Chapter 6 - Creamy Accident
The chaotic events of his first day in the Divine Realm had somehow faded into a soft slumber. For the first time in what felt like centuries, the constant aching pressure in Vincent’s chest subsided, giving way to a bizarre, hyper-vivid dreamscape.
He was standing on the peak of a colossal mountain. But the ground beneath his bare feet wasn’t made of rock or dirt – it was a towering mass of pure white marshmallow.
Here, the air smelled of toasted sugar and vanilla, and the sky above was a mellow, cartoonish pink.
"Wheee! Higher, Vinny! Higher!"
Vincent let out a carefree laugh as he slammed his feet into the springy terrain, launching himself thirty feet into the pink air. "Whoa! Look at me go!"
Landing with a bouncy boing, he rolled over onto his back right next to his companion. Sitting beside him was a human-sized, sentient marshmallow with thin stick arms, stubby legs, and a smiley face.
His name was Mr. Marshmallow.
"Ha ha ha! You’re getting the hang of it!" Mr. Marshmallow cheered, sounding like a certain comical mouse. "Ahhh... isn’t the view great from up here?"
Vincent leaned back and rested his hands behind his head as he watched the puffy clouds drift lazily across the pink sky. "Yeah. It’s so soft. I feel like I could just lay here forever."
For a few minutes, the two of them simply enjoyed the absolute tranquility of the sweet mountain.
But as the silence stretched, reality began to bleed into the edges of Vincent’s subconscious. The bright expression on his face slowly morphed into a sad, melancholic smile. He let out a quiet sigh.
"Hey, hey, Vinny! What’s with that frowny-wowny smile? What’s wrong?"
"I dunno. It’s just... I guess I’m happy and sad at the same time."
"Happy and sad? How can you be both? That makes no sensey-wensey!"
"Well," Vincent dropped his voice into a vulnerable register. "Yesterday... my childhood friend rejected my love confession. Turns out I was way too slow, totally neglected her feelings because I was obsessed with studying, and now she has a supercar-driving boyfriend. I lost her, Mr. Marshmallow... Not that I ever had her..."
"Aww, that’s a big bummer!"
"But on the other hand..." a genuinely bewildered smile touched Vincent’s lips.
"Yesterday was also the day I finally learned the truth about my mother. Turns out she isn’t dead or gone because she abandoned me. She’s some sort of breathtaking Goddess who’s been waiting in a lonely paradise for over half a million years just to hold me again. And to top it all off, I found out I’m technically a demi-god. My hair is blue now, and I have literal wings."
"Hold on a minute, Vinny! Don’t you mean ’Mama’ and not mother?"
Vincent bolted upright, staring at the cartoon character in pure disbelief. "What?! Seriously? Even in my own completely fabricated dream, I’m being forced to call her that?!"
"Ha ha ha! Rules are rules, Vinny!"
Mr. Marshmallow suddenly bounced back onto his feet, "Hey! I know exactly what will cheer you up! Follow me!"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Right in the center of the Marshmallow Mountain, there’s a giant plug!" Mr. Marshmallow explained excitedly, grabbing Vincent’s hands and pulling him up. "Once you pull it out, a massive surprise pops out! Come on!"
"Surprise– Whoa!" Mr. Marshmallow dragged him across the springy surface, letting out a series of joyful giggles as they sprinted toward the highest peak of the mountain.
When they reached the summit, sure enough, there was a big pink cork plug embedded deep within the soft white peak.
"There it is!" Mr. Marshmallow bounced up and down. "Go on, Vinny! Unplug it! Let’s see the surprise!"
Skeptical but swept up in the whimsical energy of the dream, Vincent stepped forward. He wrapped both hands around the pink handle of the plug, planted his feet into the marshmallow, and gave a powerful tug.
POP!
The moment the cork broke free, a geyser erupted from the opening. Unlike anything he expected, a thick, warm, sweet white creamy liquid sprayed high into the pink sky, raining down all over them.
"The hell?!"
"Hooray! You did it! That’s the surprise! Drink it, Vinny! Drink it!"
Vincent wiped a splash of the white liquid from his cheek and curiously licked his finger.
Instantly, his eyes went wide. The flavor was mind-blowing – richer than vanilla, sweeter than honey, and filling his whole body with a sensation of warmth and vitality.
"Whoa... This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life! What is this?!"
"It’s divine milk, only found at this exact spot!" Mr. Marshmallow squeaked proudly, shoving Vincent toward the geyser. "Go on! Chug it down! It’s all yours!"
"O-Okay! Hahaha!"
The dream dissolved into pure, chaotic fun as the two of them began playing, splashing, and laughing in the cascading white liquid.
Vincent felt an insatiable hunger growling in his stomach. The liquid was too good, too comforting, and erasing every piece of heartbreak he had carried from the real world.
"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!"
Driven by primal instinct, Vincent dove mouth-first onto the bubbling plug opening. He sealed his lips around it and began to drink, chugging the divine milk in greedy gulps.
"Yay! Go, Vinny, go go! Go, Vinny, go go!"
But as he continued to drink, completely drunk and euphoric on the sweet liquid, the mountain beneath him began to vibrate.
A low tremor rippled through the marshmallow, followed by a soft, breathy sound.
"...ahhh..."
Vincent, completely blissed out of his mind, didn’t hear it. He just kept swallowing as his hands gripped the soft mounds beside the plug.
The sound came again, but louder this time.
"...Mnnn... Vinny..."
The marshmallow mountain suddenly turned hot and pulsing beneath his fingers. The squeaky voice of Mr. Marshmallow began to distort, eventually fading away as an echoey female voice took over the entire world.
"Ah... Vinny... Baby~! Ah~! Haah~! AHHNN~!"
SHATTER!
The loud scream broke the dream.
Vincent jolted as his consciousness slammed back into his physical body.
Although the pink sky and Mr. Marshmallow vanished, the sensations didn’t.
The first thing Vincent registered was that his vision was obscured by a wall of skin, and his mouth was firmly locked around something soft, warm, and currently leaking a sweet, familiar white liquid right down his throat.
He slowly let his mouth go.
Mmch–pop~
"Ahn~"
Vincent’s brain short-circuited as he stared at what was directly in front of his face.
He wasn’t biting down on a marshmallow plug. He was staring at a pair of naked round breasts. The prominently swollen nipples were flushed a deep pink and were leaking drops of a thick white liquid that pooled on the silk sheets.
His heart hammered against his ribs as his gaze moved upward.
Looking down at him was his mother, Maribelle.
Her ethereal-blue hair was a mess around her head. Her face was flushed, drool trailed in a thin line at the corner of her parted lips, and her eyes were completely glazed over with an unstable look of heat.
"G-Good morning, baby..." Maribelle purred "Mama didn’t know that her little boy was such a naughty, aggressive sleeper... but don’t you worry. Mama can be just as naughty~"
"... WHAT THE—?!" Vincent scrambled backward like a cat being thrown into a bathtub.
He practically threw himself off the giant bed and lunged wildly for the bedroom door, desperate to escape the terrifyingly affectionate Goddess.
"Wait, Vinny! Hold on! I wanted to tell you that you’re still–"
SLAM!
"Alright, that’s enough!" Natasha’s furious voice boomed at the open door. The red-haired Goddess marched into the room, with her arms crossed and her eyes blazing with irritation.
"It is literally midday, Maribelle! How long do you expect Deina and me to wait down–"
Natasha froze mid-sentence.
Vincent, who had been running full-speed toward the exit in a state of blind panic, couldn’t stop his momentum. He collided directly into Natasha.
Because he had bolted out of bed after a long, vivid dream about drinking milk from a springy mountain, and because he was a healthy eighteen-year-old male, Vincent was currently sporting a rock-hard morning erection.
And because he hadn’t listened to his mother’s warning... he was completely naked too.
THUD!
As they collided, his pelvis smashed forward and Natasha was greeted by a stiff, throbbing male member smacking her in the center of her face.
"""..."""
The entire universe seemed to grind to a halt. Maribelle froze. Vincent froze. Natasha froze.
The red-haired Goddess stared dead-ahead with a level of horror that surpassed anything she’s ever seen. The tip of Vincent’s rigid goods was literally pressing against her cheek and nose.
A suffocating silence filled the room for one horrific second. Then, Natasha’s face exploded into an apocalyptic shade of embarrassment.
"KYAAAAAAAH!!!"
Driven by reflex, Natasha brought both of her hands forward and shoved Vincent away with full force.
"GET OFF ME, YOU PERVERT!"
"WHOAAAA!"
He was launched backward through the air, spinning uncontrollably across the bedroom. His newly sprouted, clumsy white wings flapped wildly but failed to catch the air which sent him spiraling out of control.
He sailed across the massive room until his backward trajectory came to an abrupt stop. He crashed back onto the giant bed – mouth-first.
By an impossible stroke of divine misfortune, Vincent’s open mouth landed with perfect, pinpoint precision right back onto Maribelle’s exposed, leaking left breast, his lips sealing tightly around her sensitive, swollen nipple.
*MMNCH*
"AHHNNNN~!"