The sun had set upon the city, leaving orange and pink lights along the horizon. Walking by was Pan who carried Krys and Stercus on his back, both asleep. He walked them over to his house, which was big but covered almost entirely with vandalized insults of the family. All over the house, he could see insults ranging from the simple "you stink" to the witty "if you were a monster you'd be a vampire because you suck!"

He ignored.

He went to open the door but notices a tiny one millimeter crack on the doorknob.

Let's just say, he took it personally.

He walks in to see what is essentially a mess of people, clothes, and whatever the sticky white stuff on the wall is.

"MAMA," he called. "THE DOORKNOB HAS BEEN FUCKING CRACKED AGAIN!"

An elderly woman walked up to Pan. Despite the obvious white hairs, there wasn't much about her that said she was elderly. In fact, one could mistake her for a twenty-year-old who died their hair white.

"Come on Pan," she said. "We can't go fixing the doorknob every single time there's a crack in them. Also, who are the visitors you brought home?"

"Visitors?" A tall, lanky man with a brown goatee walked over to Pan. "There's a girl that looks a bit bitchy and a quite attractive young man. I call dibs on the boy."

"No one is calling dibs on anything Homo," Pan said. "You should not fuck these two at all."

Homo walks away slowly. "Stupid Pan," he mumbles. "Bet he just wants to keep them all to himself."

"Also," Pan said. "That rule applies to the rest of you too."

The twenty or so people who went to check out the two walked away disappointed.

After making sure no one was still around Pan went upstairs to the guest room and put his two comrades there on the bed and tucked them in. Pan then walked out to see a startled Homo who was just attempting to tiptoe into the room.

"PAPA!" Pan yelled after chasing off Homo. "MAKE SURE TO PUT A LOCK SPELL ON THE GUEST ROOM!"

"OKAY!" was the reply that was heard.

After that Pan went to sleep. All of the beds were occupied so he brought out a sleeping bag and slept on the ground.

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Pan woke up and went downstairs. The house was quite noisy, which was to be expected with his family. After all, his mother and father were a bit addicted to 'having fun times' with each other, so they ended up spitting out a lot of babies. Condoms did exist in this world, but neither of the two have seen them and they believe condoms to be an urban legend. Even after passing the age of fertility, they were producing babies left and right due to being promoted to Gods of Childbirth and Fertility respectively. And while gods usually couldn't give birth their God Skills gave them an exception.

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God Skill

Childbirth Extension

Effect: Unlike the other gods, any occasion of sexual intercourse is capable of getting you pregnant. These children will be born at level 5 instead of level 1, with a 5% chance of one born at level 20

God Skill

Ultimate Fertility

Effect: Any woman that does sexual intercourse with you will have a 99% chance to become pregnant. These children will also receive 1.5x the experience when received until level 50

"KIDS!" the dad yelled. Similar to the mom he had a somewhat young person with white hair look. He did always wear a fedora on his head because he said it was cool. "COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST!"

People of various ages line up by the kitchen door to get served their eggs, bacon, and waffles. There were so many different people of so many different shapes, sizes, ages, and colors that it was hard to believe this was a family. There were also a few bastard children, a few that were the result of a bit of cheating the mom got away with, and a few picked up orphans.

Pan was one of the last few in the line. He carried a large tray with three plates, clearly intending to give some food to Stercus and Krys. Behind him was Homo, who was tapping his foot with loud and obvious boredom.

"I hope you still aren't planning to get on with my guests," Pan said to him.

"Of course not," Homo replied. "I'm planning to get on with your guest singular, not both guests."

"Don't even try it."

"Come on, please?"

"No."

"You can't have them all to yourself all the time."

"I don't keep them all to myself all the time. I like to only fuck a single person once and move on."

"Yeah yeah, but why can't we fuck them?"

"They're my friends. One of them has been through quite a bit recently and I want him to have time alone to cheer up. So, until that happens I won't permit it at all."

"What about the girl?"

"She's the worst fuck I've had in a while, I just want to keep the family away from that."

Krys stirred in her sleep at that moment.

"So do not go near them at all okay?"

"I guess."

The line continued for a long while. Pan reminded Homo and the others a few times that the guests were not to be touched. Well, if by a few you mean 568 separate warnings you would be a bit off. It was actually a bit less with 567 warnings. Anyway, he eventually got the food and walked into the guest room. He didn't realize until after that the room had been unlocked the whole time and opened the door to find himself too late.

Krys was tied up and getting licked by Pan's younger sister Serviann.

"Serviann," Pan said. "I told you that you couldn't touch the guests."

"I just couldn't resist, "Serviann said. "She looked like she'd be fun to tie up and play with."

"Well don't. This is for your own good."

"Then how come he gets to do it?" Serviann pointed to the other side of the bed.

Pan looked and saw a half-asleep Stercus take of his clothes next to a naked Homo who was licking his lips.

"HOMO!" Pan's voice wasn't just loud, it carried an aura of death around it.

"O-oh," Homo said, a bit worried. "I think I just forgot what you said earlier."

"Oh really," Pan said in a softer of colder voice. "I personally don't know how it is possible for a human being to completely forget something that was repeated to them 89 TIMES IN THE LAST HOUR but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and practically torture you anyway."

"O-okay," was all Homo managed to say before feeling Pan's wrath.