orgy ft. twisted references
Music filled the air as the group danced joyously around the animals, said creatures looking from above at the ground as they were forced to submit to the rituals of the Cult of Dionysus. The animals were in their separate areas, a bull, a lion, a panther, and a bee, silently hoping they would be able to go free, that they wouldn’t be used as a sacrifice to the god Dionysus.
But the God of Chaos had different plans, plans that may or may not have been influenced by the weaving tapestry the Fates had most nearly finished.
Dionysus took on a form upon which he could be seen, and made his grand entrance in the center of the orgy, praises and shrieks emanating from them as they bowed to him. Wine was offered, along with foods but he shrugged it off, instead going over their faces, and the faces of the people in the town, thinking, plotting, before finally deciding who he was going to pick to embody the animals his worshippers had been so kind to collect, though he only really liked two.
He admired their effort, though the bull was a bit generic, so he didn’t pay too much mind before pointing at a random man who was kneeling within the circle, motioning him forward. Without hesitation the man stood and walked toward him, his aura flaring with a cocky confidence and arrogance that struck an odd chord in the god.
Dionysus did not pay it any mind, though the Fates worked faster, trying to stay ahead of major changes, trying to keep the story they’d been working on so long, one that rivaled even Hades and Persephone.
He felt a joy at the panther in front, though it paced back and forth inside of their cage, desperate to be freed, but tired from fighting their cage. Few orgies ever put this much effort, most just used it as an excuse for wine and unrestrained coitus, and sometimes he did take offense and turn a couple people into satyrs, showing them the consequence of messing with a god. It worked, but never for very long.
Dionysus took more care, going over the crowd, before ultimately picking the woman that had been kneeling next to the man. She stood, keeping her eyes averted, and she scooted carefully away from the man, though he grabbed her wrist and yanked her back towards him, a sound of discomfort escaping her, her body tensing when the man's grip tightened on her arm.
She would get the panther.
There was a small commotion as a young girl walked into the area, quickly drawing his attention. But the woman behind her noticed his attention, and though not accustomed to the rituals, and unsure of which god stood before her, she stepped in front of the girl, drawing the god’s eyes to her. Dionysus felt her aura, a protective one, strong, not unlike a lion. More worthy than the others, much more by far than the ones kneeling before him.
He pointed at her.
She narrowed her eyes in defiance and he just pointed at her again, secretly amused that she had proved his earlier observations.
The woman kneeled next to the other woman, both casting a look at each other in apprehension.
He was the god of chaos, and the woman who he had picked as his panther appeared to be in a relationship with the man he had picked as his bull. So what would be the worst that could happen if he made the panther and the lion the bee? They’d reach their peak and could shift into the small creature and bee united forever.
And so he chose them.
The three of them stood and walked forward towards the god, who quickly grew bored.
The man grew horns, the first woman grew cat ears, and the last one had much more subtle features, eyes that shifted, a blood that ran hotter than it ever should, a hair that embodied the creature that now made its home inside of her.
And with that Dionysis left, noting what he’d done and resolving to check on them in a few months, see how things were moving along, if there was yet chaos.
The newly morphed humans watched him leave, varying reactions on their faces.
Ecstasy, panic, and anger.
The bull turned his eyes on the panther and she cowered, the creature inside of her roaring to fight, but she beat it away. The lion’s eyes flamed red, drawing the bull’s attention as she stepped up next to the panther. The panther ducked behind the lion, but she never left her side, offering silent reassurances and reinforcement.
The bull snorted and spit out poison and the panther took the blow, flinching as it melted part of her, and the lion roared and lunged.
Brutal fights took place nearly every day until one day the tides changed, because the women discovered something they had not known before.
And they changed and shifted and danced the sensuous dance of death.
And they taught him his lessons in a manner in which he would not quickly forget, Hades made sure.
For bees can recognize royalty they say.