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liliaethTitle: The Pet Whisperer
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liliaeth
Artist:rayvlin
Genre: dark fic, there are both graphic het and slash scenes in the fic.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Dean/oc(s), oc/oc
Warnings: AU from 701
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 66.543
Summary: The pagan goddess Despoine is widely regarded as the best trainer of human pets in the supernatural world. When the new god Castiel demands her aid in training his pet Dean, she definitely knows better than to say no.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, but if I did, I definitely wouldn't mind having Dean for a pet.
Warnings: graphic horror, vore and gore, pagan gods, who look like humans, eating people including children. Dehumanization of what are essentially children into animals. Cannibalism. Non-con, slavery, dub-con, the pagan gods here fit the SPN mold, not necessarily that of their original mythology. Soylent green is people
13.
Dean stood startled as they arrived in the middle court. She gave him a moment to regain control, letting his eyes and feet wander around, it’s not like he was pulling his leash or trying to run, so she didn’t mind too much. His leash was still attached to the symbiote around his throat while his nipples were adjusting to the new rings. He leaned up to the fence, his hands resting on the wooden corral while he stared at the acres of land in front of him.
The grounds of Eleysium were beautiful, graceful pastures filled with flowers and the occasional trees, fountains and little brooks for humans to sit by and watch the water flow, with gentle waterfalls trickling down on eager hands and feet.
They passed some of her mother’s livestock sitting in the meadow, enjoying their time out in the sun, letting it fall on their naked tanned skin as they played games, sang songs and danced on the music that their nymph and satyr shepherds played for them. The youngest of the humans looked as if they were in their late teens, while the oldest were nearing full maturity. A few were coupling in the middle of the meadow, none of the others cared if they did, all that mattered to domesticated humans was their food, their pleasure and their service to their gods.
They had the minds of children, but that was to be expected seeing as how their food, their breeding and a bit of the magic they grew up with, sped their aging to full maturity in less than five years. It’s not like cattle needed to have a full grown mind to end up on your plate. There were only a couple dozen of them in sight now, most of the herd was further up on the plain, near the fresh water lake and the food cribs.
Every month a couple of their number would be taken to the slaughterhouse and provide food for all the gods residing at the farm, while others were taken to be sold on the market. The humans had never seemed to mind what lay ahead of them, if they were even aware that that was what they were being kept for. Nobody ever lied to them, occasionally her mother would even compliment them on the weight they gained or how beautiful they’d look on her plate. These particular humans were bred for their meat and their fertility, not their high intelligence or sensitivity. A young boy stood staring at Dean, his eyes tracking Dean’s every move. Dean smiled and the animal pulled back and started running, back to the herd.
Every last one of them was part of a litter upon birth, with each female bearing up to four or even six children with each pregnancy. It’s why keeping the farms was usually kept in the hands of fertility gods like her mother, you couldn’t make a profit otherwise.
Despoine led Dean inside, through the pillars at the gates, passing the garden where a couple of the younger pets were playing games to test and increase their intelligence as they trained for their future owners. The children’s faces brightened up as they saw her, and came up to her for petting and the hope of a candy, she could rarely say no to them on either.
When she turned back to Dean, she noticed that two of the kids’ focus was hooked on the grown pet still wearing his training bells. One of them was reaching out for Dean’s arm, pulling back whenever she got close. Dean ignored them, kneeling like a proper pet, his bells remaining silent, even as the kids tried to tempt him into moving.
Despoine petted Dean’s neck before sending approval through his symbiote. She could see his cock thicken under the thin fabric of the pants, almost wishing she could just keep the pet naked as he should be. Dean followed her further along the path, staring up and up and up, as the doors opened and he watched the halls in front of him. His bells tinkled pleasantly as he moved behind her, showing that despite his shock and awe at being here, he was still doing his best to follow her teachings.
Despoine startled up when she heard a scream ring through the halls, Dean’s bells rang for a second before he regained control of himself, freezing in place, even as his hands tightened into fists. Despoine told him to follow while she headed in the direction of the shrieking.
She was shocked to find her mother standing over Becca who’s tunica was covered in blood.
“Mother?”
Demeter turned to her, smiling. “Despoine, sweetheart, I didn’t expect you until later.” The goddess was holding a whip in her hand, letting it drop by her side as she dragged the girl up by her hair. “I was just dealing with a situation. If you’ll give me a minute I’ll get right back to you and that delightful pet you brought with you.”
Despoine turned around, noticing that Dean had gone to his knees, his hands on the floor and his head bent down, a pure image of submission, it was only because she knew the man by now, that she realized this posture was nothing more than his method of hiding his rage, of keeping himself under control so he wouldn’t attack her mother and get his butt handed to him.
She petted him for at least showing that much intelligence. Becca though… Despoine hesitated for a moment, it was a sign of ill manners to interfere in another god’s discipline of their pets. Only, Becca was hers, not her mother’s and she didn’t think that the pet would last much longer if she didn’t step in.
“Mother… why are you disciplining one of my pets?” she asked, turning her attention back to the girl who was whimpering on the floor and still desperately trying to crawl away. Despoine wondered what had happened this time, regretting once again that she hadn’t taken Becca’s training in her own hands. Just because the girl was a servant, rather than a personal pet, didn’t mean she didn’t deserve her full attention.
“Can you believe it, the little idiot actually tried to run away. Thought she could just slip out of your rooms and get out of the house before you returned home.” She kicked at the girl, forcing her to cringe at the touch. “She actually believed she could just walk up to the road and find some car to take her back to the wild.”
It didn’t even matter that doing so was impossible. The farm was in an offside dimension, away from the human plane and impossible to leave without a god to open the portal for you. A human out there on their own, without a god to protect him was sitting meat. Any each one of the creatures out there would love to tear them to pieces for food, to not even start on poachers, either gods, Cyclopes or titans who’d have had the girl for a snack, before she even got to the main road to town. And all that awaited her in town was a one way trip back to the farm as soon as the sheriff recognized their brand on the girl’s shoulder. It’s not like Athena was about to mess with Demeter over something as silly as a runaway pet.
If Despoine had caught the girl herself, Becca wouldn’t be walking for a week. Anything to keep her from putting herself in danger like that ever again.
“I’m sure I can handle her punishment myself now, mother. It wouldn’t do to have others discipline my pets in front of my current project, now would it?”
Demeter took a closer look of Dean who was still kneeling by her side, Despoine gently tugged on the leash, he crept closer without bothering to get up to his feet, until Demeter could reach out to him, her hand on the man’s chin as she pulled it up. “Such a gorgeous boy, I can see why you’d want his bloodline to be continued.” The words came through in her head, heard only by her and her mother as they touched one another’s faces, sharing the stories of their day, as only mother and daughter could.
Seeing her mother’s worries as she realized the girl had slipped out, the frantic searching, wondering what she’d tell Despoine and then finding her and realizing what Becca had done and why. Becca’s words, calling a god a monster, daring to speak at all, without permission, the disrespect. It was no wonder that a proud goddess like Demeter had lost control for a second. Despoine sent a comforting thought, thanking her and then told her about Dean, and her plans involving Becca. Oh there were others, and she’d allow Dean to pick any one of them, but they all had their favorites.
When they let go, Dean was still kneeling and Becca was keening softly, desperately begging for mercy, saying she was sorry and still not getting that if she was really sorry, she’d show respect through silence.
“Try and do something about that thing, my dear. “ Mother said, ”You know I’ve never been as good at this as you are.” Despoine nodded and stood still as Demeter dropped Becca so the floor. “I’ll see you after lunch, just try and actually eat something for a change.”
Despoine shivered as her mother turned and walked away, she stared down at Becca and didn’t say a word, not bothering to wait for the girl to follow as she returned her attention to Dean, who was still kneeling behind her, clearly tensed up and desperate to keep himself from getting up and attacking Mother. Despoine leaned closer to him, her hands on the pet’s shoulders, kneading them to remove the tension. “Shhh, you did fine.”
Dean looked as if he wanted to say something, but stopped himself from doing so. She couldn’t allow that, better to gently release his anger, than to have it build up and rage when she didn’t expect it.
“What ‘s wrong?”
“She’s just a kid.” Even though Despoine was intentionally ignoring Becca, it was clear that Dean wasn’t.
“I guess you could say that.” They were all children as far as she was concerned, but she didn’t think that was what he wanted to hear. “But she is still old enough to remember the rules and follow them.”
“But she…”
“Not all humans are as smart as you, Dean. A lot of them try to fight the training.” She knew that the girl could hear her as well as Dean did, but that didn’t mean she was going to acknowledge her, it would only encourage her bad behavior. “She’s been here for two years, Dean. Two years and she still thinks she can get away with behavior that would be out of order for a new pet on their first day.”
Dean’s eyes were still on Becca who was now trying to get to her feet.
“I don’t ask much of her, Dean, she’s not a personal pet like you, so all she’s asked is to serve and to provide me with help around the house. Instead she’s disrespectful, holds no regards for her own safety and refuses to accept her place.”
“Yeah, well, maybe she just wants to go home instead.”
“She is home, Dean.” She placed her hands on his head, keeping him from looking away. “She could have been meat and instead she lives in reasonable comfort, she is fed, sheltered and all her needs are filled. What more could a human possibly want?” Dean stared at her in shock, as if he had to bite his tongue to keep from talking back at her. At least he had the intelligence to do so. “The sooner she accepts what she is, what she’s meant to do, the better.”
Dean just looked up, at her, behind her, at the girl … Despoine wasn’t sure. All she knew was that he sat there, his entire body shivering. And all she could think was that this wasn’t what she’d planned on when she brought him here.
“That what you’re planning to do to me if I try to run?” The question startled her, it took her a moment to realize where it came from.
“Do you want to?” He shrugged, shook his head. “Dean, this plane of existence is not a safe place to be for a lone human.” Her fingers moved over his skin.”My mother was heartbroken that the girl made her do that, worried sick of what could have happened if Becca had gotten out. If that girl had gone of the farm grounds; if you left the farm grounds without a god around to keep you safe, then anything could eat you. And I’m not going to be the one to explain that one to Castiel, are you?”
“I already said I’m not leaving. I just… “ The poor pet just seemed so confused, so utterly shattered that she couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. The problem with pets who cared about others is well, that they care about others. Some pets could get used to their masters feasting on humans. Some even accepted a bite of human flesh, when prodded. But she didn’t think that Dean would ever be one of them, not unless he was so broken and torn that he wouldn’t be recognizable as Dean anymore.
“You don’t like seeing kids hurt.” She said soothingly. “Neither do I. But we all do what we have to do, Dean. And some take easier to this life than others.”
Dean snorted at that but followed her to her wing of the farm without any further grumbling. He barely even looked back to see if the girl was following, well he only did so twice, considering the situation, she felt that was quite restrained.
Her youngest son came running towards her when their little group of three arrived, running away from his human nanny as he did so. “Momma momma, I got to help gramma with the newborns and she said I could feed one of them if I was good. Can I momma, Can I?”
She smiled, pulling her son into her arms and hugging him close. Trying desperately not to think of his father’s eyes on her. He noticed something was off and started giggling. She tickled him to get a bigger giggle out of him.
“Moooooooom.” But his lack of actual resistance clearly showed that he didn’t mean the protest.
“You may, but you’ll do everything Grandma tells you and you’ll promise to be careful, is that understood?”
Ani was happy as always to comply, cheering before he noticed Dean who had once again decided to be on his best behavior by kneeling down as soon as they’d stopped. He really did deserve a treat, especially after Hades and his endless prattling had interrupted the pet’s last one.
“Did you get me a pet, momma?” She was almost sad to have to disappoint Ani, in fact, if Dean wasn’t already owned by Castiel, she would have loved to give him to Ani once his training was over. Dean was loyal, brave, he’d make a good pet for her son as he grew up, and would with some encouragement give his life to protect her son if need be. A god’s childhood took far longer than that of man, and it would do Ani well for him to be able to enjoy his for a few centuries longer.
“I’m sorry Ani,” she said, letting go of her son. “But I’m sure that Dean’s master would be very sad if Dean didn’t return to him.”
Ani pouted, the look on his face reminding her far too much of his father.
“I’m just helping Dean, so he’ll be a better pet for his god.”
It was hard to see the disappointed look on her son’s face and not tell him she’d been wrong. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to ban the image of Hades out of her mind, whenever she saw her son, her beloved child, who would one day be a great god, a kind god, who cared for humans as much as she did.
The little god held on to his toy car, letting it shift between the images of the cars he’d seen the gods use around the farm. Despoine patted his nose, twitching it for a moment, trying to bring back a smile.
“Now I’m sure that Dean wouldn’t mind playing with you, since he’s going to be with us for a week.” She said, sending Dean a big ‘I’m sorry’ through the symbiote as she said so.
Ani’s face cleared up of tears and he instantly jumped up to Dean, hugging him, she had to send him a quick warning, telling him not to break the human’s ribs, before it was too late. Dean cringed a bit, but didn’t even try and pull away.
“We’re gonna have so much fun,” Ani said, “and we can play with momma’s other pets and grandma says that there haven’t been so many newborns in years, and it’s almost time for grandma’s big feast, and everyone in the family will be there, even Daddy, and…”
Ani was already dragging Dean with him, further in the apartments, before Despoine could warn him not to talk about the feast, she sent him a mental message of caution, but she wasn’t sure if he managed to get it in his excitement. Dean tried to resist at first, looking at her for orders. But she quickly sent him a message through the symbiote to just play along.
She spotted movement at the edge of her vision and turned around to see Darren leaning up against the door. “Mistress.” Darren was about to go to his knees but Despoine stopped him, at his age, it wouldn’t be good for his knees to kneel too much. She pulled the man closer, his bells ringing gently as she pulled him in for a kiss.
“That wasn’t my replacement, was it Mistress?” She could hear the unspoken worry behind the joke, as easily as she could see the beauty of his well ordered mind as she touched his skin.
“Not quite yet, Darren, I’m sure you have a few good years left before I need your help to train a replacement.” She send a series of reassurances through her favorite’s symbiote, knowing all too well how heartbroken she’d be when Darren eventually died. She’d honor him of course, prepare his meat like the feast it would be, aged to perfection as it was, and taste his soul for one last time, before she’d allow it to roam free in the ether. And then once he was reborn and old enough to be trained, she’d get him back from whomever birthed him and bring him home, where he belonged. It’s what she had done the last four times that his soul had passed on.
She led him into the kitchen where she pushed him up against the fridge, before she grabbed hold of his mouth, the taste of his lips lingering long after they finally broke free. He shivered when she touched his dick through his pants, fueling the need for her and her dominion. As he lost control his bells rang through the room and played to his desire.
By the time they rejoined Ani and Dean in the living room, Becca sat trembling in the corner of the living room while Dean was playing cars with Ani, allowing the child to race his toys over Dean’s body, trying to tickle Dean into moving his bells. Despoine held on to the door rail as she stood there watching the both of them play. Dean was surprisingly good with children, but then, it shouldn’t be that surprising. She’d seen images of the boy, Ben, that held a part of Dean’s heart, as Dean’s mind played over and over the joy he’d had at being a father, even if only for a short while.
Becca started crying. Despoine stared at the still bleeding girl and picked her up, carrying her to the kitchen, putting a paper towel on the counter, before placing the girl on top of it. Becca sat still, even as Despoine pulled the tunica off her body, leaving her naked, her back still slightly bleeding. “Why, child, you should know better by now.”
Becca just started sobbing and Despoine couldn’t resist the urge to brush her fingers through the pet’s hair, over her ears, gently rubbing her finger along the girl’s neck, feeling the veins underneath her skin.
When Becca finally answered it came out so quiet, that Despoine almost missed it.
”Why don’t you just kill me, please just kill me.”
Despoine startled at the sheer amount of misery coming off of the girl. She placed her hand on the girl’s chest and could feel the child’s continued grief. The trauma of her family’s deaths in a continuing loop playing through her mind. The need to get out, the terror whenever she looked at any of the gods or the other beings serving on the farm. It’s no wonder the girl couldn’t feel at home when she was this scared all the time. Despoine tried to push Becca into remembering the positive things, the bits of life worth living for. Sugary treats unavailable on earth, music written by Apollo himself, jokes between the pets… But they paled in comparison to the abyss of suffering overwhelming the child.
For a moment she considered it, to just gently break the Becca’s neck and let her mind go free. It’d almost be a kindness. The only thing that had kept the pet going as long as she had, was the hope of escape, of getting out and telling someone, anyone what had happened. Take that away…
“What about your brother.” It was the first and only thing she could think of. Becca glared at her and Despoine winced for a second, thinking about the oldest of the two brothers, the fat little boy that had been roasted in front of the pet, hours before Demeter had entered the store. “He’s a toddler now. I’m sure he’d love to meet his sister to have her tell him where he came from.”
Becca stared at her in shock, it was then that Despoine realized that her mother had never told the girl what happened to the youngest member of the family. Considering what had happened to the others, it was no wonder that Becca had thought they’d all died.
“He’s here on the farm, in pet training. He’s doing quite well actually.” Well as well as toddlers could do anything, but she figured it’d be pointless to even hint at that. “I guess it’s easier for him, he doesn’t have a history outside, so to him, learning obedience comes natural. “ Babies were easy that way, no previous teachings to get rid of, they learned their place from the start and didn’t know anything but how to behave. The ones that didn’t… well she was happy to say that it had been ages since they’d had to send a failed pet to the kitchens.
“Aaron?”
“My mother named him Sugar, because he’s so sweet. Hardly cried from the start.” The boy hadn’t had time to start missing his mom, before one of the nursing women had taken responsibility over him.
It was as if a gentle wind pushed aside the clouds in the girl’s mind, and Despoine nearly kicked herself for neglecting the girl like this. If only she’d paid more attention, she could have helped the child months ago.
“Can I see him, please?”
Despoine cleaned her hands under the faucet before turning back to the pet.
“It depends.”
Becca stared at her through tear filled eyes. Hope shining through. “We can’t risk an ill behaved pet anywhere near the younglings. It would be a bad influence. Do you think you can be a good pet, Becca?”
“I can, I swear. Please, I’ll do whatever you want, please, just let me see him.”
Despoine let her fingers pass over the girl’s back, letting her symbiote work in on the girl’s wounds, speeding up her healing.
“There’s something you can help me with. It’ll be a good sign that you’re heading in the right direction to being a good pet.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, please Mistress.”
Becca was staring at her with hope for the first time since she’d arrived in Elysium and Despoine kneaded her hand over the girl’s thigh, offering comfort and warmth, as she felt goosebumps forming under her fingers.
“The pet I brought with me, his name’s Dean. “
Becca seemed a bit startled, not getting the connection, but nodding regardless.
“I want you to help him, make him feel welcome. Show him the behavior of a proper pet. Introduce him to any of the other pets in the house.”
Becca kept nodding.
“Dean’s here because his owner doesn’t have any other pets for him to have sex with. And since his owner isn’t filling that need, I offered him the use of my stock instead.”
“You want me to have sex with him?” Becca stared at her in shock, a bit stunned and had finally stopped nodding.
“I would appreciate it, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. He’s only a pet, he can’t command you and he can’t make you do anything, you don’t want him to. He might not even be too eager for it, this is his first time amongst other pets since he was claimed.”
Despoine knew she should make it clearer that she wasn’t about to force her pets to breed, but she could see the connection in Becca’s mind, being a good pet, sleeping with Dean and pleasing her mistress so she might see her brother. It was a tentative grasp to make. But somehow it helped put the girl’s mind at ease, so Despoine wasn’t about to try and explain the much more complicated reality. Humans had simple minds, and a good owner did well to keep things on a level they could actually understand.
“Regardless, Dean’s allowed to have sexual relations with any human male or female on the farm, though I’d prefer a focus on the females. Castiel agreed to let me breed Dean, and I’d hate to see that opportunity wasted.”
Becca nodded fiercely, tears still filling her eyes, but she had a purpose now, and Despoine was happy to have given it to her, even as she cleared up the girl’s tears.
Despoine finished cleaning Becca, leaving the scars to open air so they’d heal better. “There there.” She said as she placed the girl back on the floor. Becca instantly moved to her knees, as if she was proving that she could be a good pet and Despoine rewarded her for the attempt.
“Now go get Dean and get him something to eat. The poor boy never got to finish his pie earlier. Somehow the sight of Hades made him lose his appetite. “Becca cringed at Hades’ name, all the wild born pets did. “Just try and limit his quantities to training levels.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Becca headed straight up to the cabinets to get a spare feeder, placing it on the wall, clicking it in alongside the others and filling it with the bag of pet food. Despoine left her to it while she went to get Dean.
Dean seemed to be hesitating between her and Ani, before she made up his mind and ordered him to the kitchen. Dean flinched a bit as he did so, and Despoine reminded herself once again that she’d have to teach Ani another lesson about how frail humans tended to be.
The teenager was filling Dean’s water bottle, blushing slightly as she looked at Dean’s still half naked body, the pants slightly pulled down by Ani’s play. Dean from his side seemed desperate not to stare at the blushing girl that looked even younger in her embarrassment, pulling up his pants as he approached the kitchen.
Dean knelt down before the feeder and started eating almost immediately, licking the feeding tube, suckling it’s mushroom head, switching between the two to get both food and liquid. Becca stood staring at him, but when he looked her way, she quickly turned to the other side instead. Despoine wondered if she should make Dean stand up so Becca could take a good look of him. It’s not like sleeping with Dean should be a hardship for anyone.
Despoine couldn’t help but being pleased by how this was working out. It was obvious that Becca was trying to think of a way to do her bidding, looking for a way to approach Dean. Dean from his side just seemed eager to finish feeding.
“Mistress asked me to … to guide you around, so you could … could meet some of the other pets.” Becca said as soon as Dean had finished and went back into his kneel. “If that’s ok.” Becca couldn’t seem to hide a blush when she stared at Dean.
Dean just smiled back at her, his dimples showing as he did so. Not quite saying anything.
“I’m Becca.” The girl said before turning her eyes back to Despoine as if asking for permission. Despoine mentally pushed at her to continue.
“Dean.” When Dean turned his full attention on the girl, Despoine could almost feel the arousal coming off of the girl. Somehow she didn’t think Becca would hate this job as much as she’d probably thought she would. But then, Dean was an exemplary example of his species. “And I’d appreciate it. If Mistress approves of course.” He shrugged a bit. “I’m not entirely sure how I’m supposed to act around other pets.”
He did have a point on that, and she would have to give him a quick set of rules to make sure he didn’t ruin any goodwill that his so far good behavior had obtained from her mother.
“I’ll help.” Becca stuttered out. “I can do this, be a good pet. I just didn’t… I should have just …”
“Hey it’s ok.” Dean got closer, touching her arm. Well there was one thing she’d have to talk to him about. “I can imagine wanting to get away. If I hadn’t given myself over to … my master, I’m sure I’d be trying to escape to.”
“Why would you do that?” Becca sounded shocked, her mind screaming her disbelief.
Despoine hesitated a moment, wondering if she should interfere before this went too far.
“Why would anyone want to?”
“My brother. My little brother. He was ill, his mind was all messed up. Sam, he just… he was lying there, suffering, his mind shorting out on him. I took him to the hospital but there was nothing they could do for him. Not with his seizures getting worse and worse. He couldn’t sleep, but he was too exhausted to even eat. So I prayed to Cas, my master. I prayed to him for three days, telling him I’d do anything he wanted me to, if only he’d help my brother. I guess at first I was too disrespectful, too demanding, but in the end, I just fell to my knees and I just offered myself up to him, told him I’d try to be better, try to be what he wanted me to be, if only he gave me a chance. And then he was there, and he asked if I meant it.”
“Did you?”
“By that point, I would have gone back to hell, if it meant getting Sam the help he needed.”
“I didn’t agree to anything. I never asked for any of this.” Becca whispered. “My dad got a new job, we were supposed to drive there. Daddy took us to Disneyworld. And I was such a jerk about it. I thought I was too big, I told my dad I hated him for putting us through this. And then… something happened to him, it was like, like when they drew those symbols on us, they must have gotten to him at the park, I don’t know.” She started crying again, and Dean pulled her close, no longer caring that neither of them was fully dressed. “He drove us here, mom kept asking him to stop, but he wouldn’t, just kept on driving until we were in the middle of town.” The girl started sobbing, grieving truly and openly for the first time that Despoine could see. She wiped off her tears before continuing “They sold us in a store, it looked like a grocery store at first. Shelves with products and sales, and a butcher shop at the back. I just sat there and watched them kill my parents, my brother, they treated them as if they were nothing, just animals for the slaughter and there was nothing I could do. No way I could save them. I kept waiting for them to kill me as well. But they didn’t. Mistress Demeter brought me here instead and they just expect us to be happy, to be grateful to be allowed to serve. And I just couldn’t… “
Dean didn’t say a word, just looked through the open door, at her. Despoine simply finished cutting her meat and listened to her son’s happy jabbering on about his day. She could feel Dean’s disgust raging through the symbiote, yet somehow it wasn’t aimed at her. She was glad, even if she didn’t understand why.
“I’m sure it’ll get better.” Dean finally said, digging inside himself for anything to comfort the girl.. “Hell, at least you’re allowed to wear clothes. Mistress only gave me these pants because we were coming here. Going around in the nude gets pretty damn freezing after a while, especially when she takes me out for walkies….”
Becca couldn’t hide a laugh after that.
“Oh right, just laugh at the lapdog. Believe me, when I offered myself up to Cas, I did not expect it to involve running around naked all the time.”
“Your master, “ Becca seemed to grow more and more hesitant as she continued, “did he keep his word?”
“About what?”
“About your brother.”
Despoine was starting to understand where the girl was getting at, after all, when it all came down to it, it was all about trust, who had earned it, who hadn’t and who to give it to or not.
“He did. He did more than that; he changed Sam’s memories, he changed his life. As far as Sam remembers, he’s finished college, he’s getting married, or he probably already got married, it’s confusing sometimes. Nobody even remembers the past, or even me. They don’t remember his criminal record, hunters no longer know anything about him. He gets to be normal, be safe, live his life. It’s more than I could have ever dreamed of.” Dean shivered and this time it was Becca who took his hand to comfort him.
“And then, he, Castiel, he did even more. My brother’s girlfriend died when Sam was in college. Castiel brought her back to life. Neither of them has a hint that she didn’t live through those years. He’s happy, they’re happy and he’s going to remain happy and safe for as long as I’m the best pet I can possibly be for my master. He even got Mistress to help train me, so I can actually succeed, which is amazing.“
The relief on Becca’s face was almost tangible and Despoine wanted to pet them both for getting it.
14.
Despoine looked up from her needlework, when she saw Dean and Becca entering the room.
“It’s like bowling balls,” Dean was saying. “Or really big melons. If I didn’t already know we weren’t on earth, those things would be the proof of it.” Dean was talking about Rosamerta, one of her brother Areion’s pets, and the size of her boobs. Becca broke out laughing, and Despoine thought it was a good look on the girl, she should do it more often. “She’s gotta have a symbiote, how else is anyone supposed to walk with those things?”
Despoine couldn’t help a smirk, thinking of all the work that Areion had gone through as Rosa was growing to increase the size of those things. She herself didn’t see the point of it, it’s not like the woman was meat waiting to be harvested. She preferred her pets to look natural. And even if she had wanted her pets to look unnatural, a females breasts would be the last thing she’d want to mess with.
Becca leaned up to Dean who had a typical ‘just got laid’ look on his face. Despoine was just glad that her plan seemed to be working. To her surprise, Dean had even offered to sleep with Darren. The younger pet had been so shy about it, dancing around the question for hours, almost scared to even speak about what he wanted to do, before he asked the older pet for help in learning how to please his master.
Darren had agreed of course, she remembered how this incarnation of Darren had been insisting he was only interested in men when she first got him. Even now he seemed more interested in male bodies than he was in those of females. And she wasn’t a cruel enough mistress to deny him if she could help it. It wasn’t like she didn’t get her own benefits out of it. Like now with Dean as she had gotten to watch the two of them, seeing Dean crouching over Darren, Darren’s cock in his mouth, listening to Darren as he told Dean step by step what he wanted him to do. Seeing the look on Darren’s face as Dean swallowed him whole, as that tongue curled around Darren’s cock, as Darren slipped in and out. To see those eyes lose themselves when Darren came and Dean fought back the urge to spit, as soon as his conscious mind remembered that he wasn’t supposed to like the taste of Darren’s come. It was so silly, Dean could be enjoying himself so much more if he just let go of his human hang ups.
And then Darren made Dean ride his dick, wearing a cock ring so he wouldn’t come to quickly, teaching him both positions. That sometimes getting fucked wasn’t just about lying there and letting your master have his way, that it could be far better when the pet put in the effort and just ensured that his or her master enjoyed themselves while the pet did all the work. Twisting himself around Darren’s cock, while Darren made him comfortable with kisses along his spine. And then again, with Dean desperate to come and willing to do anything to be allowed to do so, as he sat on Darren’s dick, face to face, while Darren fucked the new pet’s mouth with his tongue.
By the time Dean got fucked against the wall, the pet was exhausted, falling in Darren’s hold as Darren finally released the ring on her command and allowed Dean to come for the first time all day. Dean had whispered Castiel’s name as he did so, as if reminding himself whom he was doing this for.
Darren had held on to Dean in the bath tub afterwards and though Dean had blushed, barely able to look Darren in the eyes, he’d still shown his good manners by at least thanking Darren for his aid before he fell asleep.
Despoine had pulled Darren in for a kiss and sent him to bed while she carried Dean back to his crate. Petting him as she whispered her approval in his ears.
So far, two of the women Dean had slept with, had taken with child. It helped of course that she’d put fertility spells on all of them , but as far as she could see, everything was going right and Dean’s seed seemed as fertile as that of any of the best studs of the herd.
Mother had actually been surprised when she saw how well behaved Becca was being, as the girl helped guide Dean around, Mother had actually gone as far as asking what Despoine had done to improve the girl’s disposition, after all the months of her own fruitless attempts at doing the same.
Demeter had been shocked when Despoine told her. Mother looked at her and admitted she hadn’t even thought about using the boy. The idea of humans retaining bonds like that had never even entered her mind. Mother had actually felt sorry for the girl when Despoine had explained things. Giving her a second chance to make a new first impression, a rare thing from a goddess as proud as Demeter. Unfortunately it also lessened her opinion of Hades which was low enough as it were.
Despoine wished she could be more disappointed by that, instead she was glad, happy to know that her mother at least wouldn’t be trying to push her back at Hades, no matter how much easier it’d make things for all of them.
It also caused a change in the kitchens where now the cook was told to kill all humans as quickly as possible, The small loss in a few minutes of freshness wasn’t worth the misery caused by making them watch as their companions were slaughtered and prepared in front of them. The cook had suggested blindfolds and earplugs instead, but Despoine had enough experience with humans to know that human imagination had a tendency to increase anxiety rather than lessen it. Mother had actually listened to Despoine’s experience on the matter and had insisted.
Despoine had kissed her mother’s forehead in gratitude, wishing that all gods would start gaining some respect for the emotions of the animals sacrificed on their behalf.
She knew that most of the other gods didn’t gain as full a perspective on humans as she did, a gods abilities depended on their purpose and lineage. She’d always been sensitive, but since the symbiote that sensitivity had increased a thousand fold. For the first time she managed to explain to her mother what it did to her to eat a human and the full impact of what she gained from them. Her mother had pulled her close after that and had apologized for her attempts to diversify Despoine’s diet. She’d only tried to spice up the meat, giving her something with more emotional depth to it, but finding out the full extent of what Despoine got from human flesh, she promised she wouldn’t ever again force her to eat any meat that was too much for her to handle.
Once forgiven, Demeter quickly moved on to the oncoming festivities, losing herself in the preparations of the week long feast. Fattening up the sacrifices, making sure they had all the supplies they needed, and preparing whatever could be done so in advance. It was days before the feast and Despoine knew just how important it was to her mother to show she was still on top of things. Especially with Hades insinuations against her product.
The fact that Demeter had had no choice but to invite her brothers as part of the feast ensured that nothing could happen to mess this up. Infant flesh was a rare treat, suffused with innocence and trust, that older humans could never seem to retain. Despoine planned to make sure that Dean was kept busy with Becca while the meals were being prepared. No reason to give him any undue stress, even if he’d be happy to know that his master was invited to the feast as well. The night before the feast truly began, she made sure to add a lust potion to his feed, telling him that she’d be busy most of the following day.
He seemed a bit sad, Ani had taken him to the stalls earlier, dragging him to see the newborns and their mothers, The ones chosen for the feast were already taken and brought to the kitchen, so the mothers were currently nursing their remaining young, leaving them somewhat sad and subdued, knowing they’d lost something, but not sure what and hanging on to what they had left. They’d forget, they always did.. Their remaining children would be taken from them in two weeks, when they were old enough to survive without nursing, many of them would be old enough to sit up by then, old enough to go to the crib for food rather than to their mother’s breasts.
The farm was doing well, with over two hundred newborns this season alone, only fifty of them had been taken for the feast, supplying enough meat for all the invited guests and even for those who’d show up, whether they were invited or not.
Dean had stared in shock at the number of humans, especially when Ani started telling about how some of the nursing humans were milked as soon as their young were old enough to go without. The sea of bodies in front of him seemed to make him realize something that Despoine had wanted to spare him from.
She tried to explain it to him, that they were almost mindless, that these weren’t free humans, not like Becca, that they were bred for this. It only seemed to make it worse. He never got disrespectful, just asked if he could go to his crate to sleep. She agreed, as long as he ate first. She watched as he did, feeling his growing arousal through the symbiote as the night moved on.
“It’s time Becca.” She told the girl. “If you still want to of course.” The girl drank from the bottle that Despoine held in her hands. “Just keep his mind off things, tonight, and I’ll see to it that you get to meet your brother tomorrow.” Dean wasn’t the only one who could use a good distraction in regards to the feast. And it would do Becca good to know that her brother would be safely sleeping on his pillow, even as she and the others brought in the food.
Dean woke up when Becca entered the room, his dick was hard as he stared up at the girl. She whipped her hair over her back and came closer.
“Becca, I don’t…”
“Mistress said I could. Don’t you want me?”
“Oh God. Becca. You’re so young”
“I’m not a child.”
He still seemed to hesitate, his control admirable, considering the amount of lust potion she’d put in his food.
“Please, Dean. Please, I want my first time to be with someone who’d care.”
There had to be something in her eyes, if the desperation in her voice wasn’t enough. Watching Dean and her together was almost beautiful, Dean took care of her, making sure she’d enjoy every second. Becca on the other hand was inexperienced, but allowing herself to be led. Their coupling lasted for hours, by the time it was finished, Becca lay in Dean’s arms, he curled up around her, as if to protect her from the world.
Despoine finished with the last of the infants that would be prepared in advance, watching as the cook carved the meat of their fragile bones, gently removing intestines and brains while separating the flesh, turning both into a whole series of delicacies, from pâté to hams. She’d taste tested enough of them to know that they’d barely felt any pain, just a quick merciful fading into the black as their souls spread back into the ether. Fifteen of them were left, sleeping away their last night, she moved her hand over their brows, granting them dreams of love and rainbows, wishing their souls well for their next lives.
The halls were quiet, more so than usual, as most of the pets lingered in their rooms, either staying out of the gods way or doing their jobs and preparing the farm for visitors, setting up rooms and sleeping in advance for when not if, some of their guests would request companionship the next day.
Despoine took one last look at the two pets, feeling the first spark of new life in the girl’s womb.
She wondered if Castiel would end up wanting any of the resulting children for himself, even as early as this she knew there’d be seven of them spread amongst the three women. She wasn’t quite sure on genders yet, it was too early to tell. Maybe she should let Dean pick which of them he wanted to keep, she already knew several buyers that would pay tremendous amounts for any of them.
She weaved a sleeping spell around the crate, leaving the two pets to sleep off their sex induced haze. By the time the guests started arriving, Dean and Becca were sitting in the living room, playing a game of tic tac toe with Ani. The boy was happy with the attention, happy to have his mother with him for the entire week.
She felt guilty at times, for leaving him alone that much, but there was no way she was going to let him spend time with his father. Ani was vulnerable, in need of someone to guide him to the god he was going to be, and there was no way that she’d let Hades have any hand in shaping said god. No matter how much that Ani adored him or how much she herself had loved him once upon a time.
“Castiel will be here tonight.” She said as matter of fact as she could manage, holding back to see how he’d respond.
Dean looked up, startled. “Am I going home.” There was something almost hopeful in his tone.
Despoine couldn’t help but notice the slightly disappointed look on Becca’s face, even hidden as quickly as it were.
“That will depend on Castiel.”After all, she was supposed to have another two days. And she was convinced that the boy could impregnate at least three or four more women before he left, if she let him. Areion had even been asking to let Dean have some more time with his Rosa, said he wanted another child of hers, and Rosa had actually liked Dean, something that hadn’t been the case with the last two males Areion had bred her with.
Dean nodded and returned his attention to Ani, having learned by now that there was no need whatsoever to let the boy win, in fact Ani could win just as easily without the help, especially when Dean wasn’t paying attention. Like now. It was kind of sweet, seeing the human longing for his master to come and pick him up already. It’s not that Dean couldn’t enjoy himself without Castiel, but like any good pet, the bond with his owner was more important than that which he had with other gods.
Dean was homesick and worse so, because he wasn’t admitting to it. It made her grab him in a hug and tickle, Dean fought her touch, but only in so far that he tried to avoid her ticklish fingers.
It was almost anticlimactic when Castiel did arrive and Dean just sat there on his knees, looking at the floor as he watched his master approach. Castiel messed up Dean’s hair, petting him, before turning his attention on Despoine.
“Was the breeding successful?” was the first thing he asked, Dean shook up, his head staring between Despoine and Castiel.
“It has been so far, my Lord.” She said, smiling at Castiel. Then she pointed at Becca, “My pet Rebecca here is carrying two of them inside of her now. The god turned his attention to the girl, who seemed desperate to crawl her way into the ground, but stayed in place regardless of what she herself might want otherwise. Becca stood still, even as Castiel touched her belly, looking pleased as he did so. “They will be beautiful.” He said, as if looking not just inside of her, but into the future as well, he probably was.
“Cas… Master.. what’s going on?” Dean stared, horrified as he seemed to realize what was going on. “No, no you can’t do that. I gave myself, Cas. Myself, not my children, not… You can’t.”
He froze as Castiel returned his attention to him. “Why not? Had I commanded you, would you have refused me?” The threat breathing under his words was almost touchable.
Dean stared at him in shock, shivering, his mind so clearly torn between his brother and the children.
“No.” he finally whispered. “I’m just begging you, Cas, please don’t , I can handle serving you, I owe you that, but those children, they shouldn’t… they should be born free, not as potential meat in case one of the other gods gets the munchies. “
Despoine was about to correct him, his children would never end up as food, they were meant to be pets, and valuable ones at that, but she didn’t think that was what Dean needed to hear right now.
Castiel’s hand fisted, and for a moment she felt it pass through the house, five barely forming souls leaving the world, before they were even created. Leaving only two, the ones in Becca.
“The girl will come with us when we leave. I will pay you for her.” The god said, almost as an afterthought. Becca stood up, shaken, uttering a brief ‘no’ before she silenced herself. Dean just seemed struck.
Despoine was about to protest, wanting to say no, she couldn’t just hand over one of her pets, what kind of owner would she be if she did. But then she realized that Castiel would destroy the last two surviving offspring as well if she did.
“Yes, my lord.“
Dean’s heart was beating in his chest, his breathing harsh as he stared up at Castiel.
“Only these two remain.” It was a proclamation of intent, and Dean clearly understood it as such. ‘They will be raised as my followers and build my new church amongst humanity. Their mother will raise them to be free.” The look on Dean’s face turned to awe and the pet reached for his master, grabbing his owner’s legs in thanks, Castiel just pulled Dean up and hugged him closer.
Becca who had been ready to run mere seconds before just seemed to touch her hands to her belly as if she couldn’t quite believe there were new lives growing inside of her. Despoine could only hope that Castiel would treat her kindly. She stayed silent about that as well.”Aaron.” Becca whispered. Despoine could see her pulled between the two, the possibility of her children going free, and knowing she’d be abandoning her one remaining family member. But it’s not like she had any choice about the matter in the first place.
Despoine didn’t linger on the matter, Instead she showed Castiel around, giving him a tour of the farm, keeping him busy until the feast and hoping he’d let Dean return some time soon. It was when Castiel saw Darren that his eyes seemed to grow stronger in focus. Despoine barely got there in time when Castiel grabbed her pet’s arm, turning to her. “He’s one of the ones that touched Dean.”
“Yes.”
“Why? He cannot bear children”
“Dean asked him to.” She mentally pleaded at Castiel, practically begging him to let Darren go, the human was frail enough as it were.
“I just thought he might teach me some tricks.” Dean said, standing up and moving to his master, taking the risk to reach out to him. “Despoine said… that you might change your mind some day, that you might want to … use me. I just thought if I knew what to do, I could make it better.”
Castiel turned to his own pet, letting go of Darren. Dean leaned up to his owner, his bells ringing quietly. Castiel’s hand moved along Dean’s neck, his lips meeting Dean’s, as if experimenting. Dean returned the kiss.
“You will show me those teachings.”
Dean quickly nodded. “Yes, Master.”
Despoine was about the offer a room when Castiel used the power of his mind to pull down on Dean's nipple piercings forcing him to his knees in front of him. Dean nuzzled and mouthed the burgeoning bulge in his master's pants, his hands smoothing up and down Castiel's thighs. He caressed up and around Castiel's buttocks slowing working his fingers around to the front to unzip his owner’s pants. Dean eased both underwear and pants down over Castiel's hips to reveal his hardening cock. Reverently Dean kissed the tip before licking his way down its length around the balls and back up before taking the head between his lips. He swirled his tongue around the rounded head and through the slit before sucking another inch into his mouth and repeating the process.
Despoine with Darren kneeling at her feet watched as Castiel's breathing sped up, his hand gently resting on the back of Dean's head. She watched as Dean brought one hand up to fondle Castiel's balls as he continued to slowly suck more and more of the God' s length into his mouth. She was proud of Dean's ability to keep his eyes turned up to his master's face while he worked his master's cock like a fully trained pet. It wasn't long before she saw Castiel's hips begin to twitch and his hand tightened in Dean's hair unconsciously pulling him closer. She sensed more than saw the moment Dean started to alternate swallowing and humming around the length in his mouth by the increasing sense of euphoria radiating out from the God. The world seemed to freeze in anticipation just before Castiel suddenly tensed, groaned then reached for the wall to lean against and Dean let the now soft length of Castiel's cock slip from his mouth.
“I see,” the former angel said. “That would be an acceptable way of providing pleasure.”
Dean grinned up at him, for all the world looking like a Cheshire cat that had got the cream.
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Author:
liliaethArtist:
rayvlinGenre: dark fic, there are both graphic het and slash scenes in the fic.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Dean/oc(s), oc/oc
Warnings: AU from 701
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 66.543
Summary: The pagan goddess Despoine is widely regarded as the best trainer of human pets in the supernatural world. When the new god Castiel demands her aid in training his pet Dean, she definitely knows better than to say no.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, but if I did, I definitely wouldn't mind having Dean for a pet.
Warnings: graphic horror, vore and gore, pagan gods, who look like humans, eating people including children. Dehumanization of what are essentially children into animals. Cannibalism. Non-con, slavery, dub-con, the pagan gods here fit the SPN mold, not necessarily that of their original mythology. Soylent green is people
13.
Dean stood startled as they arrived in the middle court. She gave him a moment to regain control, letting his eyes and feet wander around, it’s not like he was pulling his leash or trying to run, so she didn’t mind too much. His leash was still attached to the symbiote around his throat while his nipples were adjusting to the new rings. He leaned up to the fence, his hands resting on the wooden corral while he stared at the acres of land in front of him.
The grounds of Eleysium were beautiful, graceful pastures filled with flowers and the occasional trees, fountains and little brooks for humans to sit by and watch the water flow, with gentle waterfalls trickling down on eager hands and feet.
They passed some of her mother’s livestock sitting in the meadow, enjoying their time out in the sun, letting it fall on their naked tanned skin as they played games, sang songs and danced on the music that their nymph and satyr shepherds played for them. The youngest of the humans looked as if they were in their late teens, while the oldest were nearing full maturity. A few were coupling in the middle of the meadow, none of the others cared if they did, all that mattered to domesticated humans was their food, their pleasure and their service to their gods.
They had the minds of children, but that was to be expected seeing as how their food, their breeding and a bit of the magic they grew up with, sped their aging to full maturity in less than five years. It’s not like cattle needed to have a full grown mind to end up on your plate. There were only a couple dozen of them in sight now, most of the herd was further up on the plain, near the fresh water lake and the food cribs.
Every month a couple of their number would be taken to the slaughterhouse and provide food for all the gods residing at the farm, while others were taken to be sold on the market. The humans had never seemed to mind what lay ahead of them, if they were even aware that that was what they were being kept for. Nobody ever lied to them, occasionally her mother would even compliment them on the weight they gained or how beautiful they’d look on her plate. These particular humans were bred for their meat and their fertility, not their high intelligence or sensitivity. A young boy stood staring at Dean, his eyes tracking Dean’s every move. Dean smiled and the animal pulled back and started running, back to the herd.
Every last one of them was part of a litter upon birth, with each female bearing up to four or even six children with each pregnancy. It’s why keeping the farms was usually kept in the hands of fertility gods like her mother, you couldn’t make a profit otherwise.
Despoine led Dean inside, through the pillars at the gates, passing the garden where a couple of the younger pets were playing games to test and increase their intelligence as they trained for their future owners. The children’s faces brightened up as they saw her, and came up to her for petting and the hope of a candy, she could rarely say no to them on either.
When she turned back to Dean, she noticed that two of the kids’ focus was hooked on the grown pet still wearing his training bells. One of them was reaching out for Dean’s arm, pulling back whenever she got close. Dean ignored them, kneeling like a proper pet, his bells remaining silent, even as the kids tried to tempt him into moving.
Despoine petted Dean’s neck before sending approval through his symbiote. She could see his cock thicken under the thin fabric of the pants, almost wishing she could just keep the pet naked as he should be. Dean followed her further along the path, staring up and up and up, as the doors opened and he watched the halls in front of him. His bells tinkled pleasantly as he moved behind her, showing that despite his shock and awe at being here, he was still doing his best to follow her teachings.
Despoine startled up when she heard a scream ring through the halls, Dean’s bells rang for a second before he regained control of himself, freezing in place, even as his hands tightened into fists. Despoine told him to follow while she headed in the direction of the shrieking.
She was shocked to find her mother standing over Becca who’s tunica was covered in blood.
“Mother?”
Demeter turned to her, smiling. “Despoine, sweetheart, I didn’t expect you until later.” The goddess was holding a whip in her hand, letting it drop by her side as she dragged the girl up by her hair. “I was just dealing with a situation. If you’ll give me a minute I’ll get right back to you and that delightful pet you brought with you.”
Despoine turned around, noticing that Dean had gone to his knees, his hands on the floor and his head bent down, a pure image of submission, it was only because she knew the man by now, that she realized this posture was nothing more than his method of hiding his rage, of keeping himself under control so he wouldn’t attack her mother and get his butt handed to him.
She petted him for at least showing that much intelligence. Becca though… Despoine hesitated for a moment, it was a sign of ill manners to interfere in another god’s discipline of their pets. Only, Becca was hers, not her mother’s and she didn’t think that the pet would last much longer if she didn’t step in.
“Mother… why are you disciplining one of my pets?” she asked, turning her attention back to the girl who was whimpering on the floor and still desperately trying to crawl away. Despoine wondered what had happened this time, regretting once again that she hadn’t taken Becca’s training in her own hands. Just because the girl was a servant, rather than a personal pet, didn’t mean she didn’t deserve her full attention.
“Can you believe it, the little idiot actually tried to run away. Thought she could just slip out of your rooms and get out of the house before you returned home.” She kicked at the girl, forcing her to cringe at the touch. “She actually believed she could just walk up to the road and find some car to take her back to the wild.”
It didn’t even matter that doing so was impossible. The farm was in an offside dimension, away from the human plane and impossible to leave without a god to open the portal for you. A human out there on their own, without a god to protect him was sitting meat. Any each one of the creatures out there would love to tear them to pieces for food, to not even start on poachers, either gods, Cyclopes or titans who’d have had the girl for a snack, before she even got to the main road to town. And all that awaited her in town was a one way trip back to the farm as soon as the sheriff recognized their brand on the girl’s shoulder. It’s not like Athena was about to mess with Demeter over something as silly as a runaway pet.
If Despoine had caught the girl herself, Becca wouldn’t be walking for a week. Anything to keep her from putting herself in danger like that ever again.
“I’m sure I can handle her punishment myself now, mother. It wouldn’t do to have others discipline my pets in front of my current project, now would it?”
Demeter took a closer look of Dean who was still kneeling by her side, Despoine gently tugged on the leash, he crept closer without bothering to get up to his feet, until Demeter could reach out to him, her hand on the man’s chin as she pulled it up. “Such a gorgeous boy, I can see why you’d want his bloodline to be continued.” The words came through in her head, heard only by her and her mother as they touched one another’s faces, sharing the stories of their day, as only mother and daughter could.
Seeing her mother’s worries as she realized the girl had slipped out, the frantic searching, wondering what she’d tell Despoine and then finding her and realizing what Becca had done and why. Becca’s words, calling a god a monster, daring to speak at all, without permission, the disrespect. It was no wonder that a proud goddess like Demeter had lost control for a second. Despoine sent a comforting thought, thanking her and then told her about Dean, and her plans involving Becca. Oh there were others, and she’d allow Dean to pick any one of them, but they all had their favorites.
When they let go, Dean was still kneeling and Becca was keening softly, desperately begging for mercy, saying she was sorry and still not getting that if she was really sorry, she’d show respect through silence.
“Try and do something about that thing, my dear. “ Mother said, ”You know I’ve never been as good at this as you are.” Despoine nodded and stood still as Demeter dropped Becca so the floor. “I’ll see you after lunch, just try and actually eat something for a change.”
Despoine shivered as her mother turned and walked away, she stared down at Becca and didn’t say a word, not bothering to wait for the girl to follow as she returned her attention to Dean, who was still kneeling behind her, clearly tensed up and desperate to keep himself from getting up and attacking Mother. Despoine leaned closer to him, her hands on the pet’s shoulders, kneading them to remove the tension. “Shhh, you did fine.”
Dean looked as if he wanted to say something, but stopped himself from doing so. She couldn’t allow that, better to gently release his anger, than to have it build up and rage when she didn’t expect it.
“What ‘s wrong?”
“She’s just a kid.” Even though Despoine was intentionally ignoring Becca, it was clear that Dean wasn’t.
“I guess you could say that.” They were all children as far as she was concerned, but she didn’t think that was what he wanted to hear. “But she is still old enough to remember the rules and follow them.”
“But she…”
“Not all humans are as smart as you, Dean. A lot of them try to fight the training.” She knew that the girl could hear her as well as Dean did, but that didn’t mean she was going to acknowledge her, it would only encourage her bad behavior. “She’s been here for two years, Dean. Two years and she still thinks she can get away with behavior that would be out of order for a new pet on their first day.”
Dean’s eyes were still on Becca who was now trying to get to her feet.
“I don’t ask much of her, Dean, she’s not a personal pet like you, so all she’s asked is to serve and to provide me with help around the house. Instead she’s disrespectful, holds no regards for her own safety and refuses to accept her place.”
“Yeah, well, maybe she just wants to go home instead.”
“She is home, Dean.” She placed her hands on his head, keeping him from looking away. “She could have been meat and instead she lives in reasonable comfort, she is fed, sheltered and all her needs are filled. What more could a human possibly want?” Dean stared at her in shock, as if he had to bite his tongue to keep from talking back at her. At least he had the intelligence to do so. “The sooner she accepts what she is, what she’s meant to do, the better.”
Dean just looked up, at her, behind her, at the girl … Despoine wasn’t sure. All she knew was that he sat there, his entire body shivering. And all she could think was that this wasn’t what she’d planned on when she brought him here.
“That what you’re planning to do to me if I try to run?” The question startled her, it took her a moment to realize where it came from.
“Do you want to?” He shrugged, shook his head. “Dean, this plane of existence is not a safe place to be for a lone human.” Her fingers moved over his skin.”My mother was heartbroken that the girl made her do that, worried sick of what could have happened if Becca had gotten out. If that girl had gone of the farm grounds; if you left the farm grounds without a god around to keep you safe, then anything could eat you. And I’m not going to be the one to explain that one to Castiel, are you?”
“I already said I’m not leaving. I just… “ The poor pet just seemed so confused, so utterly shattered that she couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. The problem with pets who cared about others is well, that they care about others. Some pets could get used to their masters feasting on humans. Some even accepted a bite of human flesh, when prodded. But she didn’t think that Dean would ever be one of them, not unless he was so broken and torn that he wouldn’t be recognizable as Dean anymore.
“You don’t like seeing kids hurt.” She said soothingly. “Neither do I. But we all do what we have to do, Dean. And some take easier to this life than others.”
Dean snorted at that but followed her to her wing of the farm without any further grumbling. He barely even looked back to see if the girl was following, well he only did so twice, considering the situation, she felt that was quite restrained.
Her youngest son came running towards her when their little group of three arrived, running away from his human nanny as he did so. “Momma momma, I got to help gramma with the newborns and she said I could feed one of them if I was good. Can I momma, Can I?”
She smiled, pulling her son into her arms and hugging him close. Trying desperately not to think of his father’s eyes on her. He noticed something was off and started giggling. She tickled him to get a bigger giggle out of him.
“Moooooooom.” But his lack of actual resistance clearly showed that he didn’t mean the protest.
“You may, but you’ll do everything Grandma tells you and you’ll promise to be careful, is that understood?”
Ani was happy as always to comply, cheering before he noticed Dean who had once again decided to be on his best behavior by kneeling down as soon as they’d stopped. He really did deserve a treat, especially after Hades and his endless prattling had interrupted the pet’s last one.
“Did you get me a pet, momma?” She was almost sad to have to disappoint Ani, in fact, if Dean wasn’t already owned by Castiel, she would have loved to give him to Ani once his training was over. Dean was loyal, brave, he’d make a good pet for her son as he grew up, and would with some encouragement give his life to protect her son if need be. A god’s childhood took far longer than that of man, and it would do Ani well for him to be able to enjoy his for a few centuries longer.
“I’m sorry Ani,” she said, letting go of her son. “But I’m sure that Dean’s master would be very sad if Dean didn’t return to him.”
Ani pouted, the look on his face reminding her far too much of his father.
“I’m just helping Dean, so he’ll be a better pet for his god.”
It was hard to see the disappointed look on her son’s face and not tell him she’d been wrong. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to ban the image of Hades out of her mind, whenever she saw her son, her beloved child, who would one day be a great god, a kind god, who cared for humans as much as she did.
The little god held on to his toy car, letting it shift between the images of the cars he’d seen the gods use around the farm. Despoine patted his nose, twitching it for a moment, trying to bring back a smile.
“Now I’m sure that Dean wouldn’t mind playing with you, since he’s going to be with us for a week.” She said, sending Dean a big ‘I’m sorry’ through the symbiote as she said so.
Ani’s face cleared up of tears and he instantly jumped up to Dean, hugging him, she had to send him a quick warning, telling him not to break the human’s ribs, before it was too late. Dean cringed a bit, but didn’t even try and pull away.
“We’re gonna have so much fun,” Ani said, “and we can play with momma’s other pets and grandma says that there haven’t been so many newborns in years, and it’s almost time for grandma’s big feast, and everyone in the family will be there, even Daddy, and…”
Ani was already dragging Dean with him, further in the apartments, before Despoine could warn him not to talk about the feast, she sent him a mental message of caution, but she wasn’t sure if he managed to get it in his excitement. Dean tried to resist at first, looking at her for orders. But she quickly sent him a message through the symbiote to just play along.
She spotted movement at the edge of her vision and turned around to see Darren leaning up against the door. “Mistress.” Darren was about to go to his knees but Despoine stopped him, at his age, it wouldn’t be good for his knees to kneel too much. She pulled the man closer, his bells ringing gently as she pulled him in for a kiss.
“That wasn’t my replacement, was it Mistress?” She could hear the unspoken worry behind the joke, as easily as she could see the beauty of his well ordered mind as she touched his skin.
“Not quite yet, Darren, I’m sure you have a few good years left before I need your help to train a replacement.” She send a series of reassurances through her favorite’s symbiote, knowing all too well how heartbroken she’d be when Darren eventually died. She’d honor him of course, prepare his meat like the feast it would be, aged to perfection as it was, and taste his soul for one last time, before she’d allow it to roam free in the ether. And then once he was reborn and old enough to be trained, she’d get him back from whomever birthed him and bring him home, where he belonged. It’s what she had done the last four times that his soul had passed on.
She led him into the kitchen where she pushed him up against the fridge, before she grabbed hold of his mouth, the taste of his lips lingering long after they finally broke free. He shivered when she touched his dick through his pants, fueling the need for her and her dominion. As he lost control his bells rang through the room and played to his desire.
By the time they rejoined Ani and Dean in the living room, Becca sat trembling in the corner of the living room while Dean was playing cars with Ani, allowing the child to race his toys over Dean’s body, trying to tickle Dean into moving his bells. Despoine held on to the door rail as she stood there watching the both of them play. Dean was surprisingly good with children, but then, it shouldn’t be that surprising. She’d seen images of the boy, Ben, that held a part of Dean’s heart, as Dean’s mind played over and over the joy he’d had at being a father, even if only for a short while.
Becca started crying. Despoine stared at the still bleeding girl and picked her up, carrying her to the kitchen, putting a paper towel on the counter, before placing the girl on top of it. Becca sat still, even as Despoine pulled the tunica off her body, leaving her naked, her back still slightly bleeding. “Why, child, you should know better by now.”
Becca just started sobbing and Despoine couldn’t resist the urge to brush her fingers through the pet’s hair, over her ears, gently rubbing her finger along the girl’s neck, feeling the veins underneath her skin.
When Becca finally answered it came out so quiet, that Despoine almost missed it.
”Why don’t you just kill me, please just kill me.”
Despoine startled at the sheer amount of misery coming off of the girl. She placed her hand on the girl’s chest and could feel the child’s continued grief. The trauma of her family’s deaths in a continuing loop playing through her mind. The need to get out, the terror whenever she looked at any of the gods or the other beings serving on the farm. It’s no wonder the girl couldn’t feel at home when she was this scared all the time. Despoine tried to push Becca into remembering the positive things, the bits of life worth living for. Sugary treats unavailable on earth, music written by Apollo himself, jokes between the pets… But they paled in comparison to the abyss of suffering overwhelming the child.
For a moment she considered it, to just gently break the Becca’s neck and let her mind go free. It’d almost be a kindness. The only thing that had kept the pet going as long as she had, was the hope of escape, of getting out and telling someone, anyone what had happened. Take that away…
“What about your brother.” It was the first and only thing she could think of. Becca glared at her and Despoine winced for a second, thinking about the oldest of the two brothers, the fat little boy that had been roasted in front of the pet, hours before Demeter had entered the store. “He’s a toddler now. I’m sure he’d love to meet his sister to have her tell him where he came from.”
Becca stared at her in shock, it was then that Despoine realized that her mother had never told the girl what happened to the youngest member of the family. Considering what had happened to the others, it was no wonder that Becca had thought they’d all died.
“He’s here on the farm, in pet training. He’s doing quite well actually.” Well as well as toddlers could do anything, but she figured it’d be pointless to even hint at that. “I guess it’s easier for him, he doesn’t have a history outside, so to him, learning obedience comes natural. “ Babies were easy that way, no previous teachings to get rid of, they learned their place from the start and didn’t know anything but how to behave. The ones that didn’t… well she was happy to say that it had been ages since they’d had to send a failed pet to the kitchens.
“Aaron?”
“My mother named him Sugar, because he’s so sweet. Hardly cried from the start.” The boy hadn’t had time to start missing his mom, before one of the nursing women had taken responsibility over him.
It was as if a gentle wind pushed aside the clouds in the girl’s mind, and Despoine nearly kicked herself for neglecting the girl like this. If only she’d paid more attention, she could have helped the child months ago.
“Can I see him, please?”
Despoine cleaned her hands under the faucet before turning back to the pet.
“It depends.”
Becca stared at her through tear filled eyes. Hope shining through. “We can’t risk an ill behaved pet anywhere near the younglings. It would be a bad influence. Do you think you can be a good pet, Becca?”
“I can, I swear. Please, I’ll do whatever you want, please, just let me see him.”
Despoine let her fingers pass over the girl’s back, letting her symbiote work in on the girl’s wounds, speeding up her healing.
“There’s something you can help me with. It’ll be a good sign that you’re heading in the right direction to being a good pet.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, please Mistress.”
Becca was staring at her with hope for the first time since she’d arrived in Elysium and Despoine kneaded her hand over the girl’s thigh, offering comfort and warmth, as she felt goosebumps forming under her fingers.
“The pet I brought with me, his name’s Dean. “
Becca seemed a bit startled, not getting the connection, but nodding regardless.
“I want you to help him, make him feel welcome. Show him the behavior of a proper pet. Introduce him to any of the other pets in the house.”
Becca kept nodding.
“Dean’s here because his owner doesn’t have any other pets for him to have sex with. And since his owner isn’t filling that need, I offered him the use of my stock instead.”
“You want me to have sex with him?” Becca stared at her in shock, a bit stunned and had finally stopped nodding.
“I would appreciate it, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. He’s only a pet, he can’t command you and he can’t make you do anything, you don’t want him to. He might not even be too eager for it, this is his first time amongst other pets since he was claimed.”
Despoine knew she should make it clearer that she wasn’t about to force her pets to breed, but she could see the connection in Becca’s mind, being a good pet, sleeping with Dean and pleasing her mistress so she might see her brother. It was a tentative grasp to make. But somehow it helped put the girl’s mind at ease, so Despoine wasn’t about to try and explain the much more complicated reality. Humans had simple minds, and a good owner did well to keep things on a level they could actually understand.
“Regardless, Dean’s allowed to have sexual relations with any human male or female on the farm, though I’d prefer a focus on the females. Castiel agreed to let me breed Dean, and I’d hate to see that opportunity wasted.”
Becca nodded fiercely, tears still filling her eyes, but she had a purpose now, and Despoine was happy to have given it to her, even as she cleared up the girl’s tears.
Despoine finished cleaning Becca, leaving the scars to open air so they’d heal better. “There there.” She said as she placed the girl back on the floor. Becca instantly moved to her knees, as if she was proving that she could be a good pet and Despoine rewarded her for the attempt.
“Now go get Dean and get him something to eat. The poor boy never got to finish his pie earlier. Somehow the sight of Hades made him lose his appetite. “Becca cringed at Hades’ name, all the wild born pets did. “Just try and limit his quantities to training levels.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Becca headed straight up to the cabinets to get a spare feeder, placing it on the wall, clicking it in alongside the others and filling it with the bag of pet food. Despoine left her to it while she went to get Dean.
Dean seemed to be hesitating between her and Ani, before she made up his mind and ordered him to the kitchen. Dean flinched a bit as he did so, and Despoine reminded herself once again that she’d have to teach Ani another lesson about how frail humans tended to be.
The teenager was filling Dean’s water bottle, blushing slightly as she looked at Dean’s still half naked body, the pants slightly pulled down by Ani’s play. Dean from his side seemed desperate not to stare at the blushing girl that looked even younger in her embarrassment, pulling up his pants as he approached the kitchen.
Dean knelt down before the feeder and started eating almost immediately, licking the feeding tube, suckling it’s mushroom head, switching between the two to get both food and liquid. Becca stood staring at him, but when he looked her way, she quickly turned to the other side instead. Despoine wondered if she should make Dean stand up so Becca could take a good look of him. It’s not like sleeping with Dean should be a hardship for anyone.
Despoine couldn’t help but being pleased by how this was working out. It was obvious that Becca was trying to think of a way to do her bidding, looking for a way to approach Dean. Dean from his side just seemed eager to finish feeding.
“Mistress asked me to … to guide you around, so you could … could meet some of the other pets.” Becca said as soon as Dean had finished and went back into his kneel. “If that’s ok.” Becca couldn’t seem to hide a blush when she stared at Dean.
Dean just smiled back at her, his dimples showing as he did so. Not quite saying anything.
“I’m Becca.” The girl said before turning her eyes back to Despoine as if asking for permission. Despoine mentally pushed at her to continue.
“Dean.” When Dean turned his full attention on the girl, Despoine could almost feel the arousal coming off of the girl. Somehow she didn’t think Becca would hate this job as much as she’d probably thought she would. But then, Dean was an exemplary example of his species. “And I’d appreciate it. If Mistress approves of course.” He shrugged a bit. “I’m not entirely sure how I’m supposed to act around other pets.”
He did have a point on that, and she would have to give him a quick set of rules to make sure he didn’t ruin any goodwill that his so far good behavior had obtained from her mother.
“I’ll help.” Becca stuttered out. “I can do this, be a good pet. I just didn’t… I should have just …”
“Hey it’s ok.” Dean got closer, touching her arm. Well there was one thing she’d have to talk to him about. “I can imagine wanting to get away. If I hadn’t given myself over to … my master, I’m sure I’d be trying to escape to.”
“Why would you do that?” Becca sounded shocked, her mind screaming her disbelief.
Despoine hesitated a moment, wondering if she should interfere before this went too far.
“Why would anyone want to?”
“My brother. My little brother. He was ill, his mind was all messed up. Sam, he just… he was lying there, suffering, his mind shorting out on him. I took him to the hospital but there was nothing they could do for him. Not with his seizures getting worse and worse. He couldn’t sleep, but he was too exhausted to even eat. So I prayed to Cas, my master. I prayed to him for three days, telling him I’d do anything he wanted me to, if only he’d help my brother. I guess at first I was too disrespectful, too demanding, but in the end, I just fell to my knees and I just offered myself up to him, told him I’d try to be better, try to be what he wanted me to be, if only he gave me a chance. And then he was there, and he asked if I meant it.”
“Did you?”
“By that point, I would have gone back to hell, if it meant getting Sam the help he needed.”
“I didn’t agree to anything. I never asked for any of this.” Becca whispered. “My dad got a new job, we were supposed to drive there. Daddy took us to Disneyworld. And I was such a jerk about it. I thought I was too big, I told my dad I hated him for putting us through this. And then… something happened to him, it was like, like when they drew those symbols on us, they must have gotten to him at the park, I don’t know.” She started crying again, and Dean pulled her close, no longer caring that neither of them was fully dressed. “He drove us here, mom kept asking him to stop, but he wouldn’t, just kept on driving until we were in the middle of town.” The girl started sobbing, grieving truly and openly for the first time that Despoine could see. She wiped off her tears before continuing “They sold us in a store, it looked like a grocery store at first. Shelves with products and sales, and a butcher shop at the back. I just sat there and watched them kill my parents, my brother, they treated them as if they were nothing, just animals for the slaughter and there was nothing I could do. No way I could save them. I kept waiting for them to kill me as well. But they didn’t. Mistress Demeter brought me here instead and they just expect us to be happy, to be grateful to be allowed to serve. And I just couldn’t… “
Dean didn’t say a word, just looked through the open door, at her. Despoine simply finished cutting her meat and listened to her son’s happy jabbering on about his day. She could feel Dean’s disgust raging through the symbiote, yet somehow it wasn’t aimed at her. She was glad, even if she didn’t understand why.
“I’m sure it’ll get better.” Dean finally said, digging inside himself for anything to comfort the girl.. “Hell, at least you’re allowed to wear clothes. Mistress only gave me these pants because we were coming here. Going around in the nude gets pretty damn freezing after a while, especially when she takes me out for walkies….”
Becca couldn’t hide a laugh after that.
“Oh right, just laugh at the lapdog. Believe me, when I offered myself up to Cas, I did not expect it to involve running around naked all the time.”
“Your master, “ Becca seemed to grow more and more hesitant as she continued, “did he keep his word?”
“About what?”
“About your brother.”
Despoine was starting to understand where the girl was getting at, after all, when it all came down to it, it was all about trust, who had earned it, who hadn’t and who to give it to or not.
“He did. He did more than that; he changed Sam’s memories, he changed his life. As far as Sam remembers, he’s finished college, he’s getting married, or he probably already got married, it’s confusing sometimes. Nobody even remembers the past, or even me. They don’t remember his criminal record, hunters no longer know anything about him. He gets to be normal, be safe, live his life. It’s more than I could have ever dreamed of.” Dean shivered and this time it was Becca who took his hand to comfort him.
“And then, he, Castiel, he did even more. My brother’s girlfriend died when Sam was in college. Castiel brought her back to life. Neither of them has a hint that she didn’t live through those years. He’s happy, they’re happy and he’s going to remain happy and safe for as long as I’m the best pet I can possibly be for my master. He even got Mistress to help train me, so I can actually succeed, which is amazing.“
The relief on Becca’s face was almost tangible and Despoine wanted to pet them both for getting it.
14.
Despoine looked up from her needlework, when she saw Dean and Becca entering the room.
“It’s like bowling balls,” Dean was saying. “Or really big melons. If I didn’t already know we weren’t on earth, those things would be the proof of it.” Dean was talking about Rosamerta, one of her brother Areion’s pets, and the size of her boobs. Becca broke out laughing, and Despoine thought it was a good look on the girl, she should do it more often. “She’s gotta have a symbiote, how else is anyone supposed to walk with those things?”
Despoine couldn’t help a smirk, thinking of all the work that Areion had gone through as Rosa was growing to increase the size of those things. She herself didn’t see the point of it, it’s not like the woman was meat waiting to be harvested. She preferred her pets to look natural. And even if she had wanted her pets to look unnatural, a females breasts would be the last thing she’d want to mess with.
Becca leaned up to Dean who had a typical ‘just got laid’ look on his face. Despoine was just glad that her plan seemed to be working. To her surprise, Dean had even offered to sleep with Darren. The younger pet had been so shy about it, dancing around the question for hours, almost scared to even speak about what he wanted to do, before he asked the older pet for help in learning how to please his master.
Darren had agreed of course, she remembered how this incarnation of Darren had been insisting he was only interested in men when she first got him. Even now he seemed more interested in male bodies than he was in those of females. And she wasn’t a cruel enough mistress to deny him if she could help it. It wasn’t like she didn’t get her own benefits out of it. Like now with Dean as she had gotten to watch the two of them, seeing Dean crouching over Darren, Darren’s cock in his mouth, listening to Darren as he told Dean step by step what he wanted him to do. Seeing the look on Darren’s face as Dean swallowed him whole, as that tongue curled around Darren’s cock, as Darren slipped in and out. To see those eyes lose themselves when Darren came and Dean fought back the urge to spit, as soon as his conscious mind remembered that he wasn’t supposed to like the taste of Darren’s come. It was so silly, Dean could be enjoying himself so much more if he just let go of his human hang ups.
And then Darren made Dean ride his dick, wearing a cock ring so he wouldn’t come to quickly, teaching him both positions. That sometimes getting fucked wasn’t just about lying there and letting your master have his way, that it could be far better when the pet put in the effort and just ensured that his or her master enjoyed themselves while the pet did all the work. Twisting himself around Darren’s cock, while Darren made him comfortable with kisses along his spine. And then again, with Dean desperate to come and willing to do anything to be allowed to do so, as he sat on Darren’s dick, face to face, while Darren fucked the new pet’s mouth with his tongue.
By the time Dean got fucked against the wall, the pet was exhausted, falling in Darren’s hold as Darren finally released the ring on her command and allowed Dean to come for the first time all day. Dean had whispered Castiel’s name as he did so, as if reminding himself whom he was doing this for.
Darren had held on to Dean in the bath tub afterwards and though Dean had blushed, barely able to look Darren in the eyes, he’d still shown his good manners by at least thanking Darren for his aid before he fell asleep.
Despoine had pulled Darren in for a kiss and sent him to bed while she carried Dean back to his crate. Petting him as she whispered her approval in his ears.
So far, two of the women Dean had slept with, had taken with child. It helped of course that she’d put fertility spells on all of them , but as far as she could see, everything was going right and Dean’s seed seemed as fertile as that of any of the best studs of the herd.
Mother had actually been surprised when she saw how well behaved Becca was being, as the girl helped guide Dean around, Mother had actually gone as far as asking what Despoine had done to improve the girl’s disposition, after all the months of her own fruitless attempts at doing the same.
Demeter had been shocked when Despoine told her. Mother looked at her and admitted she hadn’t even thought about using the boy. The idea of humans retaining bonds like that had never even entered her mind. Mother had actually felt sorry for the girl when Despoine had explained things. Giving her a second chance to make a new first impression, a rare thing from a goddess as proud as Demeter. Unfortunately it also lessened her opinion of Hades which was low enough as it were.
Despoine wished she could be more disappointed by that, instead she was glad, happy to know that her mother at least wouldn’t be trying to push her back at Hades, no matter how much easier it’d make things for all of them.
It also caused a change in the kitchens where now the cook was told to kill all humans as quickly as possible, The small loss in a few minutes of freshness wasn’t worth the misery caused by making them watch as their companions were slaughtered and prepared in front of them. The cook had suggested blindfolds and earplugs instead, but Despoine had enough experience with humans to know that human imagination had a tendency to increase anxiety rather than lessen it. Mother had actually listened to Despoine’s experience on the matter and had insisted.
Despoine had kissed her mother’s forehead in gratitude, wishing that all gods would start gaining some respect for the emotions of the animals sacrificed on their behalf.
She knew that most of the other gods didn’t gain as full a perspective on humans as she did, a gods abilities depended on their purpose and lineage. She’d always been sensitive, but since the symbiote that sensitivity had increased a thousand fold. For the first time she managed to explain to her mother what it did to her to eat a human and the full impact of what she gained from them. Her mother had pulled her close after that and had apologized for her attempts to diversify Despoine’s diet. She’d only tried to spice up the meat, giving her something with more emotional depth to it, but finding out the full extent of what Despoine got from human flesh, she promised she wouldn’t ever again force her to eat any meat that was too much for her to handle.
Once forgiven, Demeter quickly moved on to the oncoming festivities, losing herself in the preparations of the week long feast. Fattening up the sacrifices, making sure they had all the supplies they needed, and preparing whatever could be done so in advance. It was days before the feast and Despoine knew just how important it was to her mother to show she was still on top of things. Especially with Hades insinuations against her product.
The fact that Demeter had had no choice but to invite her brothers as part of the feast ensured that nothing could happen to mess this up. Infant flesh was a rare treat, suffused with innocence and trust, that older humans could never seem to retain. Despoine planned to make sure that Dean was kept busy with Becca while the meals were being prepared. No reason to give him any undue stress, even if he’d be happy to know that his master was invited to the feast as well. The night before the feast truly began, she made sure to add a lust potion to his feed, telling him that she’d be busy most of the following day.
He seemed a bit sad, Ani had taken him to the stalls earlier, dragging him to see the newborns and their mothers, The ones chosen for the feast were already taken and brought to the kitchen, so the mothers were currently nursing their remaining young, leaving them somewhat sad and subdued, knowing they’d lost something, but not sure what and hanging on to what they had left. They’d forget, they always did.. Their remaining children would be taken from them in two weeks, when they were old enough to survive without nursing, many of them would be old enough to sit up by then, old enough to go to the crib for food rather than to their mother’s breasts.
The farm was doing well, with over two hundred newborns this season alone, only fifty of them had been taken for the feast, supplying enough meat for all the invited guests and even for those who’d show up, whether they were invited or not.
Dean had stared in shock at the number of humans, especially when Ani started telling about how some of the nursing humans were milked as soon as their young were old enough to go without. The sea of bodies in front of him seemed to make him realize something that Despoine had wanted to spare him from.
She tried to explain it to him, that they were almost mindless, that these weren’t free humans, not like Becca, that they were bred for this. It only seemed to make it worse. He never got disrespectful, just asked if he could go to his crate to sleep. She agreed, as long as he ate first. She watched as he did, feeling his growing arousal through the symbiote as the night moved on.
“It’s time Becca.” She told the girl. “If you still want to of course.” The girl drank from the bottle that Despoine held in her hands. “Just keep his mind off things, tonight, and I’ll see to it that you get to meet your brother tomorrow.” Dean wasn’t the only one who could use a good distraction in regards to the feast. And it would do Becca good to know that her brother would be safely sleeping on his pillow, even as she and the others brought in the food.
Dean woke up when Becca entered the room, his dick was hard as he stared up at the girl. She whipped her hair over her back and came closer.
“Becca, I don’t…”
“Mistress said I could. Don’t you want me?”
“Oh God. Becca. You’re so young”
“I’m not a child.”
He still seemed to hesitate, his control admirable, considering the amount of lust potion she’d put in his food.
“Please, Dean. Please, I want my first time to be with someone who’d care.”
There had to be something in her eyes, if the desperation in her voice wasn’t enough. Watching Dean and her together was almost beautiful, Dean took care of her, making sure she’d enjoy every second. Becca on the other hand was inexperienced, but allowing herself to be led. Their coupling lasted for hours, by the time it was finished, Becca lay in Dean’s arms, he curled up around her, as if to protect her from the world.
Despoine finished with the last of the infants that would be prepared in advance, watching as the cook carved the meat of their fragile bones, gently removing intestines and brains while separating the flesh, turning both into a whole series of delicacies, from pâté to hams. She’d taste tested enough of them to know that they’d barely felt any pain, just a quick merciful fading into the black as their souls spread back into the ether. Fifteen of them were left, sleeping away their last night, she moved her hand over their brows, granting them dreams of love and rainbows, wishing their souls well for their next lives.
The halls were quiet, more so than usual, as most of the pets lingered in their rooms, either staying out of the gods way or doing their jobs and preparing the farm for visitors, setting up rooms and sleeping in advance for when not if, some of their guests would request companionship the next day.
Despoine took one last look at the two pets, feeling the first spark of new life in the girl’s womb.
She wondered if Castiel would end up wanting any of the resulting children for himself, even as early as this she knew there’d be seven of them spread amongst the three women. She wasn’t quite sure on genders yet, it was too early to tell. Maybe she should let Dean pick which of them he wanted to keep, she already knew several buyers that would pay tremendous amounts for any of them.
She weaved a sleeping spell around the crate, leaving the two pets to sleep off their sex induced haze. By the time the guests started arriving, Dean and Becca were sitting in the living room, playing a game of tic tac toe with Ani. The boy was happy with the attention, happy to have his mother with him for the entire week.
She felt guilty at times, for leaving him alone that much, but there was no way she was going to let him spend time with his father. Ani was vulnerable, in need of someone to guide him to the god he was going to be, and there was no way that she’d let Hades have any hand in shaping said god. No matter how much that Ani adored him or how much she herself had loved him once upon a time.
“Castiel will be here tonight.” She said as matter of fact as she could manage, holding back to see how he’d respond.
Dean looked up, startled. “Am I going home.” There was something almost hopeful in his tone.
Despoine couldn’t help but notice the slightly disappointed look on Becca’s face, even hidden as quickly as it were.
“That will depend on Castiel.”After all, she was supposed to have another two days. And she was convinced that the boy could impregnate at least three or four more women before he left, if she let him. Areion had even been asking to let Dean have some more time with his Rosa, said he wanted another child of hers, and Rosa had actually liked Dean, something that hadn’t been the case with the last two males Areion had bred her with.
Dean nodded and returned his attention to Ani, having learned by now that there was no need whatsoever to let the boy win, in fact Ani could win just as easily without the help, especially when Dean wasn’t paying attention. Like now. It was kind of sweet, seeing the human longing for his master to come and pick him up already. It’s not that Dean couldn’t enjoy himself without Castiel, but like any good pet, the bond with his owner was more important than that which he had with other gods.
Dean was homesick and worse so, because he wasn’t admitting to it. It made her grab him in a hug and tickle, Dean fought her touch, but only in so far that he tried to avoid her ticklish fingers.
It was almost anticlimactic when Castiel did arrive and Dean just sat there on his knees, looking at the floor as he watched his master approach. Castiel messed up Dean’s hair, petting him, before turning his attention on Despoine.
“Was the breeding successful?” was the first thing he asked, Dean shook up, his head staring between Despoine and Castiel.
“It has been so far, my Lord.” She said, smiling at Castiel. Then she pointed at Becca, “My pet Rebecca here is carrying two of them inside of her now. The god turned his attention to the girl, who seemed desperate to crawl her way into the ground, but stayed in place regardless of what she herself might want otherwise. Becca stood still, even as Castiel touched her belly, looking pleased as he did so. “They will be beautiful.” He said, as if looking not just inside of her, but into the future as well, he probably was.
“Cas… Master.. what’s going on?” Dean stared, horrified as he seemed to realize what was going on. “No, no you can’t do that. I gave myself, Cas. Myself, not my children, not… You can’t.”
He froze as Castiel returned his attention to him. “Why not? Had I commanded you, would you have refused me?” The threat breathing under his words was almost touchable.
Dean stared at him in shock, shivering, his mind so clearly torn between his brother and the children.
“No.” he finally whispered. “I’m just begging you, Cas, please don’t , I can handle serving you, I owe you that, but those children, they shouldn’t… they should be born free, not as potential meat in case one of the other gods gets the munchies. “
Despoine was about to correct him, his children would never end up as food, they were meant to be pets, and valuable ones at that, but she didn’t think that was what Dean needed to hear right now.
Castiel’s hand fisted, and for a moment she felt it pass through the house, five barely forming souls leaving the world, before they were even created. Leaving only two, the ones in Becca.
“The girl will come with us when we leave. I will pay you for her.” The god said, almost as an afterthought. Becca stood up, shaken, uttering a brief ‘no’ before she silenced herself. Dean just seemed struck.
Despoine was about to protest, wanting to say no, she couldn’t just hand over one of her pets, what kind of owner would she be if she did. But then she realized that Castiel would destroy the last two surviving offspring as well if she did.
“Yes, my lord.“
Dean’s heart was beating in his chest, his breathing harsh as he stared up at Castiel.
“Only these two remain.” It was a proclamation of intent, and Dean clearly understood it as such. ‘They will be raised as my followers and build my new church amongst humanity. Their mother will raise them to be free.” The look on Dean’s face turned to awe and the pet reached for his master, grabbing his owner’s legs in thanks, Castiel just pulled Dean up and hugged him closer.
Becca who had been ready to run mere seconds before just seemed to touch her hands to her belly as if she couldn’t quite believe there were new lives growing inside of her. Despoine could only hope that Castiel would treat her kindly. She stayed silent about that as well.”Aaron.” Becca whispered. Despoine could see her pulled between the two, the possibility of her children going free, and knowing she’d be abandoning her one remaining family member. But it’s not like she had any choice about the matter in the first place.
Despoine didn’t linger on the matter, Instead she showed Castiel around, giving him a tour of the farm, keeping him busy until the feast and hoping he’d let Dean return some time soon. It was when Castiel saw Darren that his eyes seemed to grow stronger in focus. Despoine barely got there in time when Castiel grabbed her pet’s arm, turning to her. “He’s one of the ones that touched Dean.”
“Yes.”
“Why? He cannot bear children”
“Dean asked him to.” She mentally pleaded at Castiel, practically begging him to let Darren go, the human was frail enough as it were.
“I just thought he might teach me some tricks.” Dean said, standing up and moving to his master, taking the risk to reach out to him. “Despoine said… that you might change your mind some day, that you might want to … use me. I just thought if I knew what to do, I could make it better.”
Castiel turned to his own pet, letting go of Darren. Dean leaned up to his owner, his bells ringing quietly. Castiel’s hand moved along Dean’s neck, his lips meeting Dean’s, as if experimenting. Dean returned the kiss.
“You will show me those teachings.”
Dean quickly nodded. “Yes, Master.”
Despoine was about the offer a room when Castiel used the power of his mind to pull down on Dean's nipple piercings forcing him to his knees in front of him. Dean nuzzled and mouthed the burgeoning bulge in his master's pants, his hands smoothing up and down Castiel's thighs. He caressed up and around Castiel's buttocks slowing working his fingers around to the front to unzip his owner’s pants. Dean eased both underwear and pants down over Castiel's hips to reveal his hardening cock. Reverently Dean kissed the tip before licking his way down its length around the balls and back up before taking the head between his lips. He swirled his tongue around the rounded head and through the slit before sucking another inch into his mouth and repeating the process.
Despoine with Darren kneeling at her feet watched as Castiel's breathing sped up, his hand gently resting on the back of Dean's head. She watched as Dean brought one hand up to fondle Castiel's balls as he continued to slowly suck more and more of the God' s length into his mouth. She was proud of Dean's ability to keep his eyes turned up to his master's face while he worked his master's cock like a fully trained pet. It wasn't long before she saw Castiel's hips begin to twitch and his hand tightened in Dean's hair unconsciously pulling him closer. She sensed more than saw the moment Dean started to alternate swallowing and humming around the length in his mouth by the increasing sense of euphoria radiating out from the God. The world seemed to freeze in anticipation just before Castiel suddenly tensed, groaned then reached for the wall to lean against and Dean let the now soft length of Castiel's cock slip from his mouth.
“I see,” the former angel said. “That would be an acceptable way of providing pleasure.”
Dean grinned up at him, for all the world looking like a Cheshire cat that had got the cream.
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