Coyote the Trickster

He opened his eyes, saw a rather nondescript bedroom, dresser in the corner, fan on the ceiling, small but not uncomfortably so. His eyes whipped around the room, taking it in, observing every little detail. It definitely looked like the room of a bachelor. The curtains were closed, but through their translucent material he saw sunlight filtering into the room.

Then he felt. He felt the motion of the air thanks to the fan overhead, he felt the light warmth of a blanket covering his torso, he felt his new body, his new limbs, his seven-inch dick, semi-erect under the blanket.

He got up, looked down at himself. He wasn't that shabby-looking, really. He was lean, toned, but not overly muscular. Exactly how Coyote wanted. His mind raced.

Why am I here?

His memories gradually came back to him, memories of being dispatched to find an anomaly and rectify it, memories of being completely unprepared for what awaited him, memories of falling into the wormhole with the five other gods, not his friends, more like rivals. But nothing after that. After that, he was here.

He got out of the bed, not bothering to straighten the sheets. He stood up straight, looked at himself in the mirror on the wall, looked at his reflection admiringly. He glanced down at his crotch briefly, then looked back up, pleased with what he saw.

It had been a while since Coyote had been on Earth, a while since his quick mind, quick fingers, and slightly cruel sense of humor had elevated him to godhood. Though there were perks of being a god, Coyote loved Earth, loved the feeling of being hated by some, loved by others, loved the feeling of raw power that comes with worship.

Of course, they're not like that anymore.

There were few left who knew of him, fewer who worshipped him, and none but a couple of crazies who would believe he had descended to Earth. That was both a curse and an opportunity. He thought of what he could do with his incredible mind. All the others, if they even survived, if they found good hosts, would be stripped of many of their powers, stripped of much of what made them gods. But he, Coyote, he had no powers. He just had his mind, and that was completely intact.

He smiled, thinking of all he could do with the world as his plaything. He glanced down at his dick, his thoughts slowly turning more and more vulgar.

Then he remembered that he actually had to take care of his body, human bodies being impermanent and needing very frequent care and all that bullshit.

Damn, I guess there were some perks to being a god.

There were two doors out of the bedroom. He opened the one on the right and saw a small sitting area and a kitchen. Then he opened the door on the left, saw the bathroom, and walked in.

Thirty minutes later

It was Coyote's first shower, and he stretched it out, spending fifteen minutes, eyes closed, with the hot water raining down on him, feeling like he was (figuratively) in heaven. Seeing as his dick still hadn't relaxed, he stroked it a bit, pumping up and down the thick shaft until he felt an orgasm approaching. Weirdly, they didn't have sex in heaven, and this was his first orgasm in a millennium. A few globs of semen flew out of the end of his dick, landing on the shower wall, then quickly sliding down into the puddle of water around his feet before falling into the drain. He groaned, his tension melting away, then reluctantly finished his shower quickly, wrapping a towel around his waist then clumsily brushing his teeth like he saw humans do. He noticed a pair of modified glasses that didn't seem to be for vision correction on the counter. They looked kind of similar to Google Glasses, but far sleeker. He slipped them on, and immediately his vision was blocked by a large pop-up.