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Demeter's Pet
a Novel by Varkel
Fall, 2008


*Epilog*


"That's the last petition," said Pester with a sigh, "for now."

Sam shook his head.  "God!  How many have We resolved?"

"893, unless I've miscounted."

"What's your opinion on why so many?  Did Zeus just shirk them off?"

"Mostly, I guess.  'Shirk them off.'  Is that like 'jack them off?'"

"Apparently not, but you have a point.  Most of them involved who was 
fucking who, one way or the other.  That's what I've been doing -- 
jacking them off."

Pester chuckled.  "You are a droll king, Sam.  I like You."

"Thanks.  Where's Demi?"

"Still soothing Aphrodite's sons, I expect.  I'm surprised You let Her 
go.  Can't you _see_ Her?"

He sighed.  "Now that I look.  She's three universes over, fucking two 
of them together.  Only 17 to go."

He looked around.  The previous bright "sunlight" -- in fact it was no 
sun, as Sam had learned -- had been blocked simply by creating a tarp to
cover the roof opening.  Now His throne perched high in relative gloom,
lit only by blue sky light passing between the surrounding columns.  The
crowd below Him had thinned out considerably.

"Look, Pester, can you take charge here?"

"Huh?"

"You know: sit in this seat, settle anything that comes up."

The nymph studied Him askance.  "That seat would crimp my tail.  You 
don't have to _go_ after Her, You know.  Just pull Her back."

"It's not that.  To tell you the truth, as Demi, She is the most 
beautiful child I ever saw, but as Demeter ... I don't like the way She
thinks.  If I'd taken Her advice, half those petitioners would be in 
Tartarus.  If I let Her into this seat, I doubt I'd ever sit in it 
again."

"Why do You want _me_ in it?"

"I may be a fool, but I think you actually love Me, not just my Climax 
Spell."

Her eyes settled on his.  "You're no fool, Sam.  Where do You want to 
go?"

"To Earth.  I want to restart a religion."

"Ooo!  Take _me_, take _me_!"

"No, dear.  I need you here.  I'll take a satyr and a nymph, one of 
each: Dobbit and maybe Tolis.  She'll finally get enough cock."

Pester's face had fallen, but she took a deep breath and recovered.  
"You want them as proof of Olympus, don't You?"

"Exactly."

"Then ...  Dobbit is another You can trust, so You don't want to leave 
him in the Human Preserve.  May I suggest a better matched pair: Pryon 
and Zoe?  Pryon is plausible; he and Dobbit have often had philosophical
dialogs.  Zoe could be Pryon's twin, if satyr's had sisters, and loves 
to suck cock almost as much as I do."

Sam laughed.  "I wonder how often cocksucking has started a religion!  
All right.  Summon them to Demeter's talk room.  I'll meet them there."

"Why do You have to go in _that_ body?"

"Because Jason knows it."

"Huh!  Why do I suspect You want to fuck some little girl again?"


* * *


Sam cast his mind across 25 universes and found Jason, Marcy, Natty and
Sean, seated nude in that order on Marcy's living room couch.  The four
were watching television, which perhaps explained why the two cocks were
limp.

In Demeter's talk room Sam gathered his subjects with an arm around each
and pushed the threesome to stand on Marcy's carpet out of the TV's line
of sight.  They arrived silently but not invisibly.

The seated four jerked erect, gasping with eyes wide.  Natty, now eleven
with pudgy breasts, peered at the newly arrived man and spoke first.  
"Sam, is that you?"

Jason leapt to his feet.  "Of course it's Sam.  That's how he looked on
Olympus."

"Very good, Jason," said Sam with a smile.  "Keep your seats."  He 
dropped into Marcy's single overstuffed armchair.  "These two prefer to
stand for obvious reasons."

Jason remained on his feet.  Holding the remote, he muted the TV while 
his eyes rounded in astonishment.  "Is this really a satyr and a nymph?"

"Right: Pryon and Zoe.  They look like blue-haired brother and sister, 
but actually they're no relation.

"Let me introduce everyone.  The big man is Jason.  You may remember 
him, Pryon; he enjoyed chatting with Dobbit.  Next is Marcy.  This is 
her house.  Next is Sean, a very young man, and Natty, Marcy's daughter.
I believe they're a family, though only the females are 
blood-relations."

Eyes bright, Zoe said, "I remember Jason."  She smiled widely, 
blue-tipped tail wagging.  "His cock is larger than Zeus's."

"I remember him too," said Pryon, also smiling.  "I participated in 
their disputation about free will."

"Ah, yes!" Jason agreed, smiling in return.  "I recall it well.  Between
green and blue I was left impotent, though I still abhor determinism."

"Green and blue?" Sam wondered.

Pryon said dryly, "I think he refers to Dobbit's and my hair color."

Jason declared, "And your impenetrable support of each other!  What are
you doing here?  Sam, can it be that Zeus changed His mind?"

"Zeus is no longer a factor, Jason."

The big man's astonishment doubled.  "'No longer a factor' -- _Zeus_, 
king of the gods?  How in heaven -- Olympus -- could that be?"

Pryon said with a grin, "Sam banished him to Tartarus."

"To where?"

"The farthest reaches of Hades.  He's good as dead, unless some god 
wants Him returned enough to go release Him."

"Not likely," added Zoe.  "Olympus is heartily tired of Him."  Standing
at the side of his chair, she patted Sam's shoulder.  "So far everyone 
likes Sam."

Jason blinked rapidly.  "_You_ are now king of the gods?"

"Sam, the First -- at the moment."  Sam shook his head.  "That throne is
easily lost."

"Incredible!  You must tell us how you did it -- _why_ you did it!"

Marcy spoke up.  "The kitchen chairs have open backs.  Why don't you 
fetch two for our Olympian guests, Sean?  Would you like something to 
drink, Sam?  Is that really your own body?"

Sam grinned at the blinking Zoe.  "Study Marcy, my dear, if you would 
emulate a woman.  They can change subjects faster than you can dodge a 
satyr."

Sean had risen to fetch the chairs but Sam waved him back.  Instantly 
two kitchen chairs nudged the rear of the Olympian's knees.  They sat, 
looking behind them in surprise, tails flopping out through the open 
backs.

"Wow!" Natty exclaimed.  "Did you do that, Sam, or did they?"

"I got the chairs, Sweetie.  My powers have grown stronger."

"Ooo, Sam!"

Zoe said, "Could I have a Pepsi, Marcy?"

"A Pepsi?"  The woman blinked.  "Do we have any, Natty?"

"Yes.  I'll get her some."  The girl left the room.

Marcy smiled.  "Do you like Pepsi particularly?"

"I don't know.  I've heard it tastes better than ambrosia."

"Really?  _Ambrosia_?"

"Not what it's cracked up to be," said Sam.  "To answer an earlier 
question, no, this is the body I woke up in after Demeter resurrected 
me.  I don't know where she got it, but it's serviceable."

Her eyes dropped to his groin.  He smiled.  "Even there.  To answer 
still another question -- Jason's, I believe -- I brought Pryon and Zoe
to help Jason restart a religion, if he still wants to."

The big man took a quick breath.  "Oh, yes!  I've been ... printing 
flyers even without them.  Does that mean they can stay awhile?"

"As long as they and you wish.  They're volunteers fully in sympathy 
with your goals.  They're even willing to undergo medical examinations."
He chuckled.  "I think they're looking forward to meeting our medicos."

Pryon explained, "We're in sympathy with their goals too."

"Doctors?" said Marcy, eyebrows rising.  "You mean making money?"

Pryon blinked.  "Money?  I mean making humans live longer."

"Oh!" she sniffed.  "You mean their secondary goal."

Sam and Jason chuckled as Natty returned with Pepsi over ice and gave it
to Zoe, who sipped contemplatively, blinked and remarked, "It tickles my
nose."

"That looks like some kind of conference on TV," noted Sam.  "I'm 
surprised you four found it so interesting."

Jason nodded.  "The Olympians are disdainful of events in the 'Human 
Preserve.'  That's what they call Earth," he said to Marcy.  "But I'm 
surprised they didn't notice our new world-wide women's movement, the 
FFW.  It started two weeks ago -- here, of all places, at Bessemer High 
School."

Sam laughed.  "FFW -- Freedom For Women!"

"You do know of it!"

"Would you believe I started it?"

"What?"  Margy's eyes bulged in her head.  Staring, Sean sat up 
straighter.

"Not that I meant to.  I only wanted an orgy in the auditorium with 
fifty or so girls.  It got out of hand.  I learned if you get that many
naked females together, god alone knows what will happen."

"You 'only wanted an orgy in the auditorium,'" began Jason musingly.

"'With fifty girls?'" Marcy ended.

"A lot more went along.  When the boys petered out, the girls ran 
out into the street at rush hour.  That's what really started it.  But 
surely that's all been reported in the media."

"_Ad nauseam_," said Jason.  He smiled triumphantly at Marcy.  "We 
suspected you were involved somehow."

Natty spoke up.  "I knew you were great, Sam, but how'd you get so many
girls to play?"

He answered solemnly.  "I think because it's what they secretly wanted 
to do.  All of us like to fuck when we can get away with it, and mobs 
always can."  He gestured at the still-playing though silent television.
"What are they going on about?"

Jason said, "The experience of possession that a lot of the high-school
girls have reported.  A presidential commission has been formed to 
investigate them."

"I'll give you a name to recommend to them: Hannah Woosenan.  I think 
she's a junior.  She knows about Olympus."

"You told her?"

"I _took_ her there!  For your information, Zeus knew about the 
investigative commission.  His reaction to it is what led to his 
downfall."

Jason leaned forward in his seat.  "You were going to tell us about 
that."

They listened raptly to the tale.  Although Zoe had been among the 
nymphs in the throne room, neither she nor Pryon had heard the details 
of the escape from Tartarus.

When Sam finished and leaned back in his chair, Jason mused, "It's hard
to believe that Zeus feared us from 25 universes removed.  We can't 
cross even one!"

"Can't we?" said Sam.  "I point out that you've crossed all 25."

"Because you transported me.  Do you know how you did that?"

Sam shrugged.  "No, I don't, but obviously humans can do it.  Zeus has 
been trying to inhibit human advancement since gunpowder was invented.
With his interference removed, I expect humans to soon learn all about 
'god power.'  I plan to help them all I can."

Jason blinked.  "You think it can have a scientific basis?"

"Doesn't everything that's real?"  Sam took a deep breath.  "I left 
Pester minding the store, so I'd better get on back.  Natty, how'd you 
like to go with me?"

"Oh, Sam!  _Could_ I?"

Marcy interjected, "She's still going to school, you know."

"And Sean, of course.  What's your arrangement here, Sean?"

"He lives here now," said Marcy.  "We've invited his mother as soon as 
we get a larger house."

"As to school, they might stay a week on Olympus but only a few hours 
will pass on Earth."

Jason huffed, "That hardly sounds scientific!"

"Not yet."  Sam grinned.  "What about it, Marcy?  Do they have your 
permission?  I'm sure you'll enjoy getting to know your new boarders."

"We-ell ..."  She eyed the Olympians and grinned before nodding at Sam.
"Not that you need anybody's permission!"

"I take it that's a 'Yes.'"  He turned to Jason.  "Make up a press 
release, give a few interviews on TV.  When I come back, I want to see 
progress.  Do you have any money?"

"Enough to start, I think."

"These things usually pay their own way.  Look at all the 
televangelists."

"Yes, I know."

"Tell that presidential commission I'll meet them whenever and wherever.
I know just the man for them to talk to.  They'll be surprised.  Natty,
kiss your mother goodbye."

A minute later they stood on the ledge before the high throne, the human
youths beside him held securely in his arms.  Pester looked up 
quizzically.

"Any trouble?" he asked.

"They didn't even notice."  The nymph regarded Sean speculatively but 
leered at Natty.  "I knew it.  At least she's a pretty one."


*END*

Contact:
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Kellis: kellis@dhp.com

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