Cupid/Eros Story

[only_more_so]

This morning I came up with an idea for a story, but I don't think I could write it properly, since I'm not that funn. Anyway, the story is about Cupid and Eros, miny gods of love and lust who accidently swap ammo. You see it's sweeps week up in the gods' home and they have to get some quality programming so they arranged for particularly potent arrows.

So Cupid picks up Eros'es lust arrow and ends up shooting two incredibly sweet naive people. They are both virgins and have never had the opposite sex show any signs of interest. The classic movie theme where the ugly duckling just needs to take off their glasses and change clothes and they would be very attractive. Anyway, the two fall deeply in lust and do their damnedess to have incredibly raunchy sex, but have no idea what they are doing.

Meanwhile, Eros has picked up the arrow of love and heads to a notorious nightclub. He sees an incredibly hot bimbo dressed in micro-clothes and an incredibly dashing himbo, both ready for some action. Eros thinks they would really be able to steam up the god's pay-per-view and shoots them. Instead they fall madly in love, with all thoughts of lust set aside. They sit in the crowded club holding hands and trying to talk love, but it comes out like, "My love for you is like a flower. It is white, no, more of a pinkish red. With petals, like on a bike, only the bike is in my heart for you."

Anyway, that's the idea.

 

[BedtimeStories77]

Eros and Cupid are the same God, just different Mythology.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Dont' nitpick. I don't think the idea is all that great but the chars are well enough tdefined that for story purposes I'm willing to over look them being one and the same. Sides the idea of two virgins having wild and raunchy sex sounds pretty damn cool. Just the second part loses me.

 

[BedtimeStories77]

Well, almost anything in this world is doable.

 

[Selena_Kitt]

steam up the god's pay-per-view

ok love this phrase...

if you could write this story, with the same kind of narration that you've got going here... perhaps Hermes (winged messenger of the God's) is telling the tale to someone with this kind of voice... it would be totally fun... you could even have him say something about everyone always getting Cupid and Eros mixed up, thinking they're one god, not two... (even though according to mythology they really *are* one in the same...)

 

[only_more_so]

ok love this phrase...

if you could write this story, with the same kind of narration that you've got going here... perhaps Hermes (winged messenger of the God's) is telling the tale to someone with this kind of voice... it would be totally fun... you could even have him say something about everyone always getting Cupid and Eros mixed up, thinking they're one god, not two... (even though according to mythology they really *are* one in the same...)

That was one reason I am afraid to try to write it, I don't know if I can be funny enough throughout the piece.

As for Cupid and Eros being the same... Yeah, I guess they are. So maybe cupid just screws up his own arrows, or he was delegating to his henchpeople and they screwed it up.

 

[only_more_so]

beginning of the story

Cupid sat in front of his computer trying to splice together scenes for his latest program. Creating pay-per-view shows for Mercury's television station was a little side business he started to pay the bills. The other gods had accumulated so much loot during the Roman heyday that they would be set for millenia, even if they hadn't invested, like Mercury did in television. But Cupid was a minor diety back in those days, so he tended to get shafted on the loot. Plus he tended to blow his dough on call girls.

You'd think the god of love would score with all the chicks. Sure maybe back in the day when that meant something. Nowadays women thought he was "so adorable" before they pinched his cheek or patted his head. Looking like a four foot baby with a weight problem and wings didn't exactly make the ladies wet their panties. Cupid wasn't above using one of his magic arrows on some broad to make her gooey for him, but Vulcan was a pain in the ass. Vulcan would only make arrows that would make mortals fall for other mortals. Cupid knew it was because his mom, Venus, couldn't keep her legs closed which made Vulcan jealous. So Vulcan wasn't about to help out Venus'es kid, especially since Cupid had pried apart those supple legs a time or two himself.

Cupid's latest effort was called, "Holiday Hijinx" and dealt with young urbanites who travelled to exotic locations and mingled with and fucked the local population. All with a little help from Cupid, of course. The latest episode had a man from Oklahoma banging two thai women when he gets a phone call from his fiance. Cupid was trying to capture the comedy of the moment as accurately as possible, while keeping the sexual tension high.

The problem was Cupid was losing his edge. He had topped the ratings for two years, but the gods always wanted more. For sweeps week he had to arrange for a midget circus freak to have tantric anal sex with a hindi woman only to be busted by the bearded lady. And he still barely beat out Minerva's new game show, "Win Minerva's Money". Then there was talk that Mars was going to have a "reality" show called "Survival of the Fittest" that promised plenty of gore and death, and maybe even cannibalism. And Apollo was always a threat with his star search type programs. He was even trying to hedge on Cupid's territory with "The Next Porn Star" complete with casting couch out-takes.

Cupid had just about gotten the slurping to the right audio level when there was a sudden swirl of papers and Mercury was standing before him. "Say Cupid, glad I caught you in. Do you have a second? Good. So I have decided to move you to the seven o'clock slot on Wednesday rather than your usual Thursday slot. Ceres and Diana are teaming up for a cook and shoot kind of show, you know how big cooking shows are these days. Anyway, they are taking your slot for a couple of weeks, kind of get people hooked. Get me? So I am going to need your new episode a day early. Also I want a second episode to play before their show, so that's two episodes. One a day early the other on time. Got it? Good. Great. Keep up the good work." And just as suddenly he was gone. The whole experience had taken about ten seconds but had left cupid exhausted.

"Oh, and another thing, try to get something really saucy for the lead in show. You know something where people are experimenting with food ingrediants. Or maybe doing it on horseback, or a llama. Yeah, everyone likes a llama. Food and llamas, got it?" Mercury disappeared again before Cupid could say anything, or even nod his head. Cupid really needed to get better locks on his office door.

Cupid leaned back in his chair and sighed. He started to wonder if the stress was really worth maintaining his twelve hooker a day habit. The thought of going two hours without sex was too depressing for Cupid to contemplate, so he quickly got back to work.

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Ahhhh... Cupid was leaning back in his chair relaxing after having finished the latest episode. It turned out steamier than he had hoped. As he contemplated the result of his work, he idly stroked the hair of the young brunette who was polishing his sceptre. There really was no better way of relieving stress. As she swirled her tongue on his hairless equipment Cupid thought for a moment that perhaps he should put the girl on retainer. She really was doing a marvelous job.

Cupid leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the warm wet tongue caressing his love lance. She was slurping, and he so loved to hear the slurping since it is a sign of enthusiasm. What's that, he thought, as she worked a finger between his legs probing his ass. "If you keep that up girly, I'm likely to blow the top of your head off when I come," Cupid said as the slim finger worked it's way inside of him. The slurping increased in volume and Cupid started tensing up getting ready to reward her for her hard work.

Just as he was getting ready to blow, there was a polite knock on his office door. He barely had time to roll his chair forward and hide the girl under the desk before the door opened. Vesta walked in looking as virginal and domestic as she always did. The thought of bending that goddess next door over his desk made his cock extend two inches further into the girls mouth. She really was a pro as she kept working his rod and probing his ass, even under the changing circumstances.

"Cupid, I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you. I know that you produce programs, and they are all very... well produced. I would like to contract with you to do a show for the new network that I am founding, HGN, Hearth and Garden Network." Vesta paused politely, waiting for Cupid to ask the obvious question.

Cupid for his part was trying his best not to shout for joy and dump his seed into the girl hidden below his desk. So he did his best to smile and nod.

"Oh, well, the show I was envisioning was a kind of true love show. While many of the gods and goddesses enjoy the raunch and innane antics that Mercury's Network provides, I feel that there are those who enjoy more wholesome entertainment. Remember when you used to forge bonds of love between wholesome and beautiful people? I realize that you do what you currently do to pay the bills. But surely you would like to go back to a purer form of love?" As Vesta spoke and pleaded with Cupid, she was waving her arms causing her lush full breasts to strain against the material of her dress. Every shift of her weight brought cupid's eyes to her bountiful hips that made Cupid's hands itch. Oh how he wanted to grab her from behind and pump his rod into her. Vesta was still speaking but Cupid was too far gone to hear what she was saying. While her body didn't have the blatant sexuality of Venus, it held boundless promise. The sweetest fruit is the unattainable fruit.

The hooker was still working her magic on Cupid as Vesta finished her pitch. She places her hands on the desk and leaned toward Cupid and said, "So will you please do it for me?" Her bosom strained forward and Cupid could see her firm nipples against the cloth.

At that moment the hooker sent a second finger deep into Cupid's ass and let a slight slurp escape. That was enough to make Cupid pop his load into the girls throat. "Yes!" he exclaimed as his seed continued to pump into the poor girl's mouth. The girl continued to swallow and suck on his cock, using her fingers inside of him to milk him dry. "Oh yes," Cupid sighed.

Suddenly he realized the situation and said to Vesta, "Yes, it is a... great idea. I'll do it. Could you send me something written up. Just to keep in mind the salient points?" Cupid was trying to remember what he had just agreed to.

"Oh, thank you Cupid. I will send over one of my girls with the details later today." At Cupid's agreement Vesta smiled. A smile that promised apple pie and a warm place by the fire. As she walked out Cupid watched her incredibly rounded bottom sway lusciously. No, not apple pie, cherry pie. Before the door was even closed Cupid pulled the girl from under his desk and started sinking his god meat into the girl. He closed his eyes and grabbed her hips imagining that she was Vesta. This slut is definately going on retainer, Cupid thought as he slammed into her.
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So that is kind of the introduction, which is as far as I got in one burst of writing. Is it any good so far? Would you be interested in a full story along those lines?