Ever since that cursed day He had just wanted to die, to perish, to no longer exist.

Though the true oblivion of death was a concept not allowed by the last few of the pantheon, it could still be achieved if the last ruling God wished it so.
The One Who Waits had the perfect afterlife planned for all, not just the devout.

But since that day His most loyal little lamb, the one with fleece would strip those ambitions and powers to be no more than another mortal, another worshipper.

In His mortal days The One Who Waits despised it all, Godhood was His true calling, what He deserved.

But those long, long years of waiting, of ambition was finally put to an end: Not from an enemy but from one of His own flock.

For so long he was looked upon as a figure that was invincible and infallible, one who could not be brought down physically or mentally or morally.

At every turn, every obstacle, every hardship he would wear a big dumb smile and march on, barely saying, or bleating a word: full on auto-pilot for when he'd take down Bishops and for when the cult needed attending to.

But today was a big change, a big shift in the power structure of the cult, today something thought not possible happened.

The Lamb, now unstoppable and practically invincible had fallen ill.


Many whispers and shouts rang throughout the cult when the Lamb's husband, The One Who Is No Longer God, Narinder, announced the Lamb had fallen ill during the customary morning sermon.


"Looks like we all need a new leader until our Lord gets better! I will be more than happy to do such a thing!" A boisterous cow spoke up, he gave those who snapped their gazes to him a wink and stepped forward. Instinctively Narinder held his hands together and focused, waiting for a chain to teleport through the floor and impale the prideful beast, instead he made his way to the podium and pushed him aside.

"DID YOU SEE THAT? HE JUST ATTACKED THE LORD'S HUSBAND?!?" Many enraged and fervent followers jumped on stage and dragged him off, kicking and punching him while he struggled and cried; after a minute some carried him out to be locked up for a day or two.

Narinder adjusted himself and began speaking "None of you will be taking the role of Lord as your own, for now I will deal with all of you, understand?" Many of them bowed or hummed, all smiling at him.
Before any more words could be uttered he took in the sight of all of these mortals, these feeble beings of simple mind and body admiring him once more.
He wanted to tear half of them apart just to show no insolence will be accepted among the cult, he made a mental note to kill the blasphemous cow when everyone was asleep.

"Good. Until the Lord is better you will come to me for anything you need. I do not have the means to do the usual sermon for the day so for now you're all dismissed, behave yourselves." They all bowed and took their leave.

Narinder spent a few minutes in silence, dreading the tasks of the small-minded he would have to assist in, but first...the Lamb.


In a luxurious tent adorned with jewellery and symbols of the cult the dutiful husband of their dear Lord stepped in, carrying two buckets; one filled with water and the other empty.
He walked into their sleeping quarters and saw the Lamb, shivering and groaning, mouth and nose sticky with snot and the face sticky with sweat; the acidic stench of vomit cut across the room and Narinder rushed over, placing the buckets next to the bed and quickly carrying the one filled with the contents of the leader's stomach out.

When he went to dump the foul contents of the bucket to a nearby river he heard a loud gasp and quickly turned around "I-Is that the..." an excited fox jumped up and down "It is! Oh one who is lover of our wonderful Lord...may I?" Without getting an answer she grabbed the bucket and ran off, laughing and calling a friend over to her.

Narinder could not help but follow them and see what was up.

Just near the same river he would dump the puke in, he saw the two followers and the other a fox as well; for a moment he pondered if they were related, all mortals looked the same to The One Who Was Stripped of Godhood, after all.

"Is it true? You didn't just grab a random one from the sick bay?" The curious cat hid in a bush nearby and watched them, what could they possibly want with such a foul substance?

"Remember that talk we had before? About us finally..." The male fox punched her playfully "You are so naughty when we're alone...but I mean, yeah, of course I have."
"Well, we finally ahve a piece of the leader with us, so..." He shoved a hand in the thick, mucus-like puke and she undressed, revealing her wide hips and her well endowed breasts; he lathered her body in the disgusting substance while disrobing himself with the free hand, though his member was rather small the compliments and reassurances from the other of his species made him feel much more comfortable and confident when revealing himself to her.

Then they began having sex.

Narinder was ready to lose his own breakfast, but to see them make love while clearly fighting through the stench of the sick was something else.

Then they began vomiting on each other.

He could not take it any-more. Narinder left his hiding spot and thought to approach them, shame them for their disgusting, unsightly actions, or even more punish them; rend them apart but alas, he had no powers or even weapons at his disposal.
But when he heard the woman call out to their Lord, and then speak out her lover's name, who she then clarified as her own flesh and blood, he left.

Once he reached camp another follower came up to him, a pig that was calm in their approach but was clearly nervous.

"O Great Husband of the Great Lord! I need your wisdom and love for a matter most distressing, would you please help me?"
The sick-feeling cat shrugged, whatever could be proposed now could not be worse than what was witnessed.
"I have a dark craving, one of taboo and ill origin." Now he was interested "What do you desire, young one?"

They brought out an empty bowl "I desire a meal of one's own after meal creations." For a moment he was confused by such a request "After meal creation? You mean left-overs?"
The hog shook his head "No, no. I require that which is made when you have eaten and later pass the conte-" "Shit, you want my shit?!?" The followers near them looked in their direction.
"Oh, no! I want your beautiful, blessed waste!" Narinder looked around, embarrassed at the commotion this was causing "No! How dare you speak such filth at me!" He slammed the bowl against his face and dragged him to a prison and locked him in.

"If you're lucky I won't turn you into food, stay quiet."

Near the middle of the camp, which was much larger than The One Who Used to Lead would believe, a follower covered head to toe in thick robes called everyone over for their lunch.

Surely the Lamb is feeling better now, enough to eat something at least?

Narinder rushed over to pick out something decent but no one reached for any of the food until he picked up a bowl that looked nicer than anything else "Ah, you know what the Lord likes?" He shook his head "This just looked the most presentable is all." The one who spoke, still covered by the robes bowed their heads and clasped their hands together "The Lord only gets the best! He would ask us to only make what we deemed fit for a God, and so we did as such!"

"Oh, well, keep up the good work..." he ran over to their tent and entered the room.

While the Lamb shivered at the feeling of the wind entering the tent he did sit up for the second meal of the day.
"Thank you, dear..." the Lamb let out a small cough and placed the bowl on his lap, Narinder grunted and was about to take his leave when the Lamb bleated out in protest "We eat together. Come, Narinder." He pat the empty part of the bed and the husband soon crawled up to him.

The Lamb stabbed his fork down on a nice smelling piece of meat and took a bite then handed the rest of it to The One Who Was on Lunch Break.
"Nice, isn't it? I know you don't get to eat this nice everyday but seeing as you're fulfilling my duties for the day...I think you deserve the treat!" Narinder looked away and ate the rest of the forkful, despite his doubts it was far better than anything else he had eaten since he became a God, when the need for food was no longer a thing.

The Lamb let out a small giggle and took the fork back; he would do the same for every piece of food, making sure they both shared equal amounts.
"I'm not feeling great but its nice to get something in me, thanks for helping me finish it!" He leaned over and kissed the pouting cat on the lips, trying to worm his tongue inside.

"No fair! I'm sick!" He pushed him down and kissed him on the mouth again, this time the submissive male allowed it and soon the Lamb was swirling their tongues together, both of them letting out quiet moans and gasps.
Narinder, despite his years of experience and power, had never known the pleasures of the flesh before the Lamb came along; every time a love making session would entail he would always be surprised at how pleasant it would feel.

The many years of Godhood made him feel disgusted at acts which did not achieve anything but the necessary, though he did enjoy the more cruel methods of accomplishing things.

"We have enough time to...you know~" the Lamb grabbed his husband's member and played around with it, tugging the skin at the tip and rubbing his coinpurse until he was erect; their Lord, despite making sure to assert his dominance over those who worshipped him, would almost always want his lover to claim him.
 
The horny feline pushed him off and turned the Lamb around, he gasped in excitement when the warmth and slimy-ness of the tongue he had just done tasting penetrated an area that would soon be penetrated by something else.

"Oh! You are so eager today!" It was true: usually the Lamb would ride his husband until they both climaxed, but today Narinder was taking the lead.

The One Who Fucks planted his paws onto the soft bed and placed himself at the entrance of the Lamb; even now the thought of plunging into such a tight hole was enough to make precum ooze onto his cheeks. By no means did the Lamb have any kind of ass but there was enough for it to be present when bending over or on his front-side.
Narinder drooled when his head made its way in and the Lamb bleated, playfully slapping his arms on the bed "So big! So big! Oh, Nari! Please breed me, don't hold back just because of my current state!" Really no encouragement was needed, but the cute pleas of lust did something alright.

Violently Narinder plundered the depths of his husband's small posterior and just like a machine he quickly and by motion started pumping his swollen member in and out, when the balls made contact with the Lamb's they both started to loudly moan and gasp; every few thrusts getting a shout or yelp from them.
Some curious eyes peeked in and as fast left, not wanting to draw the ire of the two lovers, though some would commit those few precious, delectable moments to memory until the day they died.

The fucking was over quick with The One Who Cums coating the Lamb's insides with his hot seed, when he pulled out the member which was followed with a 'pop' sound the Lamb got on his knees and pushed the cat back.
"Get it in your mouth, slurp it all out and kiss me with it still in there!" He slapped the Lamb's thighs "No! That is completely disgusting! I don't want to do such a thing!" The lamb let out a pissed off bleat "DO IT NOW OR I'LL PUNISH YOU!" The crown and his eyes glowed a sharp red and many tentacles raised from the ground "You won't do anything, but fine... didn't know I married a child..."

With closed eyes he dug his tongue deep into the lover's anus and scooped out the thick, rope like load he had just got shooting. The Lamb turned around and kissed him deep on the mouth, they both moaned again while doing such a filthy act. Once the Lamb had swallowed the last of his cat husband's spunk he kissed him on the cheek and pushed his head between his thighs "Make me cum!" Narinder tutted but did as such, though the few licks he gave was enough to finish the Lamb off and now his own mouth was filled "Swallow it, please." He complied.

"That was amazing! Now..." The Lamb handed over a clipboard "These are things that must be looked over every day. I always do this as soon as lunch is over: Seeing to the needs of our followers is important, but this stuff is crucial to keeping the cult going. If anything is off deal with it or punish those who are responsible." He laid back on his side of the bed.

The lunch time activity and meal was nice, even if he disliked the pushiness of the sickly husband.

Narinder looked over the list; it wasn't anything too bad but some of the items worried him.
First the many farms had to be checked on.

This task went by quickly as the cult members were doing their duties, none were slacking off from their duties and those who were already finished helped those who still had yet to do their daily work.

Secondly...the toilets they had around the camp.
There was a small note under the entry 'If blood is present, investigate. If it's not cleaned punish those on cleaning duty.'

"I hate this so much..." The scaredy cat meekly went through the many outhouses they had and for every one that had the shit on the floors or walls he would scream for those who were in charge of cleaning and who the perpetrators were.

"I-I swear O lover of the Lord we are trying our best! And you should be blaming those who smear their faeces on the walls and such!"
"There are so many people here, how do I do that?" Narinder, not happy with the back-talk stepped back from the outhouse and pointed at it "Clean this filth! No, do all of them!" They bowed and got to work.

Third on the list was gathering resources only in the many dungeons that had to be crawled through.
Narinder looked over a list of the most capable followers and told them to gather what was listed, they all rushed out with their weapons and supplies.

Fourth was checking the stability of the larger structures, including the grand statue nested in the middle of the camp.
All was fine as usual, though a small sting of jealousy rang through The One Who Isn't Leader when he saw the praying and worshipping around it.

And last but not least, if anything it was the most important task: Health of those in the medical bay.
Surprisingly there were few who were ill and those who were had nothing severe, Narinder sighed and checked it off.

"Feels like there should have been more. Well; the less I have to interact with such filth the better..."

The rest of the afternoon passed pretty uneventfully; though he did get more strange requests none got to him like the hog, or the sight of the twins.

When the sun had set there was one more gathering near the middle of the camp, now dinner was being served to everyone and as with before Narinder collected the Lord's food, to which the others allowed him to take before they had their own meals.

THe Lamb was standing on his feet, unsteady but able to do some walking "You brought me dinner too? Thank you, honey~" he walked over and kissed him on the cheek "Want to share again?"
Narinder shrugged and they sat back on the bed, now on the side than at the head.

"Remember when we first left the camp to eat together? On that picnic date?" He scooped out some food and placed it up to his lover's mouth "Y-Yeah...It was...something..." he ate the whole spoonful of food, still a little upset at the robbed Godhood.

"I like to think about that day, when you finally let that last bit of yourself down..."

The Lamb dug in and scarfed down half of the bowl then handed it to the cat husband "Sorry. I've been starving!" Narinder ate his own half, much less ravenously and more politely.

The Lamb sighed and laid back on the bed "Oh, honey! Oh my sweet Nari~!" He pulled back his legs over his head "I need another breeding!" It was obnoxious how the fleeced husband would do this every day but he had to admit: it felt nice being desired by someone unconditionally.



"...It's time..."

After their passionate love-making session they fell asleep in each others arms, both coated in each others cum. Narinder quietly got up, making sure to place a pillow on the Lamb's arms so he still had something to cuddle with.

When he first left the tent he looked around, everyone was either asleep or guarding the entrance to the camp.

Without making a sound he slipped a large knife from a cooking station and walked over to the holding cells, some naughty followers were already locked up but he had his eyes on the cow who boasted earlier.

When the sinful cow saw him approach he cowered and tried to escape, the sight of the large knife made him panic.

"This is what you get for your treachery." He stabbed the deserving sinner on the side of the neck and tore it through to the other side; creating a bloody smile below the mouth.
After a minute of wet, agonized breathing with blood bubbling and spilling to the ground beneath them the now dead bovine slumped down.

Narinder freed the corpse and got to work butchering it, he thought it funny to mix it among the normal cooking meat, not like anyone would tell, especially if the meat was spiced or diced and mixed with many veggies.

The One Who Butchers cleaned himself off at the same river he witnessed the puke rutting and headed back to bed, moving back into the Lamb husband's embrace.

Morning broke through the small gaps in the tent ceiling and first thing the Lamb got up and did the morning sermon, made sure everyone was happy in the morning; careful not to miss anyone who needed help with something the others could not handle. It was not until lunch did Narinder wake up when the Lamb shook him awake and handed him the usual lunch he was allowed which while not as fancy as the leader's was still preferable to what the others ate.

"So, would you lead them again if I fell ill?"
"I'd rather not, it was awful! And some of them are...kind of sick."
"You mean the poop eaters? Yeah I just strangle them in their sleep and pass it off as a natural passing."
Narinder laughed loudly, gagging on his food for a few seconds.
"Like that, huh?"

The One Who Rarely Laughs looked at his husband and smiled "I always love it when you show them who's in charge!"
"It's nice to see you smile, honey. I wish you would do it more often..."
"Then give me more reasons to smile!"

They both laughed and as Narinder was going to carry their bowls out the Lamb once more grabbed him by the collar "You know what I want~"