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Edo Japan of 1636 was a nation of isolationism. Chinese and Dutch traders were limited to just Nagasaki. Christianity was suppressed. Society was made rigid with a social hierarchy, Samurai being the highest, then farmers, artisans, and merchants.
However, Marshall was welcomed with open arms. For good reasons, as he wasn't seen as a religion, but rather as a god. That meant he was turned into just another deity in Shintoism. Only, he was living and walking amongst them. Heck, the largest shrine in Japan was in First Man's honor, and it was built five hundred years ago in Kyoto, massive, almost as large as the Imperial Palace. There were countless others as well.
Well, it was understandable. Marshall almost flattened the Emperor's castle to the ground when the guy claimed he was a god and demanded Marshall surrender and bow. In the end, the fool ended up sliding like a worm in front of Marshall instead.
Now, it was all good. The Emperor and Shogun both prayed to Marshall, the First Man, the deity god of strength. Heck, there were shrines for Marty, the deity for good health and a plentiful harvest.
And in fact, Marty was loved by the folks of Edo.
That day too, Marty was outside, walking through the widest street in Edo. Sure, he looked out of place, a massive T-Rex roaming the streets. But nobody tried to run away from him. Heck, the big boy was even given a deep blue haori, a Japanese jacket, large enough for his size, complete with sleeves for his little arms.
With a large jute bag hanging in one claw-hand, he gathered random things from the market while the passersby bowed to him and said their prayers.
For him, everything was free in Edo.
"Ah! Gojira-sama!"
"..."
Marty was confused. He didn't know why they called him Gojira. But ever since Marshall shouted 'Gojira' while pointing at him, the people just accepted that as his name.
He sort of liked living there since the people weren't scared of him.
Woosh!
Just then, he felt something land on his forehead. From the weight, he knew it was Marshall.
"Grrrawl~"
"Hah, they think you're cute, Marty. Not scary at all." Marshall patted his head. "Let's go now. They're pretty chill people, minus the beheading and sudoku, and the possibility of them turning into Asian Nazis and invading neighbors and… damn, where did that come from? I still remember all that? Anyway, let's go to the Shogun, Marty. We're out of wine, and he's got the best stuff."
"Grufff~"
Marty changed direction right away and started walking. As they moved, the street became empty, and all the people just dropped to their knees since the First Man was out.
Such was his life in Japan. And he sure did enjoy the fuck out of it for the next hundred or so years. Shrines, temples, and mountains were named after him.
After them, Marshall also spent a few decades in China, bossing the Qing dynasty around. Since his name was written in the records of pretty much every Emperor since the days of Pre-imperial China, he wasn't a stranger.
He did annoy the Emperors a lot, most of whom were annoying, spoiled brats. But none of them ever lived to get some spanking as they'd just drop dead sick or get assassinated. Funny enough, he did bang a lot of the Emperor's concubines, the hottest ones only, and even the Empress Dowagers at times.
It was great that he didn't have to worry about fathering kids. Infinite creampies was a reality to him.
Just like that, decades passed, and then he found himself traveling through the Middle East and Europe. Banging Queens, Queen Consorts of Sultans, Shahs, and Emirs, Princesses like Anne of Austria. He left a trail of crampies in every kingdom, in every corner of the Holy Roman Empire. The region was so divided that every few miles, he'd end up in a new kingdom or duchy. Princesses, Duchesses, Countesses, Queens, there were so many to choose from, and he did choose plenty.
One more thing that Marshall did was grab any notable intelligent men and women he found and send them to Dinosia to do their inventions there, and also breed.
Though there was one faction that tried to fuck with him.
When he was passing Rome on his Trail of Creampies as he'd dubbed it, he was accused of being a demon by the Church. So, Marshall and Marty went straight to the Pope in the Vatican to clarify that he was the First Man, as written in the books. He felt he didn't deserve to be called a demon for helping Mary and Joseph back then.
Turns out, the Pope was just a part of the faction. Another, larger faction called him an angel. So Marshall did what he knew best. Splattered the Pope, who called him a demon, on the floor, and left, letting them pick a new Pope.
The event was dubbed Divine Wrath by the people.
Then Marshall arrived in Spain, and firsthand saw the purely, vehemently, obsessively inbred Emperor Charles II of the Habsburg monarchy. Man had a chin so big he could fuck a woman with it. Not that he could, as the man was on his deathbed.
However, Marshall did bang his successor to the Habsburg Monarchy later, the twenty-three-year-old Maria Theresa. She was pretty when she was young. But then she became Holy Roman Empress, and he lost all interest after she gained weight.
So, he moved on and explored the cold Scandinavia. He looked out of place there, but they loved him as he did have the typical Viking looks, and he was even dressed like that. Though he'd been dressed like that for a hundred million years.
He didn't complain. Almost every woman there was ready to plop down on his lap, noble or not. Once done there, he crossed the English Channel and arrived at the Land where the sun never sets.
There, a king named George III was busy pumping kids into his new wife, Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz. Marshall just stormed through the royal palace and lived there like he owned the place.
Plenty of previous monarchs had left behind words on how to deal with the First Man. And every single note ended with 'Let him do whatever the fuck he wants. Do not antagonize him at any cost.'
From the days of the Viking invasion to now, every single King and Queen has left behind a warning and advice along the same lines. It was frustrating for George III, especially when his wife became infatuated, and then he caught her riding the First Man with her cunt leaking the godly seeds.
At first, he was enraged. Then, he was excited. He could just claim the child as his and have a demigod child of his own. Heck, he encouraged Charlotte to entertain the guest as much as she could and get creamed.
Sadly, a year later, the First Man left, leaving behind a Queen completely run through. Till that day, the Queen never bore anything.
From then on, George III started showing signs of madness. And that reflected on his policies towards the Thirteen Colonies, which increasingly grew defiant.
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1775, July, somewhere between Lake Ontario and Lake Erie in the United States that wasn't yet the United States.
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex…
"FUCKING STOP IT! I know it's you, Mephisto! You red assfaced motherfucker! Hela told me about your bitch ass! Stop that fucking chant! I get enough sex already."
Not a succubus, not a succubus, not a succubus, not a succubus…
"You think I give a shit? Ajak is my succubus! Selene is my succubus! Go away or I'll whoop your ass!" Marshall furiously roared while living inside one of his millions of caves spread across the world. "Chant that shit again, I dare you! I was dreaming of… of fucking goddesses in Asgard… God damn, one of them looked like a green alien. Fuck, she was tight… YOU RUINED IT!"
Green alien sex, green alien sex, green alien sex, green alien sex…
"..."
"Jesus! You fucking lunatic!" Marshall sneered at that chant. "Show me what she looks like first."
"..."
It was Marty who was speechless now, sitting beside his human, drawing him like one of those French girls, sadly still a stick figure. Marty was shocked at how easily Marshall was to sway with the promise of a human pussy.
So, Marty decided to draw Marshall like a man drowning in a pussy. Lots of pink lines, with one single stick figure man in between.
Meanwhile, Marshall was busy negotiating with the demon. The specific breast size of the green alien chick.
Trrrrr-ta-ta-ta-ta~
"Ha?"
Drums echoed. Marshall stopped everything and looked towards the opening of his beautiful cave, decorated with a lot of colorful paintings, and the interior adorned with wooden furniture. Hela and Selene were seated further in the back, playing cards with Ajak and Thena. No, he still couldn't get Ajak and Thena for a threesom… sadly.
"Attention!"
"Make Ready!"
"Take Aim!"
Marshall got annoyed by that military-sounding voice and walked out of the cave, dressed like the barbarian he was. Marty followed right behind him, a straw hat and a paintbrush still on him.
"Woh, we've got the entire circus here!" Marshall grunted and took a look at last. At least a hundred men stood there, looking like an army of sorts. Blue wool coat with buff facings, white breeches, tricorn hat, leather cross-belts, black boots, and brass buttons.
BANG!
But just when Marty appeared, all the muskets fired at the same time towards Marty.
Woosh!
Marshall raised his right hand and froze all those bullets in the air. He glared at them in response, all the buffoonery gone.
"Last time someone tried to hurt Marty, I turned their head into bloody paste. Last time an army tried to fuck with me, I destroyed their precious city." Marshall pointed his finger towards the men and flicked it once.
Bam!
"Aaaargh!"
All the men holding muskets fell on their asses, and their muskets splintered in half.
"Now, which one will you be?" Marshall stepped forward.
"Stand back, boys!" A man roared right then, dressed in a blue wool coat with buff facings, gold insignias, white breeches, black boots, tricorn hat, ceremonial sword belt, and silver-buttoned waistcoat. A man of higher rank than the rest. "We didn't mean to shoot. They became spooked by… by him. We… No, I came looking for you, Lord? Sir First Man."
Marshall awkwardly scratched his chin and nodded. That was pretty reasonable. "And who are you?"
"I am George Washington, Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army."
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