Business was slow. In actuality, business had been slow for centuries, if not thousands of years, but Priapus hadn’t paid much attention to the passage of time. Gods were above such mortal limitations. It was quiet in his corner of ‘Paradise’, as mortals called it. The god resided in a marble edifice constructed to resemble an overly large stable. Priapus himself had taken the form of a horse -- not any particular breed, but a combination of traits he thought looked attractive. Silky fur of alabaster and chocolate brown swirled with jet black clad him, and he was well muscled in all the right places. Soft milky brown eyes regarded his surroundings as he lay back in his chaise longue, stroking his thick member. When standing he was almost eight feet tall, and his cock was similarly proportioned, extending a good twenty inches or so, and so fat that his servants could barely encompass it with both hands. Priapus was the god of many things, but most people knew him for the size of his dick. Unsurprisingly, he’d taken a role overseeing things in the mortal world that relied on males meeting females to reproduce -- livestock, orchards and gardens, bees, and nature in general. More than that, however, he was The God of Masculinity. Or so he proclaimed. He sighed with pleasure as he stroked his shaft, smearing his copious precum all around the head and downwards, keeping his cock slick for his hand. Priapus didn’t fantasise about anything in particular; he just liked masturbating, and the inevitable climax that followed. One of his servants came in, a pretty filly with golden fur and blue eyes. She was naked, as he liked all his servants to be, mostly for easier access to the delights hidden between their legs when he was in the mood. She bore a platter of rich purple grapes and a large pitcher of sparkling water. “Your refreshment, my Lord,” she said, placing the platter upon a nearby table before bowing out. “Thank you, Sara.” As the servant disappeared, Priapus had a sudden thought. “Oh, Sara? Come back a moment, will you?” “My Lord?” Sara returned, standing in the door with her hands crossed primly over her abdomen. Priapus smiled widely. “You’ve been having some fun down on the ground, haven’t you? Exploring, seeing what the mortal world is like?” The filly nodded, looking down at the ground and shuffling her hooves. “Yes, my Lord. Why do you ask?” “Does anyone still know my name? I know I’m a minor god, but still... it’s nice to know people still remember me.” Sara looked bewildered at the question. “I... I don’t know, my Lord. I can try to find out.” “Good. Do that. It has been too long since anyone worshipped me, and I long to hear people saying my name again.” The servant nodded and bowed. “At once, my Lord.” Sara turned and left, a slight bounce in her step. Priapus grinned and resumed his stroking. He knew what she got up to when she slipped down to the mortal world. He kept an ear out for juicy conversation between his servants, and Sara seemed to be the sluttiest one of them all. * * * * * Sometime later -- it could have been minutes, days or years, since gods rarely paid attention to time -- Sara returned. Priapus looked up from his chaise longue. His most recent orgasm had painted him from midbelly to the tips of his ears, and he was stroking again. He just couldn’t keep his hands off his cock. “Ah, my favourite servant returns.” A wry smile accompanied Sara’s nod. “Yes, my Lord.” Her eyes fixed upon her master’s shaft, taking in the impressive length, watching as his cum-slick hand slipped up and down. “The world below has moved on to greater things, and many of the deities formerly worshipped are no longer known, except through stories and worn tchotchkes.” “That’s a shame. I miss having followers who would beseech me to help with their harvests, or their fertility... or improve their male stature.” “Well, I think I may have the answer to that, sort of. At least, we may be able to get you new followers.” Priapus tilted his head. “Oh? What have you in mind?” “One moment.” Sara left the room again, and returned a minute later with a large black rectangular object tucked under her right arm, and a smaller rectangle in her left hand. “These will help you to get noticed again.” She fumbled with it, and it opened it up to reveal a reflective surface with a lot of small squares imprinted with unfamiliar letters. “This is a computer,” she explained, and placed it upon the table. “And this is a mobile telephone. It has something in it that can... record images of you.” Priapus wasn’t exactly the smartest god, focused as he was upon sex, so Sara had to improvise. The god looked at the new objects, trying to work out how they would help him. “Okay. Uh, so how do these work?” * * * * * Over the next few days, Sara taught her master the basics of what the computer and cellphone could do, and used the phone to make some recordings of Priapus masturbating, and taking advantage of a couple of the other servants. He might not have completely understood what she was talking about, but as long as he could indulge in his sexual pleasures, he was fine with letting Sara do the hard work. “So, what happens now?” Priapus was genuinely curious, and looked over Sara’s shoulder as she did... something. “You’ve got lots of pictures, and some... videos? What are you going to do with them?” Sara smirked slightly. “I’m going to make them public for the whole world to see. Firstly, let’s get them up on Pornhub. Good place to start.” Priapus was startled by just how many small pictures of sexual activity were shown on the screen when Sara loaded it up. “It seems they don’t need much help from me,” he murmured. “Maybe not, but this is where you can start picking up new followers.” The filly tapped on the small pad on the front of the computer, and another page loaded. “This is a profile page for the person who uploaded the videos. See this number? This is how many people are following this uploader.” “Really?” Priapus blinked, squinting at the number. “That’s... a lot. So... you... ‘upload’ what you recorded, and if people like it, then they’ll follow me?” Sara nodded, turning her head to smile at her master. “Probably. It’ll be slow at first, but if you upload regularly with new content, then you’ll get more and more followers.” Priapus smiled back, and gave Sara a light slap on the shoulder. “If this works, then... well, I’ll have to find a way to thank you.” “I’m sure I can think of something,” Sara smirked a little and turned back to the computer. “I’ll put it on a few other sites, and see how we go. With a dick your size, you should have little trouble picking up followers.” The god couldn’t resist flexing a bit at the compliment. “While we wait for results, perhaps you might like to indulge with me?” He ran his fingers through Sara’s dark gold mane, twining the strands around gently. “Get some more practice in?” “Mm, sure... just stay away from my butt. It still feels sore from the last time!” Priapus chuckled and nodded. “Sorry about that. I do so enjoy a tight hole.” “With that cock, every hole’s tight,” Sara muttered. She pushed herself up out of her chair and slipped an arm around her master’s waist, while she took his partially flaccid cock in her free hand. “First, let’s get this primed again....”