> wake up in the morning
> first thing I hear is fluttershy
> it's going to be one of those days
> "He rises! Come sister, join with me in singing praise!"
> hear another voice, a rather unfamiliar one
What the hell are you two talking about?
> roll over, fluttershy and lyra are sitting at me bedside
> they both have their hooves together, and are chanting softly
Fluttershy, knock it off
> "Do as the great one commands!"
> the both rise and look at me as I get out of bed
> "Tell us your bidding oh great one!"
first, I gotta pee
> "Your wish shall be granted!"
> Lyra opens her mouth and motions to it
Or I could use a regular toilet.....
> fluttershy elbows lyra
> "I told you, I was the vessel of his grandeur! That means I get all of his holy fluids"
> She just called my piss a holy fluid
> I quickly make my way to the bathroom and lock the door
> I finish my morning routine, primarily undisturbed.
> the two follow me around, remaining silent
> I continue my day as if they didn't exist
> I'm reading a book, and a seedy part arrives
> feel a twitch in my crotch as the book describes a scene of passionate love making in great detail
> Fluttershy senses this immediately
> She hikes up her white robes, and lifts her tail, exposing herself to me
> "The great one needs to be satisfied!"
> Lyra looks on in anticipation
> I look over to fluttershy, and notice the burn mark on her flank
> It's a capital A
Fluttershy, what the hell did you do to yourself?
> "I marked myself with a reminder of your holiness."
Did you really brand yourself?
> "No, Lyra did it. It burned too badly for me to do it to myself. It still kinda hurts"
> Lyra lifts her robes
> "and I did Lyra, see?"
Fluttershy, you didn't need to do all that
> "Branding is not the holy one's fetish either!"
> Lyra interjects
> "Nevermind the branding. Come great one, mount your vessel of grandeur and be pleased with us"
That is most unnecessary. I am no great one, and I don't want to be treated as such. I'm a normal person, not some sort of god.
> Fluttershy lowers her tail and robes and looks to me
> "Worshiping isn't your fetish either?"
No fluttershy no it's not
> I grab both of them by the scruff of their necks
> Lyra seems to have a spontaneous orgasm as soon as my hands touch her
> "The great one's hands are on me!"
I'm not the great one!
> I throw them outside
> The cult of anon, how creepy