It had been a few months since the world changed and the gods appeared. Or manifested. Or returned. The word choice depended on who was asked, but each choice really just boiled down to how before they weren't, and now they were.
To Silus, the how, when, and why of it didn't matter, because everything was a blur. Life before the change had been-- well, it hadn't been great, as best he could remember, but most people seemed to have better lives after the change. Better jobs, more functional families, better communities; it was a better world.
Hell, the world wasn't on fire anymore, it felt like. Climate change had been undone, retroactively undone, the ocean and wilderness were both unpolluted, species of plants and animals that had gone or nearly gone extinct were back and thriving; human civilization wasn't an extinction-level event anymore. It was shiny ahead for almost everyone.
Except Silus. His life mostly seemed to be the same. He had a shitty job. He had a shitty house, the same shitty house. And he had... no close friends he could think of. He just had people that he knew.
Well, that's not entirely true. His life was different, it had changed. He'd been-- he'd been a-- well, he'd had a shitty job before the change. A different shitty job, even if his memories of what it was had gotten fuzzy. Whatever it was, post-change, he was instead working the night shift in a 'recharge and refuel stop'. Which was still a shitty, minimum wage job.
True, after the change, minimum wage had gone from seven-something an hour to damn near twenty-five-something an hour, but it was still a shitty job. Shitty jobs didn't stop being shitty because you got paid more for doing them. Better pay just meant that you didn't need to kill yourself working three equally shitty jobs to make ends meet.
Silus didn't work alone, mind. He had a little buddy. A partner in crime. A coworker.
"Fuck my fucking life!" shouted Rebb from the bathroom. "Do they not do anything on fucking day shiftβ½"
Rebb was the skinny little black cat to Silus's floofy golden retriever. At five-foot nothing, she was more than a full head shorter than Silus, but, like any respectable tiny cat, that just meant her attitude was that much bigger than his.
"What've they done this time?" Silus shouted back to her; this earned him another string of curses.
"They forgot to fucking to order any goddamn thing! Like, all the fucking cleaning shit is empty and they can't be fucked to order more shit!"
If it was up to Rebb, she'd wear all black, all the time. Shirts? Black. Pants? Black. Ripped fishnet stockings? Black. Hair? Neon green with lights spliced into it somehow. So she wasn't all black. But it certainly seemed to be her color of choice.
"So don't clean," replied Silus, grinning to himself.
"Don't be gross," Rebb snapped back at him. She was of the opinion that things needed to be done a certain way, and fuck anyone who thought otherwise.
There was silence for a moment after that, then another curse.
"Fuck those fucks! They put it on the-- fuck!"
"What happened?"
"Those fucks got new stuff and put it on the top shelf! Fucking bastards!"
Silus snorted, then grumbled. Sounded like Darrin's work.
"Want help getting it?" he asked, not moving yet.
"No!" Rebb shouted. There was a clattering sound, followed by another curse. "Maybe."
Silus got up from where he was, locked the doors, muttered a prayer to the small figure of Jocahn, the god of 'planes, trains, and automobiles' they had on a shelf behind the counter, then went to the bathroom.
Rebb, small, petite girl that she was, was glaring at the top shelf of the cleaning closet when he came in. She was cute, in her way. Lots of angles and bones jutting, but mostly because she was still young, if eighteen could be called young. The heart of her beauty, as far as Silus was concerned, was in her lips, but considering that he was also almost twice as old as her, it didn't do him much good to think about them.
"Bastards," she muttered, still staring.
Silus coughed behind her. "Rebb, I can get it, but you gotta move your ass if you want me to get it," he said as he got behind her.
Rebb looked back at Silus and gave him a shit-eating grin. "I gotta move my ass if I want you to grab it? Is that what you mean?" she asked, and she squatted, put her hands on her knees, and began to shake and gyrate at him.
"Rebb, come on," groaned Silus as he made a show of trying to get away from her while also trying to hide the fact that he was leering at her ass as much as she wanted him to.
Trying, and failing. "Come on, you know you want it," teased Rebb, shaking it closer to him.
Silus threw caution to the wind. "Fine, you know what? Yeah, I do want your ass," and he began to grind up against her as she ground on him, fists pumping in the air.
She cackled as he ground against her ass, and he almost began to laugh too when suddenly he felt himself start to thicken. He wasn't hard, but the thoughts were there now. He didn't stop moving, but he did... linger.
Her laughs died down, and she began to linger, too.
His grinding began slower, more focused on her ass. Her grinding became deliberate.
This did nothing to help ease the situation.
"Are you... are you soft right now?" asked Rebb, her voice quiet, almost reverent, as she ground on him.
"Yeah," answered Silus. He could feel more and more of a rush of blood towards his nether regions. "I was, at least."
"Wow." Rebb began to more obviously slid her ass on his cock, the joke of it fading. "I can feel it growing. Fuck. I don't know how big I thought you were, cause I never thought about it before, but... like... fucking Christ. You must be huge."
Silus put one hand on the door-frame, but moved his other to her waist, and began to move in motion with her properly. She smelled good
"Thanks," he said, still grinding. "Not sure I believe you, but thanks."
She smelled really, intoxicatingly good.
"I -- oh, fuck," Rebb started, then stopped. She put her hands on the back of the small closet, then began to grind back on Silus in earnest, not joking anymore. "Fuck me, fuck. You just keep growing, don't you?"
"I'm damn near as hard as I'm gonna be, actually," Silus replied. He wanted to reach into his pants and adjust himself so he wasn't as obviously straining against them, something he hadn't done since high school, almost twenty years prior.
"Fuck," said Rebb. She stopped for a moment, then looked back and down at him. "How big do you think you are?"
Silus shrugged. "Never measured. A little longer than both hands together, I think."
"Both hands -- your hands?" asked Rebb. She turned, placed her hands on his chest, then looked up at him. "Both of your fucking hands together and you're longer than that?"