Hiya! I don't post here often, but I finally have another story! This time, it's a 2-parter, featuring my plushie God OC Avi, and my sheep OC Impalo. This is *technically* the start of some sort of romance, but they'll be pretty hostile to eachother at first, so there won't be much flirting in this part. Honestly, this is more for lore and setup of Avi, rather than any wish fulfillment. The second part may be a bit different in that regard, probably.

Also, this is an semi-sequel to my story "A Plush God's Playground", as this is supposed to take place two months after the events of that story.

So, without much more ado, here's the post!

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Avi fixed his collar and straightened his shirt, not minding the fact that the whole street was looking at him. It was tough to not be the center of attention as a God - not when your preferred form was an 8-foot tall spider-taur made of fabric and stuffing. And especially not when you had conquered the people looking at you just two months ago. Avi had lived long under the gaze of others because of his position, and had learned to subdue any stagefright that came from it long ago. In fact, the God of comfort has grown to enjoy catching people's eyes; it helps people get used to his presence.

But for now, Avi wasn't attempting to draw the gaze of everybody; in fact, he was trying to look relatable and normal to these people. Instead of wearing his long, regal capes and robes, he was wearing the modern fashion of this planet. Black pants over his eight legs - tailored so that his underbelly would be covered up - and a lavender button-up shirt under a leather jacket with a poofy fur collar. It wasn't discreet, but it wasn't overly strange for the people of this land. Now, why was he dressed up so, in the streets of a city, away from his palace?

Simple: He had signed up for a blind date.

You see, while Avi had conquered this planet thoroughly and completely, he didn't know as much about it as he'd like. Now, of course, his endless amounts of angels gave him plenty of reports about how things were going on this planet, but they didn't give him a true idea on how people lived here. And what more fun way to figure out how people lived than through romance?

So he signed up for a blind dating service, and told the lucky person to pick anywhere they wanted. Avi gave recommendations, but left it ultimately up to them. He knew generous amounts of the local restaurants - his second favorite way to get to know a place was through it’s food - but didn’t want to impose much on whoever he was going out with. It’d be a shock to date a God, so Avi wanted to make sure that whoever he dated was comfortable. He hated to make others uncomfortable; as a God of comfort, it was antithetical to his being.

Thankfully, the blind date chose one of his recommendations: a nice, flowery cafe that Avi had been frequenting quite a bit. He’d even gone there enough that they had reserved a table just for the God! Though, that was more to accommodate his eight-legged lower half than anything else. A drider couldn’t exactly sit in a normal cafe chair, after all.

Avi, running a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and ducked into the cafe in front of him. He practically filled the small entrance room, squeezing his head down to look at the diminutive server scribbling something down on a notebook. He gave a warm smile, waving one of four hands to catch her attention.

“Hello.” He said, his warm, posh voice as smooth as velvet. It was soft and disarming in the best way possible. “I’ve made a reservation here for table twelve?”

“Er, yes. Table twelve...” The waitress said, jotting something down. Avi squeezing himself into the cafe was a comforting, if comical sight for the woman. Seeing your ruler squish and struggle against their own size made him much easier to get used to. “You’re… er, friend, is waiting for you."

Avi said thanks, and squeezed through the doors to the cafè proper. He practically filled the space between tables, brushing past chairs and patrons alike. He thought that maybe he should take a humanoid form to fit better here, but dismissed it as quickly as it came up. If he was going to go on a date, he wanted the other person to see him in his preferred form. The God would make his way to the cafe patio, carefully getting his spider-half through the door, and look at his reserved table. There, he saw a fancy cafe table, the large cushion he used as a seat, and a very surprised sheep sitting opposite to it.

In all honesty, Avi found the sheep incredibly cute. His wool was a bright pink all over, and his yellow horns curled around his ears. His face was a fuzzy black, surrounding his now-wide emerald eyes. His hair was long and thick, spilling over the back of the chair and being tied up at the very bottom. The sheep wore streetwear; a dark-blue leather jacket over a loose yellow t-shirt, and presumably pants of some sort underneath the table. Avi gave him the warmest, gentlest smile he could muster, and walked over. He sat on the large pastel cushion opposite to the sheep’s chair - something he donated to the cafe when he got tired of sitting on the floor every time he came here - and offered a gentle hand over the table.

“Hello. I am Avi, God of Comfort. I’ll trust that you’re the date?”

“No.” The sheep said back, eyes still wide. After a moment, the sheep shook his head, and then looked back at the god with a bit more irritation. “No. No you’re fucking not.”

The God blinked, before retreating his hand back to himself. Oh dear, the initial shock was always hard to deal with. “Er… yes, I am. I signed up for the dating service, and they set me up with you. Did we not agree to go to this cafe, on this day, at twelve thirty?”

“No!” The sheep called out. He took a deep breath, then quieted himself. “Er, I guess we did. But… you’re a God! You can’t just date people like me! It’s creepy. Or, like, do you even know about what pressure you’ll put the other under, just by being here?”

Avi sighed, clasping his hands. My, this was a feisty one. Hopefully they’ll stay; he always loved the ones that could stand up to him. “I understand that my position makes it difficult to date someone of a mortal persuasion, but I think it is still possible to have a healthy, personal relationship with my subjects. If I even suspect that you’re only staying here because of fear or pressure, then I will end the date early. I do not wish to have a friendship with someone who doesn’t truly want to be with me.”

The sheep squinted at him. “And how can I trust that you’re saying the truth?”

The plushie gave a warm, wonderful smile. “You have my word, and nothing more. If you want to leave now, go ahead.”

The pink sheep looked at him for a good couple moments, eyes full of irritation. Eventually, he groaned, and crossed his arms. “I don’t want to find another spot for lunch. You’re paying.”

Avi let out a short chuckle. “Of course. I’d be a tyrant if I forced my subjects to pay for lunch.”

By then, a waiter had come up with a notepad, and was waiting patiently for a break in the conversation. “Now, what would you two want to drink, for now?”

“A caramel latte.” Avi said. It was his regular order. Well, it was his regular order when he wasn’t day-drinking a pitcher of sangria.

“Uh…” The sheep looked lost. Avi could tell he wasn’t used to being in super-fancy cafes. “...just a regular coffee. One milk, one sugar. And a glass of water.”

The waiter would nod, and walk off. Avi would turn his eyes to the sheep, keeping up his warm smile. “So, you never told me your name. I’m Avi, as you know, but who are you?”

“Impalo.” He said, looking over the menu. It was as if the sheep had completely forgotten that his planet’s new God was sitting right in front of him. Avi admired his ability to not care about him. “Impalo Shelby Sawyer. I’m the God of the opening shift at a shitty auto service garage.”

He looked up to the Godplush, giving Avi a look of genuine inquisitiveness. It was the first time Impalo wasn’t looking at him with either shock or anger. “You said you went here a lot, right? Is the tuna sandwich good here?”

"It's delightful. But you must try some of the pastries here. They're freshly made from a bakery down the street, and are some of the best I've had in years." Avi wanted to say that they were the best he had in centuries, but reminding people of his long lifespan always put down the mood. "But anyways, you said you were a mechanic, of some sort?"

"Yeah. I repair cars. You know what those are, right?"

"I know similar things to them on other planets, but not much in particular. Could you tell me about them? I'd love to know more." Avi's smile grew excited. "Ooo, could you tell me about the races and competitions you have with them? I saw footage of one the other day, and I truly want to know more about this whole 'motorsport' thing!"

"I…" Impalo grew more reserved, staring at Avi with a confused look. This wasn't how he expected this conversation to go, Avi was sure. It was always a delight to see people realize that he was genuinely- wait, the sheep was looking at him angrily again! Shit! "...no. We're not talking about that. You don't get to come from space, conquer my planet, grow giant, smush everything under your spider-butt, proclaim yourself the new God of this solar system, and then not explain a thing. Screw motorsports; I got questions!"

Avi's smile finally wavered. The sheep was right. He had intruded upon their lives, and not explained much about how or why he did it. He simply went in there, showed his power (bloodlessly and harmlessly, he would add), and proclaimed himself their new God. Of course, he’s been doing plenty of helping since then, but that still doesn’t erase his rather rude entrance.

Avi would open his mouth, but before he could speak, the waiter would return, putting down the latte and coffee for the both of them. Folding the tray under their arms, the staff would pull out a notebook, giving a polite smile as the two patrons stared at each other. “Are we ready to order?”

The sheep would speak faster than Avi thought he would. “No, give us-”

“You said you wanted the tuna sandwich, no?” Avi said, before he could stop himself.

Impalo would shoot him a look, grumbling. “Er- ugh, yeah. Get me the tuna sandwich.”

Avi, realizing he probably shouldn’t have cut the sheep off, sighed. “Er… simply get me the pastry platter.”

“Understood. Right away.” The waiter would say, more than happy to leave the situation. Even he could tell that those two weren’t getting along.

“So?” Impalo asked, crossing his arms. “Are you going to tell me anything about these past two months?”

Avi would take a long sip of the latte, practically drinking half of it up in one go due to his size. After putting the drink down, he’d sigh. "Your want for answers… is a fair want to have. I'll answer all the questions you ask. But then, I get to learn about your planet’s motorsports. Deal?”

“I don’t wanna make a deal with a God.” He grumbled. “But… I’ll tell you about motorsports after I’m done, I guess. Now, aren’t you supposed to be granting wishes at that palace you made, or something?”

Avi sipped the rest of his latte, really wishing he’d ordered two. “Well, a God can make avatars of themselves, no? I’m also at the palace right now, granting wishes and listening to reports from my angels. And, I’m doing the same in the palaces of other planets. Being a god gives me nigh-infinite energy, so I can do all this without breaking a sweat. Er… mostly. Excessive use of magic can tire out individual bodies.”

The sheep was already lost, which was expected by the God. In all honesty, he was amazed that the sheep’s eyes didn’t glaze over at the first mention of magic. “So… you can make body doubles of yourself?”

“Yes. It allows me to govern my kingdom properly.” Avi said, with a bit of pride.

“Is there a main body of yours? Where is it?”

He smiled. Okay, he couldn’t resist telling him how big he truly was. “Curled around the three universes I rule over. Technically, I’ve been snuggling your entire world ever since we met.”

Impalo sat there, mouth slightly open, not sure as to how to take it in. He was finding this ridiculous, but he firmly remembered the time Avi first came to his planet and snuggled everything into rubble. “Er… universes? Isn’t there only one?”

Avi kept his warm smile, trying to not condescend to the mortal in any way. “No, there are plenty. Your planet simply hasn't made the technology to see the barriers of your universe, nor beyond them. It’s alright not to know these things; as long as I’m protecting this place, you won’t have to worry about it.”

“Okay…” He muttered, before taking a sip of his coffee. Avi could see him wanting to change the topic. “...why are you here? You could’ve just left us alone. But instead, you conquered us. I don’t know about you, but in this world, ‘conquering’ isn’t usually a benevolent act.”

Avi kept his smile going strong. “I wanted to help. This place was without my presence and magic, and I saw all the terrible things that were happening here. Now, with me and my angels involved, we can bring peace and comfort towards your entire world. No more wars, no more famine. I’ll make sure everyone in my kingdom can live a happy and fulfilling life.”

“...really?”


Avi tilted his head. “Er, yes, really.”

“I don’t believe you.” The sheep said, crossing his arms. “I know how power works. I know how power affects people. Every person in power grows to abuse it, and you're a being of power. You came here because you wanted to. You'll do what you want, and you won't let anybody stop you. You're some tyrant, I'm sure of it. Nobody that powerful can be anything else."

The drider frowned, putting one hand over the other. "My, you really think that? You think all power is unjust?"

"On your scale? Yeah." Impalo said calmly. "Everybody with a fraction of control over this world has been awful. Either they are uncaring, want everybody to think like they do, or are out to kill the people they don't like. How should I expect you to be any different?"

"So you know the history of your planet?"

"More than you do."

"Fair. I am sorry that you have lived in a world where it seems reasonable to assume all power is corrupt. But I promise you that I am different from your average leader."

"I repeat: How should I expect you to be any different?"

"By looking at my actions?" Avi said, crossing his arms. The spider's voice was finally starting to betray some true irritation. While he wouldn't dare raise a hand against a mortal like this, this sheep was starting to get to him. He was rude, abrasive, ungrateful, and worst of all: Avi couldn't blame him. He knew how bad things were on this planet before. How bad the God had let things get before stepping in. He knew the trust of someone like Impalo had to be earned. "I've cured diseases, stopped wars, granted fantastical wishes, gave everyone their own guardian angel… surely you've seen the place improve in these two months?"

"And who's to say things won't get worse?" Impalo said, countering with an arm-cross of his own. "This could be a honeymoon period. You may stop caring about this place. Would it not be good to keep our guard up, in case you treat this planet like a passing fancy?"

Avi frowned. Words seem to be failing on this one. "I have the power and energy to keep an eye on every inch of my kingdom twice over. I won’t be abandoning this place anytime soon. As a God, it is my duty to lovingly serve every one of my subjects. I’ve done so for thousands of years. I won’t stop now.”

Impalo kept his arms crossed, his suspicious expression remaining still.

Avi huffed at his non-response, and took another sip of his drink. My, this one was difficult. “Fine. You want me to prove my good will? I’ll bring you to this planet’s palace.”

His expression finally shifted. This one was of surprise. “What? Your palace?”

Avi stared him down, a frustratingly smug smile on his face. Alright, actions seem to work on this idiot. “I’ll show you how I rule, and how I love each and every one of my subjects. I’ll show you the minutiae of each system of governance, what they do, and what they’re for. Do you have tomorrow off? I believe it will take a while. You can stay in my palace.”

“Err...” Avi could feel the sheep’s discomfort. But this time, he loved how its aura stung his fabric. He finally caught Impalo off guard! Of course, doing so required extending this date to a tour of his palace and a sleepover, but he hardly minded. The people who were hardest to turn to your side were often the most loyal afterwards, in his experience. “...that sounds incredibly boring, sorry.”

“So you don’t want to know how I govern?” Avi said, still a little smug. “I’m giving you a chance to make your mind up about me with proper information. Free food and bed included!”

He could see Impalo think it over for a couple moments. Eventually, the sheep would sigh. “Fine. We’ll go to your damn palace. But keep it quick, alright? I don’t wanna listen to hours of governmental bullshit. Besides, I have work tomorrow.”

“I can offer one of my angels to assist your repair shop tomorrow, so we can extend your stay at my palace.”

“You know, I don’t want to spend the night at some stranger’s house on a whim, especially when they’re so powerful.“ He thought for a moment, then pursed his lips. ”But I also don’t wanna do work tomorrow. I’ll spend the night there.”

“That’s a pretty petty reason to ignore your own safety.” Avi said, trying his best to restrain his smugness.

The sheep sighed. Avi thought he looked a bit defeated. “You give off good vibes, okay? Just… no mind-magic or whatever. I want you to convince me that you mean well.”

“Gladly.” He took a breath. “I have two conditions myself.”

“Spit it out.”

He steepled his fingers. “First: You will tell me about motorsports here.”

“Sure.”

“Two: You will let me snuggle you sometime.”

“Sur- wait, what the fuck?” Avi stifled a chuckle. Damn, it was worth a shot.

“I’m a comfort God. And a plushie. It’s my job to snuggle.”

“Job my ass - you get to snuggle me when I say so.”

“Understood. I’ll ignore that condition. So, are we in agreement? One night at my palace, where I convince you of my good will.”

“Ugh. Yeah. I’m expecting a good room, though.”

Avi smiled. “Only the best.”