Into the wyld new world

With his angelic guide to carry him down to earth Sly soon found in a forest glade. The air had never smelt so sweet, the boughs overhead forming a solid canopy. Fireflies danced in the dimness, soon followed by hundreds of tiny glowing pixie-like emanations as Sly fell into sync with his Domain. Finally free to stretch Sly gamboled about the area taking in all that the purity of nature around him. With shockingly little effort and a bit of life magic he had a throne and bed of living roots and moss. Emanations gathered sticks and stones and within a few minutes there was a rather comfortable camp. Once satisfied that he would have some comfort he turned to Ariel, who had stood by rather despondently as his new charge ran around like a madman.

"So... Ariel... About this Light vs. Dark thing. It's bullshit alright. I'm not gonna play by anybody else's rules and as long as you are my guide you aren't either." Sly moved closer to the angel. Reaching out he cupped Ariel's cheek gently in his had. "No rules. No heresy. Just be yourself."

Ariel stared up into the sharp emerald eyes of a very male Sly. Everything he knew about right and wrong was useless. "No heresy?" Ariel asked with loaded words.

"All you need to do is admit what you want, Ari. I can see it in you. You don't want a girl. You want to be treated like one. There is no shame here with me." Sly said as he leaned in placing a kiss on the feminine lips of his guide. Almost drunk with the heady musk Ariel's head swam and he melted into the kiss, his tiny prick stood out painfully by the time Sly pulled back. "I know Ari, it's ok." Sly said, cutting off he wave of shame Ariel felt leaving the queer little angel with nothing left but need.

Sly stepped back towards his new throne without needing to look. This is His Place, His Grove. It was as if he had been here for years he knew it so well. It empowered him. Here he felt invincible, unstoppable. It was time to break an angel...