Orientation
#2 of Undersourcing
Wasn't planning on uploading this until the weekend, but seems like I'll be busy for a while. Think I'll try to stick to an every other Saturday schedule, we'll see. Also, this one is mostly M/M with a small amount of M/F, so sorry if you expected only straight stuff after the first one, I may have been too subtle about the mentions of bisexuality. Planning on being all over the map with pairings, as inspiration decrees. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Now that the exposition and world building are established maybe I can actually tell a story.
Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.
*edit* - added extra lines between paragraphs... not sure why they weren't there in the first place... consequence of uploading in the dead of night I guess, mistakes get made.
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Two Hours. Two hours was all it took for Milo to become completely bored with life in heaven. Taken as a whole, things were perfectly nice. All the books he could ever read, all the films and TV he could ever watch, all the food he could ever eat... But no sex, whatsoever. As it turns out, Chas was telling the truth, though prudish was an understatement. Heaven didn't even allow porn, and only allowed couples that chose to stay together to have sex at all. Everything else was nice enough, but Milo couldn't handle so many years of self imposed chastity... the goat had poisoned him. He couldn't even begin to enjoy the feast in front of him since his mind, at every opportunity, went right back to that desk, with that bat, and the possibilities that waited for him there.
As he idly pushed around some mashed potatoes with a fish stick, he considered maybe visiting some others and seeing if that might make things better. However, as it turned out, heaven is something of a solitary place. He understood celebrities and other notable types wanting to keep to themselves, not wanting anything to do with random nobodies wanting to spend their time talking to them. But his parents not even wanting to say hello? That stung a bit.
So here he was, sitting in a comfy chair with almost everything he could ever want at the ready, and all he really wanted was to be back in hell. What was that saying about someone wanting a drink but being surrounded by salt water? That was pretty much how it felt. Milo closed his eyes and started laughing hysterically at the situation he was in.
"See what I mean?"
Milo screamed at the sudden voice in his head and fell back out of his chair.
"Sorry about that, I forgot you are something of a jumpy sort. I cannot exactly go up there to visit you, so I am just speaking directly to your mind."
Milo stood up and brushed himself off. "Yeah, I figured that out, thanks. What do you want?" he said with a palpable degree of condescending annoyance.
There was a moment of silence before the goat replied, "I understand I upset you, but watch your tone. Do not forget what I am, and what I can do if I am properly motivated, pure soul or no."
Milo didn't know what that meant, exactly, but didn't really want to find out either. He gulped a bit and said, "Sorry... why did you contact me?... Sir?"
"You do not need the formalities either, as I said before, I am not my sister. Just remember to treat me with a basic level of respect and we are fine. As for why I contacted you, well, generally the maniacal laughter is the universal sign of being ready to make a decision."
"Yeah... I think so..." Milo said as he looked around his personal heaven, "There's nothing I can have here that I can't have working for you, right? But with an obvious added bonus..."
"Essentially, yes. Just remember how lucky you are in that respect, how many there are like you that do not get to make this decision. And make sure that this is indeed what you want. After accepting, there is no going back."
After staring out at his own heaven a little longer, Milo looked down, nodded a bit and said, "Why not? Let's go," and his world faded out to white.
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Before Milo could blink he was right back in the goat's office, sitting at the desk he now knew contained a surprise inside. Chas was still in the same spot he was in when Milo left. He looked over at Milo and asked, "Ready for orientation, then? As with any new job there are a few fundamentals it is best to run by you before jumping in."
Milo nodded. With that, Chas backed away from the desk. Milo heard a slurping noise that could only be the goat pulling out of the bat's throat. Chas opened a drawer, pulled out a long dildo, and reached back under the desk. From the gagging that followed, Milo assumed that it had just been used to fill the void his cock had left in the bat's throat. The goat then stood up and gave a little stretch with his footlong beer can thick erection pointing straight at Milo.
Milo was transfixed by the sight in front of him. He barely noticed when the goat said, "Alright, give me a moment to put on a suit and we can get started."
All Milo could do was stare, slack-jawed, at the goat's throbbing cock. After a few moments he managed to shake off his shock and ask, "Suit? You're already wearing a..."
The goat snapped his fingers, and at once his clothes fell to the ground. He smiled and said, "No." The overall physical perfection of the goat was obvious to Milo from the start, but seeing him completely nude made Milo feel beyond inadequate. Seeing the goat's taut rump as he turned made him truly regret never experiencing with males when he had the chance... Though he supposed he'd have the chance again soon.
As Milo admired his physique, Chas walked to the back of his office. Much to the weasel's surprise, every step the goat took caused him to scale up in size until he reached what must have been ten feet tall. After turning to a side wall he gave a slight wave and a section of the wall vanished. Chas looked contemplative as he stood at the door, stroking his goatee. "Hm. Would you prefer black and tan or green?"
Milo was too distracted by the now truly massive erection pointing out from the goat's crotch to register that a question had been asked. It had to be at least two feet long now, well past unreasonable. He finally broke away long enough to notice the goat was staring at him, waiting for a response. "B... Black and tan... I guess?.."
"Alright, black and tan it is," nodded the goat. He reached into the closet and pulled out not a suit, but a doberman dangling from a pair of cuffs around his wrists. The lithe dog had a large ballgag locked in his mouth and another pair of cuffs with one end secured to an ankle. The other end of the ankle cuffs was dangling loose at the end of a long chain. Upon closer inspection, Milo noticed a pair of piercings crisscrossing the tip of the doberman's sheath, sealing it shut as a simple chastity device. There also appeared to be a silver ring around the base of his scrotum with a small metal weight attached. Milo looked up at his face and saw an expression he could only describe as a mix of fear and resignation. Chas lifted the doberman higher and stuck his head through the loop made by the cuffed arms. The dog's back was resting on the goat's chest. He then grabbed the doberman's waist and lined his cock up to his tailhole. The dog began to frantically kick as the goat forcefully pushed him down onto the monstrous erection. Milo could only watch in rapt attention as the goat shimmied the poor creature down to the root of his cock. There was now a clear outline of the end of his cock showing through the dog's stomach.
Once he was down as far as he would go, the goat grabbed the loose end of the ankle cuffs, reached behind his back, looped it through the wrist cuffs, and attached it to the dog's other ankle. Now that has was dressed, the goat walked back up to where Milo was sitting. With each step the weight around the dog's balls swung back and forth like a pendulum, adding an extra dimension to his torture. All Chas said as Milo looked into the pleading eyes of the poor piece of clothing was, "Follow me," before walking out the front door. After scrambling out of his chair, Milo followed.
After passing through the doorway, Milo saw the goat waiting for him in a formless white void. The goat gestured all around himself and said to, "Welcome to your new home, Milo."
"It's a bit empty, " he replied with a nervous chuckle.
"It is your canvas. Your world to create. All of existence here, from the most basic physics to biological process are yours to define. Anal sex without having to worry about cleanliness is a popular one, though some prefer the lack of cleanliness..." Milo felt a bit queasy by the second suggestion, but said nothing. "Or the ability to, purely hypothetically, shove a two foot long cock into a skinny mutt without tearing him apart. The specifics are not important now. You will have to experiment a bit to figure out what you like best, or you can create different worlds with different attributes for different purposes. It all comes down to what you want to do at any given moment. You can also create constructs to populate your worlds alongside the damned souls. They would be semi-sentient extensions of my own omnipresence, imbued with whatever intelligence and personality you choose. The only thing of which you have no direct control is the basic appearance of the souls that come here. Souls appear however they believe they appear, that being the one grace afforded to the damned. Of course, that works both ways. If you get a soul to believe you made some major change to them, then that change will become the truth. All of that goes for you too, really. I was able to change your appearance due to, well, being a god, not just a caretaker. With some practice you will eventually be able to appear in any form you want, but it is not as simple as wanting to change forms, it is all about belief. Following so far?"
The thought of the infinite possibilities ahead of him stunned Milo a bit, but he simply nodded and waited for the goat to continue.
"Alright, so, do you remember how I mentioned that I have siblings?" Milo nodded again. "Well, being that I am Lust, and this is hell, you can probably guess their identities."
A sudden look of realization appeared on the weasel's face as he answered, "Lust, Wrath, Greed, Envy, Pride, Sloth, and Gluttony, right? The seven deadly sins?"
"Close. At some point ages upon ages ago Greed and Envy merged into a new entity named Avarice, but otherwise you were right on the nose." For the first time since he died, Milo felt a small amount of confidence about his new situation,
Chas crossed his arms across the doberman's chest and continued. "It is a bit hard to understand, especially for a singular like yourself, but we each have realms that are effectively infinite, while at the same time each occupying the same overall location. That just means at some point you may have to interact with them, so here is a quick rundown."
As he spoke a series of five figures appeared off to their side. He pointed to the first two figures, a small, apparently female, sleeping koala and a morbidly obese boar, and elaborated, "These are Sloth and Gluttony, they tend to keep to themselves so there is not much to say."
He pointed to the third figure, a sneering silver wolfess with a sharp red suit and a white mohawk reaching down to her ankles and said with an annoyed sigh, "This is Pride, damned bitch that she is. Overall she is pretty harmless, just incredibly irritating."
Then came the fourth figure, which was apparently some kind of bull. It was difficult for Milo to make out any details of his appearance other than that he was truly massive. He appeared to be entirely made of shadows that were at the same time lit by flame. The one thing he was sure of was an unquestionable feeling of rage emanating from the still image. "This is Wrath. Being a pure soul, there is not much that he can do to you. He spends most of his time mindlessly tearing apart souls in the labyrinth he made of his realm. Really stuck with the minotaur theme. He embodies gory visceral violence, to my cartoonish exaggerated sexual violence."
The goat hesitated a bit before pointing at the last figure, a greenish-gray, gaunt, spindly raccoon. "And this... this is Avarice. He is easily the most dangerous of all of them. Scheming, manipulative... and the only other one that invites pure souls to act as caretakers. Though, in his case, he only started doing it because he could not stand the fact that I had something he did not. One of his chief goals is to cause strife just for the hell of it, pure agent of chaos. That is it for my family, any questions so far?"
Milo responded, "So... if they can't hurt a pure soul, how can any of them be dangerous to me?"
"I cannot really go into detail, but you are only protected from direct violence. You are still vulnerable to mind games and psychological torture, and that is Avarice's specialty. Just remember what I said, be strong, and you will be fine." Milo nodded as the goat waved away the figures.
"On that note, when a soul was damned, we originally would have to fight each other every time to see who had the best claim to it. For example, our bat friend, for being part of a sex slave ring, would have equal claims from me, Avarice, probably Wrath, maybe Pride, and we would go to war over it." The use of the word 'war' made Milo a bit uneasy, but he declined to interrupt. "Eventually we found out that while souls are indestructible, they are also divisible due to the overlapping nature of our realms. So, now every soul that comes here gets split into separate parts as required, and once their time here is over, the soul is reconstructed and sent on its way." The goat reached down and massaged the dobermans sheath a bit. The dog whined through its gag as an erection tried to form, causing a painful pressure as it was trapped by the sheath piercings. Despite himself, Milo couldn't help but get a little hard while watching his predicament. "I also mentioned thirty years as your time in heaven, right?"
"Ye... yeah, that did jump out at me," replied Milo after snapping back to attention. "It seemed like an... odd number."
"Yes, it is by no means a standard. That was just how much you, personally, were determined to deserve in heaven. Same goes for souls in hell, they get a sentence based on the severity of their sins. In some cases..." He trailed off a bit as he massaged the dog's sheath more aggressively, causing him to start thrashing about as much as he was able. "...in some cases, the stay is somewhat permanent, like for this fellow here. But that requires atrocity level sins, like a mercenary leader that personally razed villages and raped into the thousands." The doberman gave up struggling after realizing all it accomplished was painfully swinging around the weight on his balls. This made the goat smile as he continued to massage the dog's sheath. With a mixture of shame and fascination, Milo realized he had become fully erect watching this torture. "While getting a permanent resident is rare, I do appreciate it since they are perfect for the office furniture and such that my previous caretakers have given me as gifts."
The thought of being trapped in a desk, or as a suit, or anything of the like for eternity made Milo a bit sick. The goat noticed this and calmly said, "Remember, this is purely for extreme cases. No one accidentally commits an atrocity, it takes a massive amount of willful, personal evil to go through with it." He reached down and squeezed the dog's balls causing him to begin struggling anew. Believe me, he deserves everything he gets. If you knew what he did to the homosexuals in the villages they raided, you would know this is more than fair."
The additional torture was the last straw for Milo, causing him to rub the growing tent in his pants. The goat couldn't help but grin in response.
"Well, that is about everything," said the goat as he turned back to the floating door back to his office.
Milo was surprised by the sudden end of the lecture, and followed the goat through the door. "Wait, what about how to do these things? How to... I don't know, summon souls from wherever they are?"
As he reached the back of the office, the goat looked back at Milo and responded, "Hold on a moment, I need to take the suit to the cleaner." Milo wasn't sure what the goat meant by that, but was sure that the answer would be interesting.
Chas looked down at the doberman who matched his gaze and rhetorically asked, "Ready?" The doberman frantically shook his head while the goat reached down and grabbed hold of his waist. Without missing a beat, he began rapidly thrusting the poor creature up and down his cock as far as the cuffs behind his back would allow. The force of the pounding was causing the weight around the doberman's balls to swing around to a visibly painful degree. All the dog could do was give an agonized, muffled howl through his gag. Milo watched all of this in rapt attention for what felt like hours, but must have only been seconds. The goat sped up suddenly while approaching his climax, then let out a satisfied sigh as the dog's belly swelled to the size of a beach ball.
As he reached behind his back to release the dog's ankle, Chas grinned at the weasel and said, "You can have some real fun with physics here." He pulled the groaning dog of his still fully erect cock and waved towards the back wall. A door opened to reveal a small room, which Milo assumed was the aforementioned cleaner. Milo looked into the room to see a svelte black and white female skunk bound to the floor. The first thing he noticed about her was the familiar column of genital piercings that also appeared on the bat. To say the goat was fond of chastity as a theme appeared to be the understatement of the century. The skunk was on her back, arms pinned to her sides and legs folded at the knees. She was securely bolted to the ground by tight manacles around her wrists, ankles, waist, neck, and the tip of her tail. An additional pair of cosmetic manacles were locked around her large breasts. Her head appeared to be held in place, with a hollow plug-tipped muzzle strapped around her mouth. As Chas walked up to the skunk, Milo realized how the cleaner was going to work.
Rather than watch what was about to happen, the skunk closed her eyes. The goat placed the chain of the wristcuffs on a hook hanging from the ceiling and lined his suit's dripping tailhole to the hollow buttplug. He didn't have to use much force to push him down onto the plug, given the severe gape that was still readily evident. The loose ankle cuff was then re-secured, locking him in place sitting on the skunk girl's face. The goat pressed down on his belly to start the flow of cum into the skunk's mouth. The goat smiled again as both skunk and doberman let out miserable groans. "That should keep them busy for a while," he said as he turned to the door. He stopped briefly and added, "It is not visible from how she is positioned, but she has a buttplug that emits a shock if she stops drinking cum for more than a few seconds." As if timed perfectly to punctuate the goat's statement, Milo immediately heard an electrical shock followed by a gurgled scream. After stepping back into the main office he waved at the wall again to close it, leaving them to their fate. Milo followed as Chas headed back to his desk while shrinking back to his original size. The goat sat back down at his desk, pulled the bat's cock gag back out, and shoved his throbbing cock back down her throat.
After giving a satisfied sigh, the goat continued, "To answer your last few questions, so far as how to create and define the world, it is all about subconscious will. The specifics are something you will have to work out for yourself, really. Every caretaker I have ever had has had a different approach. Just remember the ability to shape reality is a part of you now and you will be fine."
Milo began to feel nervous again, but chose to take the goat at his word.
"As for the souls themselves, they are in a sort of stasis until they are given a place in the world. You can create a filing system to gain access to them, as the technology of the world changes so does the system. For ages it was variations of a theme based around filing cabinets. My last caretaker used something called an Apple Two. I imagine you will use something more advanced. Just focus on making what you think will be most useful to you, since you will be the one using it. Once you do that, everything else will fall into place." Chas leaned back in his chair and relaxed. "Now, if that is all," he said as he gestured to the door, "then it is time for you to get started."
Milo nodded silently and walked back out the door. He turned so say something more to the goat, but saw that the door was gone. There was now nothing around him except an endless white void. Milo took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm down as much as possible. He said to no one but himself, "Well... what now..."