Painting (short story, giantess, cockvore)
Story by EmmaGear
Long story short, a couple months back I dropped by here asking for some recommendations for cockvore because I'd gotten a commission for it. I'm typically more of a giantess writer, but the thread got some replies and at least one person expressed interest in seeing the final thing. Here's that thread.
Blah blah blah months later because of real life I"m done and I figured I'd post it here so anyone else interested could see it. Mind the tags in the thread title! I'm mostly a giantess writer so this focuses mostly on that, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Please be gentle.
I feel like I'm talking to much. My mistake! Here it is.
Painting
Kotoki’s eyes shot open. She wasn't the slightest bit sleepy, but that was normal! Normal for her, at least. She didn't sleep to regain energy like a mortal. Not at all, no. If you asked her, she wasn’t even entirely sure that the way she passed the time could be classified as sleep. She only referred to it as such for the feeble-minded beings who couldn’t hope to match her vast intellect. After all, even the most patient and understanding of her kind would object to the task of watching over humanity constantly for even a couple of years, much less eternity. So she, along with the rest of her kind, only chose to interfere when there was a problem. And then she'd ordered her most devout followers to make sure there was never any problems! It was fullproof! Or, it had been. If she was conscious then something had gone wrong, and she'd need to offer the humans some divine intervention once again.
She sat up and stretched her arms over her head. Doing so felt good, which was all she could ask of basically anything she did anymore. Her divine form was immune to any and all forms of negativity. She couldn't even get her feelings hurt, as far as she could tell. Her curiosity piqued at this sudden question she actually didn't actually have an answer to, and she made a quick mental note to check later. For now her goal was clear… or, rather, it was as clear as she could make it. Even her powers had limits, and while she was able to set up a crude alarm to wake her when there was trouble at her shrine that didn't mean she had any details.
Standing from the perfectly made bed in which she’d been lying, Kotoki took a moment to examine herself in the mirror placed directly next to it. She'd created this small, cozy home in her personal pocket dimension, and she enjoyed spending eternity to herself. Her silky brown hair was flawless, as always, and she offered herself a winning smile. Other deities, particularly one with long orange hair, had criticized her decision to live in such a humble abode instead of an enormous, opulent mansion, but Kotoki felt no reason to justify her choices to anyone.
That was also why others like her typically held dozens of places of worship across the entire mortal realm. They wanted to let their power be known far and wide. Their egos were so fragile they needed to be assuaged constantly. Why, one of them had even had the gall to name himself God, and demanded his followers spread the word far and wide. Kotoki wanted for almost-nothing compared to that nut job. She wanted a single, modest shrine, and nothing more. Set up on the outskirts of a great city, so her followers could enjoy some semblance of the peace and quiet she enjoyed herself.
...How long had she been looking at herself in the mirror again? A mortal's life typically lasted less than a hundred years, which was but a drop in an ocean compared to how long-lived her kind was. As such, time management was not her forte. She had her weaknesses, even if the mortals liked to call her a… what was, it again? Goddess? No, they couldn't have been so cheesy and unoriginal, could they? Maybe there simply wasn't a better term for what she was. If that were the case she could get behind the “Goddess” label.
Sighing, she lazily drew a circle in the air with her finger. After a couple seconds an image formed in the circle she'd drawn, clear as day. She stood a moment and studied the image before her, crossing her arms over her ample chest in the meantime. She was looking at her shrine, as she’d expected, but something was wrong.
The pristine walls of the simple structure had been besmirched. Thick black lines covered seemingly every inch of every flat surface. It was hard to make out from the angle she'd drawn her portal, and considered creating a new one for a better view.
She put those plans on hold, though. There were humans crossing in front of her now. A small group of them, carrying hefty cans in each arm. The metal containers were stained with what appeared to be… taint? No, paint! Her alarm system had paid off! Misc
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