title: The Needs of A God aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [AlSong] id: [43599694,43613244] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期日, 八月 28日 2022, 11:23:50 晚上

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The Needs of A God

Author: AlSong Source: The Needs of A God Part 1, The Needs of A God Part 2

The Needs of A God Part 1

Al stretched out in bed, yawned as his eyes fluttered open, and gave a soft groan as he felt his morning wood twitch. With soft sheets but no clothes covering his body, the buff kangaroo barely even had to engage his brain to get a hand sliding under the covers and wrapping itself around his cock. He squeezed himself. He slowly stroked up and down the long, thick shaft for a good thirty seconds as his brain slowly engaged and more fully ushered itself into the waking world. A lazy, lustful smile crossed his features as alongside his more complete state of wakefulness so too did his responsiveness to the pleasure surging through his body increase. The kangaroo's toes curled as he pushed back the sheets and stared at his thick erection, rising a good foot from his loins and already with a substantial collection of pre-cum clinging to the tip of his foreskin.

Reaching down with his remaining free hand, Al began to stroke himself with both paws. He pulled his foreskin back until the deeper hued tip of his erection was wholly exposed, the pre no longer able to collect in the well of his foreskin and dribbling abundantly down his shaft and over his furred fingers. He stroked himself faster, eyes fluttering and rolling back in their sockets as he indulged in the extreme excesses of that sweet self-pleasure. He was so caught up in his masturbatory rapture that he didn't notice the glass of water on the bedside cabinet beside him beginning to quiver. As his pleasure rose he grew more and more focused on that and that alone, so even when the gentle thumping rumble of vast, approaching footsteps began to echo in the distance, even when car alarms began to sound on the streets outside, and even as the whole building started to shake, Al masturbated on utterly ignorant of what was coming.

He was unable to ignore or deny what was happening however when the roof was wrenched in a single, simple gesture off the top of his apartment building. One moment Al was lying in the quiet and the darkness of his room, light still off and only the glimmer of the morning sunlight creeping in around the edges of the drape-covered windows. The next, he was still bathed in shadow, but not the shadow of his room's walls and ceiling. Instead, with his hand still wrapped around his cock though temporarily motionless, the marsupial male found himself staring up into the bright, golden iris bearing eyes of a towering figure that loomed over his entire building, still taller than its entirety even in his current kneeling position. A deep, rumbling growl that made the entire city shake escaped the colossal creature, and as Al's eyes danced over the huge body, his gaze soon fell upon what lay at roughly equivalent height with the now shattered walls of his former home.

Al shuddered, moaned, and without so much as another single caress of his cock began to cum hard, spraying his chest and his own face with unexpected, volatile ribbons of thick cum. The kangaroo wailed in pleasure as his cock began to spasm and spurt wildly while he stared at the titanic erection belonging to the giant, sticking out through a white and gold loin-cloth that was utterly incapable of hiding the sheer vastness of the creature's monstrously sized member. Even as he was lost to the sheer intoxicating bliss of his climax though, Al groaned in wonder as one huge hand reached down and scooped up not just him but his entire bed. His head span and his stomach turned flips as he was lifted high into the air as the colossal, black furred canid rose to his full height, and while the final few dribbles of cum continued to drool forth from his cock the kangaroo peered down over the edge of his bed and watched as he was carried away from his ruined home and indeed away from the entire city by the colossal, unstoppable, divinely powered form of none other than Anubis himself.

It took less than an hour of walking for Anubis' vast body to reach a suitably distant, deserted spot of open countryside. Lush vegetation creaked, vast trees bending and breaking as the giant jackal sat down and formed a new clearing in the midst of the vast forest. His cock was still rock hard, not having diminished in the slightest throughout the hour of his walking, and as the embodiment of Godhood lifted his open palm and peered directly at the tiny kangaroo resting upon his bed for the first time since they'd left the city limits, that colossal erection throbbed and sent a spurt of pre-cum that could have filled an Olympic swimming pool launching up into the air past the giant male's head.

With the tips of the fingers of his other hand, Anubis gently but firmly pushed Al off his bed, the kangaroo moaning in wonder rather than the slightest fear at the giant's touch against his torso and his own still rigid, unyielding hard-on. The giant god set the bed down on the ground close by, before drawing his palm even closer to the tip of his muzzle, peering down its length to regard the tiny kangaroo and his throbbing erection in greater detail.

"H-hi..."

Al gasped, his heart racing, his cock still drooling at the sight, the presence, the sheer awe inspiring passion of being so close to such a phenomenal, not to mention impossible being. If Anubis could speak, either Al's native tongue or at all, he didn't respond in such a way. Instead he just growled under his breath, not a sound of anger or frustration but one of pure lust, and flicked his tongue out across the front of the absolutely tiny male's torso. He licked Al from the base of his balls to the underside of his chin with that tiniest of motions from his tongue, and for the second time that morning Al was immediately and powerfully overcome, having been hanging on the edge of pure arousal driven ecstasy for the entire hour in his heart-racing excitement. The kangaroo wailed and trembled and painted his broad chest and his own face with strings of cum, and he grunted, he cried out louder and louder still as a rumbling chuckle escaped the huge god's throat, followed by another few licks to not only drive him to further rapture, but to allow Anubis to lap up Al's sweet, salty offering.

Before Al could even begin to recover from his latest climax though, it became abundantly clear that Anubis' plans for him were only just beginning. Seemingly content with his taste of the tiny kangaroo another deep rumbling growl of lust erupted from the jackal, and he pulled his hand and the comparably miniature figure upon it away from his muzzle. Rather than giving Al any sort of break overall though, the kangaroo soon found himself more overwhelmed than ever as the hand upon which he was seated travelled down the length of the giant deity's body and between his bent, spread knees. His heart raced and he felt a string of saliva dribbling from his openly gawping muzzle as he was drawn closer and closer to the jackal's enormous cock, until finally the kangaroo's body was being held up close to Anubis' foreskin covered tip.

With his free hand, the god began to masturbate himself. To stroke his own colossal erection as despite having just cum, Al greedily began to caress and squeeze himself in response to the glorious sight which awaited him. Anubis pulled his foreskin back with the tip of his thumb, then slid his hand forward across his erection again to cover the tip of his shaft entirely, pulling all the extra skin his shaft possessed around the tip until pre-cum began to ooze and dribble out of the folds of flesh. A strangled cry of lust escaped not the god himself but the kangaroo watching him, and Al's cheeks flushed crimson as a soft, pleasant chuckle escaped the deity, followed soon after by his deepest and most impassioned growl yet.

A second later, everything went dark. Al felt the hand beneath him move, then he was tumbling into blackness, and stickiness, and the most wonderfully intoxicating, musky-scented heat he had ever known before. He felt hot, soft flesh pressing against him from what felt like all sides. He felt blood pumping, pulsing around him. He gurgled loudly as an oozing tide of thick liquid bubbled and surged around his body, and as he tasted it, swallowed it involuntarily thanks to the suddenness of its appearance and the sheer volume of it surrounding him, Al realised where he was.

He was inside the tip of Anubis' foreskin. He was wrapped up in the giant deity's cock, and he was being bathed in the trickling flow of Anubis' pre-cum as the god snarled, grunted, and began to masturbate once again in earnest.

Al whimpered loudly, deliriously. His cock twitched, and he rolled himself over towards the firmer, spongy but more solid surface that he could only presume to be the actual head of Anubis' cock. He wrapped himself around it. He flung his arms and legs against the hot, slippery flesh, and began to hump. To grind his tiny cock against the sensitive head of the deity that had so gloriously absconded with him. He tasted another muzzleful of Anubis' pre-cum, then another. His head span, his cock throbbed. He was cumming again in seconds, but that didn't stop his attempts to fuck the vast, bountiful erection in whose embrace he was wrapped. Whether it was an effect of the god's pre-cum or just the situation he was in driving him to rapture and lust beyond anything that the kangaroo had ever known at any point during his adult life, his body wasn't ready for him to stop. The pleasure wasn't ready to be over. He just kept on humping, kept on licking up the pre-cum that dribbled all over his body and over the tip of the god's giant cock, and moaned as orgasm after orgasm washed over him ceaselessly while the distant, foreskin muffled sounds of Anubis' own masturbatory lust grew ever louder in their wild, booming intensity.

Leaning back over the still standing trees of the forest in which he was seated, supporting himself with one arm, Anubis feverishly jerked his huge cock while his eyes remained locked on the foreskin covered head. He rubbed his fingers over his sensitive, flesh covered tip many times, though always being careful to avoid the spot where he could feel the soft, warm pressure of a tiny body bucking and writhing against him. His hips bucked. His eyes fluttered. The god might have been a colossus amongst the mortal people of this world, invulnerable and all powerful in so many respects, but pleasure still overwhelmed him as much as it could almost any creature capable of experiencing such sensations. Today though, it wasn't just pleasure he craved. It was companionship. Companionship with someone whose desires matched his own. Whose lusts rivalled his own no matter their relative size. And today, Anubis had reached out with his divine senses across the whole world, and found the one mortal whom he knew would welcome his every desire. His most wild and all consuming passions.

With an earth-shattering howl, Anubis tilted his cock to the heavens, curled his toes down against the soft, earthen ground below, and watched as a fountain of cum poured from the fleshy, foreskin wrapped tip of his cock. He yelped and grunted in bliss as he watched the first surge of his cum launched high into the air, and amongst it spotted a flailing, trembling, also blissfully wailing speck of a tiny body caught amidst the torrent. His sharp eyes saw Al's body spasming and cumming in its own right as he was carried along by the abundant flow of the jackal's seed, and Anubis growled with delight as Al splashed down harmlessly in a thick puddle of cum upon the diety's own dark furred belly, his muscled abs providing more than enough space for his seed to pool and break the kangaroo's fall.

Of course, that was only the first pulsing wave of his divinely born orgasm. Anubis had barely begun to scratch the itch of his lust, and as he painted his colossal body and the forest around him with flood after flood of rich, ever more abundant cum, his glassy eyes repeatedly looked down to check up on Al's own situation. The lust-stricken deity needn't have worried though, for each time he looked, Al was splashing and gurgling and masturbating his own spasming, repeatedly cumming cock with an ever more blissed-out, overwhelmed and mindlessly giddy look on his face. The tiny mortal was having just as much if not more fun than he himself, and for that Anubis was immensely glad. After all, not only was Al's reason for being here so that Anubis could share the joy and passion of sex with someone else. But also, all of this was just foreplay. This was just Anubis getting warmed up for the marathon that lay ahead, and if Al was enjoying himself this much now? He couldn't wait to see the kangaroo react to the reality-bending, mind-breaking pleasures that would be lavished upon them both soon enough.

The Needs of A God Part 2

It had to be a dream. As Al lay back on soft, open grass and felt the warmth of the sun being blotted out by a vast, lengthy shadow, he knew it had to be a dream. After all, if it wasn't a dream then he was the single luckiest creature on the planet, and the kangaroo wasn't arrogant enough to believe that to be the case. Yet despite his near certain belief that at any moment he would wake up and find himself back at home living his normal life, that did not come to pass. He didn't find himself sitting bolt upright with soft but tented sheets clinging to his body. He didn't wake up to the sensation of his cock throbbing, pulsing, perhaps even outright cumming in the result of a wild wet dream. Instead he simply continued to look up at the colossal cock hovering high in the sky above him, casting him in gentle shade as the vast, physically embodied god to whom it belonged stroked its shaft back and forth with relaxed indulgence.

It had been more than two days since Al had been plucked from his life and taken away by Anubis. More than two days of living and breathing the worship of the colossal deity in all his handsome glory. Regardless of having spent more than forty eight hours in the god's presence though, Al still hadn't even begun to lose the sense of wonder which swept over him every time he regarded so much as a single strand of fur upon the vast jackal's body. He still couldn't get over how handsome, how utterly gorgeous Anubis was to behold, nor could he restrain his own comparably tiny body from reacting to Anubis' own seemingly limitless, ceaseless lust. He lay back and watched as the god jerked his own mammoth erection, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the glistening, pre-cum lubricated head of his cock with deep, rumbling growls. He stroked his own straining cock in time with the far more powerful and sized-up motions of Anubis' paw on his shaft, and bucked uncontrollably at the cool afternoon air as the jackal's erection began to dribble pre-cum to the grassy valley floor upon which he was seated, every droplet that hit the ground forming an ankle deep puddle of its own and soon spreading into a wider, more expansive pond of semi-transparent, glistening arousal.

Over the last few days, Al had been something between a companion and a sex toy for the giant god. He had been held between Anubis' paw and cock and rubbed along the length of the god's slick shaft. He had been slipped inside Anubis' foreskin and allowed to hump directly at the sensitive tip of the deity's cock. He had been perched on a rocky outcrop level with the god's head and urged to show off, to dance and caress himself and cum as masturbatory entertainment for the god. On this third morning of their time together though, Al had yet to be directly involved in anything that Anubis wished to do. When he had first woken up, he had been alone in this verdant wilderness without a single sign of anthro habitation in any direction. Only the receding footprints of the giant jackal in the ground had let him know that Anubis had been present for sure at all, and only after thirty minutes of nervously waiting and hoping had the god returned, bearing in one cupped hand what looked to be half the contents of an entire supermarket warehouse, twisted, snapped shelves and all.

Al had eaten, and the god had watched calmly, quietly. By the time Al was done with his meal though Anubis' ever-present erection was pulsing more urgently, and it hadn't been long before they reached their current state, the huge deity beginning to masturbate and growling in wild, passionate approval as Al lay back on the grass, stared up at the huge cock hanging over him, and began to do the same.

Needless to say, if watching Anubis masturbate was in itself an unbelievably glorious dream, then watching the huge, muscular god cum was Al's every dream come true. The kangaroo couldn't restrain himself. He couldn't hold back for a second once Anubis let loose, and as the god roared and began to flood the base of the valley with gushing surges of cum that outmatched even the capacity of his already enormous testicles, all Al could do was spasm, writhe on the spot, and paint his own chest and belly with strings of his own thick cum at the sights and sounds of the god's rapture. He lay there watching Anubis' erection spasm and pulse and spray fountaining gushes of cum, listening to the loud, wet splash of each surge striking the valley floor and the rumbling howls of the jackal's pleasure accompanying them. His eyes never left the tip of Anubis' erection. His hands never left his own cock, stroking himself well beyond the end of his own climax but determined to continue enjoying the enthralling, intoxicating sight of the deity's bliss. Thus Al was still lying flat on his back, toes curling and thick tail thumping at the grassy earth below, when hot, slick wetness began to flow around his toes and up his legs. He was still watching, still masturbating as a wave of cum flowed over him, and the kangaroo remained wholly enraptured by what he was seeing, what he was experiencing even as he was consumed by the still spreading flow of Anubis' cum, and swept away into the vast lake of divine ejaculate which continued to swell further and deeper across the valley's base.

It had to be a dream. As he swam through the lake of cum, eyes fluttering, cock spasming, his whole body surrounded by the heat and clinging yet slippery wetness of obscenely abundant seed, Al knew that it had to be a dream. Never mind the fact that physical manifestations of gods weren't a thing that he knew existed in the world. Never mind that even if they did, there was no reason why they would be hundreds upon hundreds of feet tall, and every bit as obsessed with the physical gratifications of sex as he could be in his horniest moments. Beyond all of that, he knew it had to be a dream because even if he was the luckiest creature on the planet, or indeed in the entire universe, that still wouldn't be lucky enough to explain what was happening to him now. Another rippling wave of the lake's contents swamped his head as Anubis snarled from above and let loose another torrent of cum. The kangaroo gurgled, gulped and swallowed another mouthful of the deity's salty-sweet essence, and beneath the lake's surface where he was paddling to stay afloat, his own cock began to quiver and add its only comparably tiny load to the lake's interior.

He couldn't stop cumming. The taste, the touch of the god's cum all over his body was too much for his mortal senses to bear. It infused him with Anubis' own passion, with the needs, the urges, and the pleasure of the god himself. He splashed and flailed, glad for the thickness of the cum around him adding to his ability to remain afloat within it, certain that had it been any harder to do so he would have submerged entirely beneath the waves of cum until Anubis would have no choice but to reach in and pull him free. Wailing, gurgling thickly around yet another gulped down muzzleful of cum, the kangaroo trembled as bright, warm sunlight bathed him. He looked up through glazed, glassy eyes to see the jackal shifting position. He watched Anubis' still throbbing, still cumming cock continue to flood the valley floor as cum pooled and splashed around the base of the kneeling god's knees, while the god's head looked down at the surging lake of his own making as though seeking something.

Finally, Anubis found what he was looking for.

He found Al, the tiny speck of a mortal floating, quivering, wailing amidst the ocean of cum the god was producing.

Al wailed in desperation and pleading, hungry anguish as he watched one of the god's colossal hands reach out for him. He didn't want to be pulled out of the lake. He wanted to splash and swim and drink down the god's cum until his belly bulged and his body was saturated by the presence of Anubis' seed across every last inch of it. The kangaroo needn't have worried though, because when Anubis' hand reached him, it didn't try to pluck him from the lake of cum. Instead one huge finger pressed down on the top of Al's head, and the marsupial male had only an instant to cry out in pure, trusting, worshipful gratitude before he was dunked fully under the surface, and held there as his own cock pulsed and twitched while more and more cum filled first his belly, and soon his gurgling, helplessly air-starved lungs.

It had to be a dream.

This time, Al was absolutely certain of it, because it began with him waking up. The last thing he remembered was drowning, drowning in a lake of cum and grateful, elated to be able to do so. The last thing he remembered was cumming over and over again, and thinking how much he adored and craved Anubis even as the jackal god's cum flooded his lungs and suffused every last inch of his entire being, inside and out. For obvious reasons that had to have been a dream, because he hadn't drowned. He was here, here was conscious, and... though he was still outside under a blazing summer sun, he was no longer in the presence of a giant, dwarfed and cast into shade by a colossal body standing or sitting or lying at rest nearby.

Instead, Al could feel a body spooned up against his from behind. A hot, thick, erect cock resting between the firm cheeks of his ass, and steady, gentle breathing against the back of his neck. He could feel an arm draped over himself, and glanced down to see black fur and a golden wrist-band etched with pictographic symbols resting against his chest. He trembled happily even in his confusion. It had to have been a dream, and yet... if it was, then why was Anubis here? All his memories, all his experiences of the god had been in relation to the deity's giant size relative to his own. He hadn't met or hung out with anyone who could even have dressed themselves up as the god before, never mind spending enough time with such a person to have ended up curled up with them, naked, aroused and outdoors in the middle of an unfamiliar stretch of countryside.

The kangaroo raised his neck slightly, lifting his face while trying not to disturb the man spooning him. He looked close by, and saw a dip in the earth filled with a rather obscenely large puddle of cum. He looked around at a greater distance, towards the horizons, and was surprised to see the faint outline of a city's skyline with a set of jackal-shaped footprints in the grassy earth leading towards and away from it. Al blinked. He frowned, and looked down at the jackal's footprints again.

That wasn't grass. The substance outlining the footprints of the other man, it wasn't grass.

They were trees.

Tiny, absolutely minute little trees.

Al groaned in confused realisation, knowing what must have happened but still unable to wrap his head around the fact that it actually could have.

The puddle of cum. The crushed, tiny looking trees. There was one way all that made sense, and that was if he was seeing the world from the same perspective as Anubis. If he was seeing the world from the same colossal, impossible heights as the giant jackal.

As if to answer him, a rumbling growl escaped the man spooning Al's naked body. The kangaroo felt his companion shift and begin to move, and he moaned helplessly yet gleefully as he was rolled onto his back, and Anubis' body straddled his own. The jackal was only slightly taller than Al now, just a dozen feet or so. He made no effort to explain what had happened. To let Al know how the kangaroo had grown to his size, or how long it would last, or anything really. What he did do however was make it so that none of that mattered. So that Al simply didn't care about the why or how, because he was too busy simply living the experience.

Anubis rocked his hips down against Al's own, and began to grind their erect, foreskin wrapped cocks together.

He pressed his muzzle to the kangaroo's own in a deep, tender kiss, stroked the sides of Al's flushed, moaning face with gentle hands, and as their two vast bodies sprawled out across the gentle peaks and valleys of the verdant lands all around, the god began to make love to Al as the same thought ran through his divinely attuned mind.

This had to be a dream.

To find someone who worshipped him so shamelessly, so selflessly. To find a mortal with the same urges he felt, and a warm, open heart to match it. To not only find them, but to be able to reach out to them and share these experiences with them.

It had to be a dream, and yet it was such a wonderful dream that Anubis would not question it. He would not hasten to end it. He would simply play along, follow his heart's wishes, and indulge in this dream of a man beneath him for as long as the universe would allow.