As the dickhead enjoyed sodomy, he sought to alleviate his pope’s burdens. He was seen as a saint for this act of charity, and thus through this influence was able to build a new church. With the businesswoman’s assistance, he gave sermons concerning a god who rewarded their struggles in wealth with wealth, on the condition they gave him his wealth. In exchange, he would give them his seed, usually enough to fill their hands or mouths, which would eventually bless them with fortune. The animals, having very little wealth, liked this message, and spread wide and far the dickhead’s words. Thus the dickhead became very popular.
The first act of his church was to wage a holy war against the city, who had recently awarded the asshole with a lifetime appointment as prime minister.
The businesswoman had learned her lesson and did not direct the business’ energies into weapons-making. However, she did encourage the two heads of state to settle the matter peacefully. Though they hated the other by their blood, and by the fact that one had been sodomized by the other, they found they had much in common, in that they liked power, they liked orgies, and they liked sending innocent people to die. The two gave presents to the other, the one an entourage of boys to sodomize, the other an entourage of animals to shove up his ass.
Indeed, because the two adversaries liked the other so much, and resembled the other so much, they exerted themselves to make the war all the bloodier, as a kind of friendly rivalry. Every day innocent men died, every day innocent women were raped, and children orphaned, every day the dickhead sodomized and was sodomized, such that his palace from one wing to the other was occupied by an immense train of flesh, every day the asshole shoved more and more animals up his ass until he could hardly sit anymore.
As our hero and the doe belonged to neither camp, they sat this one out. They lived with the sisters, who were happy to have guests. The sisters no longer fed our hero corn husks, our hero no longer slept with the pigs, and our hero did not want to make love to the sisters, thus his wife was not possessive of him, and so they got along peacefully and even happily as the war between species intensified.
The dickhead was so happy in his idyll of sodomizing children, convincing men and women to die and to give up all of their wealth before they died, such that they lived in profound enough misery and suffering that death looked a good fate, for the dickhead sermonized that a heaven with their loving father awaited them, that he forgot he was married.
The princess, having lost all of her wealth, as a result of not understanding the concept of market saturation, was pleased with her husband’s newfound fortune and the increase in intensity of his sexual activities. However, it was difficult to have two members of the household with voracious sexual appetites, and she often found more human resources were expended on her husband than herself.
To appease her jealousy, the dickhead made love to his wife, a while after they last made love. He put his head deeper and deeper into her, pushed more and more deeply, until he found a place within her without any light, and consequently no air, and thus began choking. He convulsed inside her; she enjoyed the foreplay; her husband deceased inside of her genitals, and he had not found the g-spot quite yet.
The asshole had received another shipment of animals to shove up his ass. One of them was the werewolf, a patriot who loved his fellow animals. When the asshole made to use him, the werewolf bit his buttchecks, such that they grew hair and teeth themselves. The asshole was now half-wolf, half-ass, a kind of being he despised, and so flew out of the city on his paws.
The half-man half-wolf half-asshole encountered our hero, who was strolling with his wife and child. Our hero’s blood, having once been half-wolf, sensed another werewolf’s blood, and he became a werewolf once more. The asshole leapt; our hero leapt also; they bit their fangs into the other; the asshole reeked; the asshole bled; our hero triumphed; but wolves are natural predators of deer, and so he had to sleep in the doghouse from now on.
The princess could not remove her husband’s head from her body, and so was now actually part dragon, fulfilling her father’s wishes of realizing his noble birth. She thus united the two sides, city and forest, through her realized heritage. Our heroes were able to return to the city, and our hero resumed his business, which the businesswoman had so handily attended for him while he was away.
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