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Hey there pigs. This is the first chapter of an isekai-like, gay bdsm-themed, novella I've been working on. I'll be releasing more chapters here in the future, but they'll be hitting my patreon first if you want earlier access. "How Does a Sexual Deviant Save Another World?!" It was a clear night, save for a few clouds that drifted sleepily across a bright and full moon. Pin pricks of light sparkled and danced in the otherwise empty sky above where Mykel lay. Thinking had become quite difficult now, and pain was blossoming in firework-like fashion from the left side of his head, but damn was that sky beautiful. What was I doing again? he tried to remember, the answers eluding him with ease. He began to notice an inky blur overtaking the once-sharp lights above, casting them in a reddish glow. ”Hey faggot! You still alive?! We’ll take care of that! Hahaha!”, came a shrill voice from somewhere above him. A face leaned in and peered down at him, a smile born of malice and cruelty adorning an otherwise handsome man. Oh, right. I’m being murdered. Mykel wasn’t as upset with this as he imagined he would be. A side-effect of getting hit with a metal pipe? Or was he tired after so many years of fighting, masking, running, and hiding. He turned his thoughts to the many friends he had made after joining a local leather club. It was safe for him to be himself there, but with comfort came complacency. The feeling from his first visit, relief, washed through him like balm, and he smiled. “Oh you having a good time, huh? This is what all you fags deserve. Burn in hell!”, the voice screamed, and sounded so very angry. Mykel was beyond the point of trying to understand so he closed his eyes and waited for the metal pipe to bludgeon away the last of his misery. He waited... ...and waited... ......and waited some more. Finally he opened his eyes to see what was taking so long and his breath stuck in his throat. Where once hung the familiar pale moon now swirled with thousands, millions, and billions of what Mykel imagined galaxies looked like - each one composed of colors that were beyond his imagination. Some bigger (closer?), some smaller. Every last one sparkled like a precious, exotic gem in the dark sky. “How is this possible...” he wondered aloud, as a tear began to slide down his temple. “It took you long enough to wake,” this voice was unlike the last he had heard. Somewhat melodic, masculine, and thrumming with a deep bass timbre. Mykel felt the words as much as he heard them. He went to check his body, using his hands to feel for pain or weird stuff, but something was wrong. He raised his head to look down at the rest of himself and began to scream. Where his body should be was what looked like cotton candy, or clouds. It...HE...was pulsing and swirling like the galaxies above him, in as many colors. He got the rest of the way up off the ground, twisting and turning to get a look at himself. He tried to grab himself, but had no limbs. Just as he was about to collapse from shock, the melodic voice spoke again. ”That never gets old. You’re fine, Mykel. Imagine yourself taking a breath and calm down, or you just might fly apart anyways,” the voice sounded amused, which wasn’t helping Mykel calm down much. ”WHAT HAPPENED TO M-!?”, he screamed, turning towards the direction of the voice, but what his eyes focused on gave him pause. He had a difficult time understanding what he was seeing. It was human-shaped, and wore what looked like silken robes. They were purple and shiny, and Mykel noticed silver and black patterns on the fabric that swirled and danced. The owner of the voice was holding an elaborately decorated paper fan in one hand, and a long-necked pipe in the other. Mykel focused, and recognized that this creature did not have a human face, but instead the entire head of a rabbit - pure, white fur and long, black ears. ”Wha-...I mean...Who. Who are you?” Mykel said much more quietly. He was afraid, even though he had to have died already. Right? The creature, reclining leisurely on a gently sloping boulder, raised the pipe to its lips and inhaled, speaking on the exhale so that his words traveled on streamers of smoke. ”I have as many names as there are universes above us. On your world, the people who once cared to do so called me Tuer’Shen.” ”Tuer...Shen. Wait, the god of love between men?”, Mykel wondered aloud. Tuer’Shen’s ears flicked, and his face seemed to crack into a smile. ”So some still speak of me there, that is pleasing to know.” ”Uhh, yea. I took a mythology class one year in college and you were in one of the chapters. I, um, only remembered because...”, Mykel's voice trailed off in the presence of this stranger. ”You’re a man who loves men,” Tuer’Shen said matter-of-factly. The statement, not a question, made Mykel jump in his ski-, oh right, no skin now, he remembered. On reflex he began to launch into his practiced rebuttals, but the rabbit god held up a hand. ”None of that matters anymore, remember? You died? You are now in a completely different place, in a different form, and...most importantly...you have a completely different level of potential.” "Potential? How? Don't I like...go to hell or get reincarnated into a worm or something?" Mykel was becoming more conscious of his situation. He felt like he made a face when Tuer'Shen barked out a laugh at his questions. "Hell? Reincarnation?," the god questioned in his even way, "My, what fascinating stories you mortals come up with, trying in your infantile way to understand a universe you will never comprehend. It doesn't matter which world you come from, either - the similarities of your myths is striking," he took another long draw on his pipe, chuckling again. "Well, to be honest," Mykel tried to gesture around himself, "I didn't even believe in this much. I imagined you just went blank after you died." "Oh dear...an atheist?!" a chortle rocked Tuer'Shen to and fro, "Well, now that you're meeting a god I guess you might need to re-evaluate your assumptions, eh?" "I'm still not convinced this isn't a dream. You know - my brain flooding itself with neurochemicals to help ease me into death," Mykel gazed back up at the planet-filled sky, "I have to say, I thought there'd be a lot more sex in my last dreams. But this isn't terrible I guess." Mykel looked down to find Tuer'Shen directly in front of him, nose to nose. Mykel hadn't realized how tall the rabbit god was, before. Or had he just gotten smaller? "Back to business," Tuer'Shen said gently, gazing intensely down into Mykel's eyes, "You are not dreaming, I am as real as you are. You still exist, for now, but that window is slowly closing and I have much to impart to you. So do try to pay attention, yes?" Mykel had dozens of new questions, but instead he nodded, or at least he thought he nodded, without remark. Tuer'Shen nodded, too. "Now, you only still exist because I used my power to bring you here," Mykel began to ask a question, but Tuer'Shen pressed a finger to where his lips should have been, "I brought you here because you are unique in comparison to most mortals, You have immense potential." The way the rabbit god said potential made Mykel wonder if this meant the same thing he thought it did. Another question, held back. "Not only that, but your light and shadow elements are in harmony instead of contention. How did you manage that, hm? -- no don't bother. The question is far more satisfying to me than any answer you could offer," Tuer'shen took a long draw of his pipe, expression a quizzical, furry mask. The smoke he blew into Mykel's face had an earthy, sweet aroma that reminded him of his favorite brand of cigar. He was suddenly sad, realizing he would never enjoy them in the comfort of his home dungeon ever again. "But I wonder," Tuer'shen went on, "how much of that will change soon,". "I don't understand most of the words you've been saying, you know," Mykel grumbled, "can I expect any actual answers? You said I didn't have much time here, so get on with it, yea?" The rabbit god huffed, but nodded as he turned and walked away. "You do deserve some explanations, but first you need to know some history," Tuer'shen looked up at the swirling sky, "Up there you can see an almost-infinite number of worlds. Some are like the world you came from, Earth. Others are...drastically different. Want to know something weird? Your type of worlds are devoid of magic, real spiritual power, and fantastical beasts," a pause to draw on his pipe, "and yet you mortals were still able to dream them up. I mean that literally, by the way - not even the gods understand how it works, but the dreams of mortals can transcend the barriers that keep your worlds separate. Another fascinating question with no answer to be found." Mykel looked up as well, wondering now which sphere of light and color was Earth. Not that it mattered, he realized again. He was beginning to feel a little lost and hopeless. “There were a lot more of us thousands of your years before now,” the rabbit god sounded somber now, “there was a conflict...your people would call it a war, but it was well beyond the scope of that word. The horrors we saw and wreaked upon each other and their worlds would twist your tiny mind inside out more than a few times.” “Have you seen my sex life?” Mykel said flippantly, but Tuer’shen glared at him out of the corner of his eye. Mykel uttered an apology and returned his gaze to the stars above. ”To make a very long story short, the conflict ended with an uneasy truce hinging upon an agreement that no god would directly interfere with the worlds of mortals. That brings us to why, dear mortal, I have summoned you here instead of...well, best not to dwell on the alternatives,” Tuer’shen tapped his pipe against the stony ground, releasing the ash and bits that hadn’t burn--- Read the rest at https://www.patreon.com/c/TomMichaels! First chapters are free!