truly than serve one whose interests I cannot abide!"

It was then that the stairway shook with a thunderous sound. The clouds wept a rain of milky fluid and parted away with the banners. Once again that glorious light of love shone all about and filled my spirit, bolstering me. As I reeled from the sound, my mind conceived that they were words spoken from all around me. I looked into the light and found the source of the voice.

The stairs climbed an uncountable height, and yet I could see both the landing upon which I was as clearly as the top. Sitting atop the stair, at an end to infinity, was the most wondrous of all beings that I have ever beheld.

This was Aaluran.

All around that glorious being upon that glorious throne were others of pure light. These lights were a riot of color and form, nothing remaining still for even a moment. These pure beings alone were allowed to touch the deity, pleasuring a godly form devoid of species and of all possible genders. Beside Aaluran, flying upon wings of incredibly long hair, hovered beings of impossibly idealized beauty. These sang songs of passion, love, bawdy dalliances, and intense indulgence so beautiful that it pained my soul not to be part of them.

That thundering voice again. The voice of a god, a being of actualized ideal stretched beyond the capacity of any mortal container, reverberated through me with such a force that I thought I might be torn asunder. But in a moment, the being from before was speaking those same words.

'For me, Aaluran,' it said in a voice that comforted and commanded, 'I wish for you, Wethers, to perform a multitude of tasks. You have known true love, true joy, and true loss... a loss which pains my essence. I am passion, I am joy, I am birth, and I am half the drive of life itself. My passions are of pleasure, not of pain. Yet to play the game, the gods must transcend even our own ideals... an impossible thing which is but a challenge to us. I need champions to match those of gods and mortals. Champions which carry my ideals for the world that the game might continue as it is wont to do. You who have loved and lost shall carry forth my countenance to those who never have loved at all.'

"But what of my anger?" I said, feeling those things that were not of the ways of this deity, weighing my essence down and away from Aaluran's loving light, "And what of my revenge? My jealousy? My pain? Surely I cannot join your game with burdens such as these!"

'My blessed one, it is for those things that you can be such a champion. You must have those weights; for once you rise above them and carry them aloft instead of lying crushed beneath them that my ideals become strong. Learn to love above hate and jealousy. Throw off your revenge. Were it not for I, you would be dead and dissolved that other life might grow. I offer you a vessel overflowing with my love to slake the fires of your rage.'

And I beheld a vessel before me filled with that same liquid that rained out from the clouds. It did overflow, pouring down the stairs, which I then noticed that I had climbed a great many. Not seeing my body nor feeling it, I still somehow drank of the proffered essence. I remember a great salty taste that I shall never forget, but as the drink passed within me, I felt that love reawakening my touch. It was as being embraced from all angles and suddenly I was whole!

I marveled at the new hands holding the vessel to my lips. Hands made of this same essence as I had just drunk! At my amazement the multitudes laughed with joy, as did the stairs themselves and the clouds and banners all. The voice then returned speaking above all others.

'My newfound child,' Aaluran said, 'Violence is antithesis to me. But to play the game, I must have champions who are capable of defending my board. You are a leader and a warrior. I would make you my gentle but firm hand upon the world. Know thee that this is not a hypocrisy, for we gods have our own rules to this game beyond the ken of mortals. You shall be given tasks of violence, but unto the battlefield you shall sow my love and my joy. I offer you a plate stacked with my desires to soften the violence within you.'

And I beheld a plate before me heaped with food as fluffy as the clouds. The multitudes gathered beneath me, catching the portions that tumbled from the plenty before me. Willingly, I reached out my hands and ate. Such a delicate and sweet taste I shall never forget, but as I ate, I felt the heat of violence cool within me. My mind become clear and the plans Aaluran had for me became as obvious as vision itself!

I marveled at the things I was to do. These things floated in my mind as the clouds I had just eaten! Again the multitudes laughed with joy, but also cried with passion, as did the stairs themselves and the clouds and banners all. The voice then returned again, speaking above all others.

'My dearest love,' Aaluran said, 'Pain is antithesis to me. But it is with the heaviest of hearts that I say that I would send you forth into a world of pain. I am governed by the rules of the game I have chosen to partake. These rules say that my champion must face the challenges of the other players in a world of everything. Pain will come to you, as it already has, from the moment I place you back in play. But my love for you is so great that I shall promise to gird you as I am able, though you must feel this pain. I offer you a bolt of flowing cloth woven from my joy and my hope to comfort you against the pain.'

And I beheld a spool before me with gold and silver cloth spinning endlessly from it as silken as the banners. The multitudes took hold of the cloth and pulled every which way. Willingly, I reached out my hands and swaddled myself in the cloth until I was covered. Such softness and strength I shall never forget, but as I wrapped, I felt anew the pain that was with me before I came to this glorious place. I burned with torture and the rending of my flesh, the agony of my losses and the despair of my life... ...but the touch of the cloth soothed me. I felt it all, but the silken wonder of hope and joy was balm against it. Instead of destroying me, my pain now would define me. It would remind me what I would fight for.

I marveled at the zeal I felt then. My soul burned with a new passion, hotter than any flames that had touched me. My desire was then turned toward this new and holy goal; to bring forth pleasure, strike down pain, and blaze as a shining beacon to those who would know what it was to live and love. With such joy, passion, and fulfillment did the multitudes chorus that the skies, the banners, the clouds, the stairs, and even themselves burst into a riot of pure orgasmic bliss.

I was now alone, standing on the only remaining stair before the throne. Only one of those teeming masses yet stood with me before Aaluran's throne and it spoke with the voice as before.

'My wondrous partner,' Aaluran whispered, though in the silence it was yet deafening, 'To you I offer all that I am and all that I have. You have willingly drunk of my love, tasted my desire, and swaddled yourself in my hopes and joys. I now ask you one thing, having answered your question of whom you should serve. If you are willing, I ask you become my champion, one of many, but loved equally and infinitely by me. Know the world and spread my ideal upon it. I ask of you to give everything you are to me, that I might give everything I am to you. To answer this question I offer you my lips, moistened with freedom, hope, and love.'

And I beheld Aaluran's towering, endless, perfect form rise from the throne and kneel down before me. Lips, perfect and wondrous as if they had been Dainey's own, pursed before me. I was alone amidst the great expanse beyond time and beyond depth with only a kiss to decide the entirety of my eternity.

Willingly I leaned forward and kissed those lips.

Such passion, such wonder, such love, such joy... ... ... I shall never forget. By accepting the service to Aaluran, I was set free. Aaluran demanded nothing of me and I could do as I wished, no matter the consequence. I was hir champion. For the first time I was both free to do anything at all, knew exactly all the things I wished to do, and knew that as time returned, I would have the means to do it all.

And I opened my eyes.