Kanoa's Will
by Shravasti
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Kanoa was an oddity among the otter's gods. An oddity among gods in general. In a pantheon of adult gods of many shapes, Kanoa took the form of a slightly tubby boy that looked about 8.

Images of Kanoa tended to show him wearing a feathered headdress, adorned in stripes of green, turquoise and orange. Like all gods, he was naked, but unlike them, he was always pictured with an ever-present erection. Not exaggerated, but entirely the same size as a mortal child.

It was Kanoa who gave the tribes the gift to engage in physicality with their pups. Why bondings could happen as early as 6. Breedings up to 8. Kanoa was also popular with outsiders, ones whose societies were tighter leashed as to their young. Once in a while, an outsider could join a tribe, the price being that the new joiner had to take a mate. With such a low age threshold, a joiner had plenty to work with.

None of that interested Luke. Especially since the imposing Cougar wasn't into girls of any age. And he had no plans to be a part of any tribe. He was far more interested in the idol he'd stolen from the village he was currently toting in a bag over his shoulder. It was an idol of Kanoa, carved out of what looked like Jade. He'd snuck it out of it's hut, easily crawling under the back wall, in the midst of a ceremony. No one would even notice for hours.

Luke had made sure to cover enough distance over dry land. The otters didn't like being too far from a shore of some kind. By the time he was sure he was far enough, it was night. So, he staked himself out a campsite, lit a fire, and sat himself down. He took his prize out of the sack and looked the idol over. It was incredibly well detailed. Veins on it's little penis and even the indentation of a tailhole. He didn't know what the otters used this for, but he was sure he'd benefit a lot more from this thing. "You're gonna make me a nice profit." he said to the idol, rubbing his thumbs over his chubby cheeks. The otter idol's face did not change at this, remaining impassive stone.

He stuffed the idol into the sack and sat back against it. He did not realize, but in time, he was dozing off. By the time he was asleep, his dreams centered around the idol. It sat in the center of a spotlight, coming alive and getting up. It put it's arms up and gyrated it's hips. He tried to reach out for it, but it seemed to swagger away. He followed, and he found himself in a huge throne room. It was flooded with warm water, surrounded by pillars that were covered in seaweed. And in the throne sat... Kanoa. No mere idol.

Luke found himself thinking conscious thoughts as the room seemed to get clearer around him, and he realized that he was actually lucid. This was real.

He looked his body over, and he realized he was naked.

The naked otter stepped down the stairs towards him, fixing him with an accusatory stare, even as the little otter's cock pointed at him. "So, you think you can steal from me, do you?" he said.

Luke tried to puff up in front of this child, sound tough. He knew it was pointless. A god was still a god. "And what if I did?"

"It means you fell for my trap..." the god said. "...and have offered yourself up as a new recruit."

Luke tried to tug at his collar, then he remembered that he didn't have one on him. His entire body felt hot, tingling like his skin was trying to shift itself. The otter cub swaggered his divine backside in front of the cougar. Luke had never been into cubs before, but he found himself harder than steel in front of this pup. "What are you talking about?"

"I've always got room for a plaything." Kanoa said, stepping up to his throne and bending over it. "I mean it."

Luke found his legs moving on their own accord, bringing him behind the little otter. He didn't even think, he just took hold of his hard cock, rubbing it up against the tiny bulge between the otter's legs, slickening his crack up with his pre, then entering with no pause.

"Ff-fuuuck..." Luke groaned. This was his first cub. Even still, he thrusted like he was fucking an experienced whore, and Kanoa took it as such. The god in a child's body giggled as the cougar pounded him over and over again. He found himself liking this, greatly. He could see himself doing it again. Then he realized there was now nothing but his will spurring him on. Luke grunted, bending forward more, grabbing the otter by his thick legs and pulling them apart.

"Ahhh... That's the way!" the boy cried out, spurting his immature semen all over his throne again and again. Luke pulled, and Kanoa's legs were off the throne. He thrust furiously, making Kanoa's buttocks ripple. He wanted nothing more than to cum inside this cub, and his wish was granted.

It was like no orgasm he'd ever had before. Intense, long-lasting...

Voluminous.

Luke realized he was pumping more cum into Kanoa's tailhole than he'd ever ejaculated in his entire life. His arms and legs began to feel weak, and he was forced to drop the prize between his legs. He stumbled back, his cumming never halting, as he felt his body begin to shrink. Muscle disappeared, bone reshaped. Most importantly, his cock began to shrink, even as it continued to ejaculate, coming down to an inch and a half in length, while his balls drew into his body until they were the size of a peach pit.

His ejaculations ebbed to as small and pathetic as Kanoa's had been earlier. When they stopped he looked himself over. He looked like he did when he was 5. "Wh-what did you..."

His heart stopped in his throat. Kanoa was no longer the image of a child. Instead there was a large and portly adult otter looking down at him. Luke couldn't help but feel... reverent. His instinct was to bow, and he made little happy noises when the god lifted his chin up with his toe. "Now that's more like it." said the very much adult god. "You're ready to join my harem."

Luke felt excited, even though he was not sure why. He found himself eyeing Kanoa's cock. Huge, thick and veiny. The god crouched down before him, stroking the cougar cub's cheek. "You didn't just ejaculate your adulthood away. You ejaculated your soul. It belongs to me now, while your body and mind are just extensions to please me forever."

Luke wasn't horrified. How could he feel horrified? This was everything he wanted, right? Yes. His existence was here, for his god, forever.

Kanoa stood, picking Luke up in one arm, and the room changed around them. They stood in a circle of pillows, and in the circle were other cubs. Their eyes all turned to Kanoa as he arrived, and Luke looked them all over. There were cubs of many ages and species, males and females, none of them over 12. His eyes widened as he recognized the smallest.

A century ago, a conquering army came through this land, intent on enslaving the otter tribes. They were led by a mysterious white bear. Without warning, the army went back home, their leader disappeared. The event was recorded in many histories. No one ever knew where the ferocious warrior that led the army went. 

But now Luke knew, there he was, looking at him eagerly with huge eyes. He couldn't be more than 3, outwardly.

Kanoa dropped Luke in front of the little bear, and he found the both of them surrounded by cubs. "Say hello to your latest sibling."

"Hi, Luke!" they all said, except for the bear who babbled like a toddler. He realized that he'd never brought up his name. He felt a body press against him, a slightly chubby mouse girl reached around to stroke him. Luke wriggled with pleasure, getting stiff instantly. The little bear launched forward, latching onto Luke's crotch, suckling on him like a nipple.

Luke tried his best to make sense of everything, and the answer that returned was that it was all to entertain Kanoa...

No. Entertain Daddy.

Daddy liked to watch his cubs play with each other, and Luke found himself eager to please. His little partner was certainly insistent, his little lips contracting around the cougar's cock tightly. Luke gasped, ejaculating his feeble cub seed into the little bear's mouth. The other cubs clapped, having gotten all worked up, breaking into a little impromptu cub orgy. Kanoa sat back, stroking himself, tilting his hips up. Luke could sense that Kanoa was beckoning him forth, offering that cock to him. 

He had to work for it, the little bear was still latched firmly on to him. But he persevered. Kanoa tapped that hard cock against his mouth, and Luke dutifully opened. He took it in slowly. Kanoa did not go in far, and much of Kanoa's large, veiny cock still stayed outside of his lips. It seemed Kanoa elected to do things realistically with the young cougar. Luke bobbed his head with no need for bidding, while Kanoa stroked the remainder. The little white bear finally let go of Luke, so as to bury his nose in Kanoa's balls.

"Mmmm... good boys." Kanoa rumbled. He was happy to reward their diligence, and Luke soon found his mouth flooded with divine otter seed. More than he could handle. He pulled back, and the god saw fit to decorated his face and heaving chest with long white streaks of seed. Luke sat back to savor the feel of the warm semen on his body, feeling blessed.

Then Kanoa sat back, patting his lap. Luke's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked upon Daddy's divine cock, glistening with semen and saliva, poised like a throne for someone to sit on it. It was all for him. The cubs around him stopped, enraptured as the little cougar moved to take his next assigned place. Kanoa lifted him up easily, pressing his back against that chubby belly. Luke grinned with excitement as Daddy's immense member probed his tiny little pucker.

Kano did not need urging or caution, and he took none. Luke's universe became stars as the otter's member plunged into him, all the way down to his balls. Luke was sure Kanoa's member was reaching up to his collarbone by now, but the entire thing felt like it was merely enveloped in his little sleeve of flesh. Such was the power of a god. Luke found himself at the center of divinity, burning with pleasure as he was penetrated, little stiffie endlessly squirting out it's childish loads, looking down upon the procession of fornicating cubs. His little polar bear friend, had found a couple other boys to play with the little nub between his legs.

Then Kanoa moved.

Up and down, in and out, pistoning into the little cougar boy's tailhole over and over again. His entire body jiggled, his balls swatted audibly against Luke's, and the otter's webbed hands were firmly locked around Luke's thighs. How could he not feel the eternal love of his Daddy? How could he not be grateful forevermore? The stars in Luke's vision became real, swirling around all of them, but he as not of a mind to notice too well, fucked and cumming repeatedly as he was.

In a blink, Kanoa was in front of him, instead of behind. He had reverted to his cub guise, but the cock Luke felt buried within him had not changed size. Kanoa gave him a grin, then pressed their lips together. Luke's eyes rolled up as their tongues met, and the energy they produced coalesced. Luke's limbs flopped back as Daddy filled him with untold amounts of semen, making the little cougar's belly bulge out. He was vaguely aware of the moans of all the other cubs as they came all at once.

"I-I love you, Daddy." he managed to gasp out.

"And Daddy loves you." Kanoa replied.

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Tila's tail flicked as she entered the sacred hut. The naked otter girl's eyes moved to the altar of Kanoa for the umpteenth time since it vanished. But now, it was there again. The sculpture of Kanoa smiled back at her.

"It's back, daddy." she yelled out.

Tua stepped into the hut, then sighed with relief as he verified his daughter's report.

"Ah, just as it always does." he said.

"How does it keep coming back, daddy?" she asked him.

"It just means Kanoa's still looking out for our people." he replied. He rubbed his chin, looking down at her bare backside. His erection did not take long to rise in reaction. He crouched down and pulled his daughter back to him.

"Again, daddy?" she giggled.

"We must thank Kanoa for his continued blessing." he said, setting her legs apart and plunging her upon his member, his hands groping at a chest devoid of breasts. And there in the sacred hut, the father mated and seeded his young daughter, all under the watchful eyes of Kanoa. The statue smiled, signaling his approval with his everlasting erection.

-End