Blessed bitch of the light
Before there was, there was not. Before there was not, it was written there was. Thus smiled upon the Void the mother goddess, ye fabled triple bitch, Sourires-Soleil. The Void was infinite and the Void was her womb. For a time she dwelt as its maiden.
This time came to end. So Sourires-Soleil rose and wrote creation upon the void. Then she birthed the gods and stars to fill it, for she is Matron. She stretched the cosmos from time to end and bound both away in her raven braids. And thus creation ever multiplies, for Matron is eternally fertile.
She looked and it was adequate.
So the Mother Goddess cast from her cunt the First Gods: Dugnai, Kameneoh, Coleredieu, Liivate, Kengura, Hercegna, and Mapc. Together did they partake in divine communion. So they walked among the cosmos and each claimed their own domain and purpose. They erected thrones and from them did spawn a further legion of gods, but these were lesser and prone to inactivity. Still the gods sowed their seed throughout the universe and rose up lower life to worship them.
But after a time, Dugnai began to long for a worthy creation of his own. “It is not right I should be relegated to their level,” he said to himself. Dugnai, who was the eldest and brightest and saw no sibling or lesser god fit for him. So as they rejoiced in the anteroom of the Mother Goddess, he poisoned her wine and thus induced a millenia slumber. Dugnai brought her to his palace and upon his wretched bed he had his way with her and produced a horde of offspring.
Dugnai was proud of his horde and provided for them the best of all the planets the gods had made. However, in these days the gods were usually drunk and it was not much. So he placed them on their planet and watched with pleasure as his people squirmed through its soil and fled in terror from its hazards.
Satisfied, Dugnai then sat aside to determine a worthy name for them. And as he thought, none other than Coleredieu passed by. Coleredieu, the Supine Chatterer who rambled and vomited peculiar ideas, bane to all that was quality. Coleredieu who was eager to gain favor. And so Dugnai dictated his beautiful names for his people and their planet to Coleredieu so that he would declare it across the cosmos. But Coleredieu has small ears and a volatile mind to all that does not concern him. Haphazardly then Coleredieu went amiss and announced to the cosmos and gods of the Men who live on Eqesruta.
The other gods were displeased. That which Dugnai had desired to bestow so proud a title became the subject of mockery and scorn. And Dugnai grew enraged. “You shall deliver messages no more,” he spoke to Coleredieu and devoured his legs, then wept at his mother's feet. And when Sourires-Soleil awoke, she who held Time and End within her hair and now bore the seed of Dugnai, looked at Man and embraced Dugnai. Thus she declared he and his children the favored.
Of the displeased, none was more covetous than Liivate, Bearer of Scorn, who was incapable of creativity himself. From the rigid realms, among convoluted lifeforms and his own amiss attempts, Liivate glared at Men. He decided they should be his.
So he went unto the world as a false prophet. He walked upon their exertion and came upon Man, soiled their wells, so that he might deceive.
And Liivate said, “I am the god of that which you do not name. Worship me so that you may know my bed.”
Man replied, “Alas, I serve already two gods and and can serve no more. They have provided me all you see.”
Liivate scowled in divinity and declared, “No. This is not so good. Renounce your world and I will bestow upon you the untold.”
The man said, “I cannot imagine a joy greater than this. I do not wish to leave.”
“If this world is what you desire, then do not you desire more of it? Worship me and I will bring your kind to serve and indulge you as that you were a god yourself.”
But again the man dismissed, “I do not know what I would do with more. I have been given plenty already.”
He could not outwit Man. Thus Liivate shouted to shake the mountains with his blasphemy and pronounced Man a faggot. Liivate cursed Men to forget their history and become Ponies.
When Dugnai the Sire came upon Eqesruta he saw what had become of his work and cried out in anguish. By treachery and incompetence he had been doubly defeated. And so did he retire to his throne and exercise his divine right to stop giving a fuck. No more did Dugnai partake in the prospering of creation and he came to be The Jaded One.
However, Kengura overheard Liivate’s declaration and decided it was good. So he left his tabernacle of orgies and came unto Ponies, showing all manner of deviancies and weird pleasures. “I will satisfy your penises beyond all measure,” he spoke and with all his divine inspiration did Kengura invent vices for them. Unto them he taught love not between stallion and mare, but between stallion and stallion or mare and mare. He taught introduction of strange objects and bodily fluids and other insertions into their genitals. And yet more, fornication between pony and beast!
But it was not good. For Ponies were not as perverted as Kengura and could not dare rival his fetishes and lust for critters. So it did corrupt their hearts and bring anguish to their cities. Ponies gave away the sermons of their priests for the orifices of pigs, and sacred temples for hovels where they could copulate in secret. Holy monuments were torn down and replaced with foolish obscenities. Civilization deteriorated.
They forgot the love of Sourires-Soleil, and so she withdrew it.
