Sladin or Bust! – Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin –

WHAT CAME FIRST; THE CHICKEN OR THE EGG?

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Hiatus is over! So? College is wrapping up, but guess who's wrapping up those Easter eggs in this alt – verse of a smut on fertility rituals? You guessed it. Find out now how lazy this will be to write and call me out on it when it's posted. Would love to hear your thoughts!

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Ostara. Goddess of all of the fields and the fragrant flowers in the realm of the gods, had decided to give the chicks and rabbits one vote each to see who this year, would be coined the most important to venerate her grace on Earth. The rabbits and chick fiasco; that one came from the womb of the earth first, and so many bickered and fought and pecked or kicked to have their say. One brave bird, a rather red breasted boaster of superior skill when it came to winning over the human children, decided that if they should not come to an agreement, there should be a chance to change.

"We may have the rabbits take to the role this year, and then the birds and chicks the next –

"Now, wait just a cottontail – pickin' minute!" One rather irritated bird, a rooster named Vic (Don't ask) squabbled up to his friend and ally of justness in their pecking order. "Why would you appoint the rabbits first, and not your own kind? What is your debate on that, oh wise red breasted chickadee??"

The huffing, rabbling and angry crowd wanted an answer as the liaison of the Goddess of Spring did not want more fighting to occur. Not days before the children were to celebrate it with her.

"I have humility, unlike the squawking birds of my kind. And, I know we can behave and let others have the chance before us –

"Yeah, but…they'd just break the rules and not try to stay still." Rache, the white rabbit; who knew her kind was a family favorite to cook and eat as well as play besides, was all for the agreement, should the rabbits not be so quick to bolt. "It is why their ears are so tall."

"I think that is most incorrect!" Star, the swiftest swallow of the tall reeds looked down from her perch and wished it were easier to have an answer from either faces. "The children of the earth mother are glad to be among those they cherish. Can we not agree of this to be the case?"

"I demand a recount!" Lastly, one tawny rabbit called Gaar had the last word, as total chaos finally broke out.

The bickering was left to the ones who could voice their opinions the loudest, as Richie, the red breasted robin soon left the stage to return home. Easily, he transformed into a human in body but not necessarily all in brain with his innocent stance.

"The meeting did not go well, I take it."

"No, sir." The golden aura of one lone green man told many a tale; Belenus of the spring time festival and good wood was not fond of being forgotten. Yet Richie was also not a fan of being so loudly tossed from season to season without respite. "Right now, the tribes of the two in question is just…if the rabbits were not given a chance before the birds of spring time, sire. I tried to turn it around, but…"

"They were supposed to turn and allow the rabbits no say. Why did you not do as I wished?"

The great god was never one of spite yet he could heal from almost any wound. He hated dark places in the cold north most of all and the god that ruled that wicked territory. Richie was his ticket to being at the Goddess's side for all eternity, for when the Holly king arose just after the last golden leaf had fallen, Belenus knew that he would be no more. Richie wanted a place at his sunny side, and so, they both had made and struck a risky deal.

"Little Robin, I will grant you one more chance. And I know you are regretful, so much that it must be done –

"Winter cannot just…be told to leave! –

" Silence your tongue in my presence!" The man beat his staff to the floor as Richie cowered and covered his arms over his face.

"Now, come here and make it up to me. You are a good bird of MY spring time. Those human children should have those excuses for kitten - sized cattle to toy with. You will always be safe in the skies where I stand, however." The green man pointed to his crotch as the bird shook its head furiously, yet wiry vines allowed his chin to be led closer than ever. The green man was just as powerful and the god consciously made it so that none could oppose his groping hands. The monstrous tendrils wrapped round the bound bird's very fleshy wrists and ankles. The vines soon snaked up the robin's spine and to the dimples of his now nearly unclad ass.

"Sire..."

"It pleases me if you'll take your punishment." The vine's tip ripped loudly at the seams of the bird's trousers that the stray robin had materialized, as he hiccupped by how cold that touch was to his backside. All the while, the bird's head dipped low to gaze at the unclad crotch of the green lord's tented and wetted size, all caused by the sheer sight of his tied-up underling. "You have betrayed the goddess, the rabbits and the birds as well. If they ever found you; tight against my cock like this, sucking down my essence as a succubus, you would never have your wings again. They would be taken from your back. There is only this deal, so that the goddess knows that I want her to never change her gowns to appease that cold, cold elder of another season." He let the tip of his penis jut against the robin's gasping jaw. At the same time, the vine from behind had found the hole of the little bird's and had dug its own forced burrow, making the red breasted child of the goddess cry out. That was done, long enough for the green man to drag his cock right down the throat of the traitorous bird, and all by his own volition.

"You feel it filling you up? That is the feeling of my spring waters guiding us to climax. Like the mischievous Pan, all that is my mate must then only bear the burden of serving I."

The bird tried frantically to tug loose at those words, to pull away, yet the vines grew noose - end tight as they swung him forth to catch at the god's balls without rest. Right down to the root, as the vines themselves released a sweet-smelling sap to coat the wriggling bird's softened insides.

"This is your hollow. I'll gladly keep your floors tidied of our tryst. You have my work, little robin." The god mocked as he moved faster, his cock slick with the spit and saliva of his forever underling. "Once I have released my seed inside of you, it will take ten days to mature. In that time, you must never try to carry the heat of another's seed. You must never lose focus on what I own…that is, your soul ."

The bird shut its eyes as the god laid waste to his fragile innards. The vines shot another lasting load of sticky sap that made his belly bulge with the eventual child he'd come to carry to his core. The god had given him something that only a human could birth, and so, in ten days he would never fly free again…not until the babe was full grown.

"Better." The green, greedy lust eyed king let his vines fall to their ends. The bird was made to fall onto his side, as his body convulsed. Spittle dripped with the bile in his system, as that too was shot out of his lips like vomit upon the winged thing's fall. "You're not to harm it, or I shall tear that egg out and leave you here, without my power to assist. Someone else shall carry my precious, young. Perhaps that pretty Swallow, her name was Star? You seemed very fond of her as well."

"Do…." The bird huffed as he tried to sit up, his matted human locks were as dark as this nest's lack of sunlight. "Please, I will try again…so do not harm her. She is an innocent."

"Are you not all my playthings just that, child of Ostara?" Grinned the god with his aura now dimming into shadow.

The young stunned bird did not reply, as the god cast his magic, and the pain the robin felt soon had eased inside of the room. The child was his, the god's. When he was well and no longer incapacitated by it, the young bold bird would flee this place. Fly to the human realm and live among them.

"Ten days' time; on the holy day of the lovely Goddess Ostara, you will have that child born to me, unto my alter, and I will come for it. For, by then." The god warned as his image waned into the next world. "By then, the rabbits are to be dead and buried of this issue. That only the fowl may have the honor of being called the first Robins of springtime, or you too shall be left to rot in the fields with your unhappy companions."

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RUN RABBIT RUN!! NEXT IS A ROMP IN THE MEADOW. SLADE THE COYOTE AND I GUESS DICK IS A HARE AS NIGHTWING? FIND OUT!

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So, Slade is Belenus and the goddess Ostara is like the one JLA that keeps them all together. Raven, Vic, Star and Gaar with Star all are rhyming I guess but Saxon and Celtic terms are not needed for a super short piece. I know Beltane, very wholesome event I went to every year until the owners retired the festival due to financial issues. Richie is showing his Renegade side in this because if the rabbits win, then the god of winter will make them all have to scatter and be apart, but if spring never dies, Richie and his family may do as they like. To him he's a bird brain so spring. Good. Winter, bad. And of course, the story of the Oak king and the Holly king is in there. They hate each other and want the Goddess's hand in marriage it's a thing. More to it than what I put. So, who is the goddess represented as you might ask? She's liberty. Freedom. That's all and that's why they are all like animals in springtime. Talk about a real hopping mad world! Tell me if you want a part two with a twist of four wall breaking or not! Find out, I was going to make it so that after the kid was born, Richie did fly down to earth and fall and at that time, found others who were able to help him since he'd converted to being human in order to escape his fate as Belenus's mistress. Well? Tell me if that sounds insane or just really eh. Next will be you guessed it…. march.