Jacob fell asleep in the desert, curled up with a rock for a pillow.

Jacob fell asleep by the riverside, sprawled in the grass like a stunned ass.

Jacob dreamed.

Jacob dreamed.

There was an escalator of angels, going to heaven and back down to earth, over and over again. Every angel faced him as they passed, slowly turning around and around and around and around. Every one of their four bestial heads looked him in the eyes. Ox. Lion. Eagle. Man. Ox, lion, eagle, man. Oxlioneagleman. Oxlioneagleman.

The angels were also wheels covered in eyes, on fire and screaming as they spun. Jacob knew that they were trying to tell him something, some message for him alone. Angels are messengers. But it was a language Jacob did not speak.  

The angel woke him gently. It looked like his brother, but when Jacob asked, are you my brother, Esau? Are you here for revenge? The angel didn’t answer. It only grabbed him, lifted him up to throw him back down again. Now Jacob was naked, and angel-Esau wanted to wrestle, as the Esau he knew had so many times.

“I’m sorry!” Jacob cried, even as he grappled his brother. His body was slick with night sweats, the angel’s covered in hair. Its dick swung low, as Esau’s had, visible even soft as it hung from the forest. “Why won’t you speak to me?!”

The angel did not respond, only shoved. Its limbs turned to wheels and Jacob let go, screaming, afraid of being burned. But the fire let off no heat and so he steeled himself and gripped the rings again, feeling the eyeballs squish beneath his hands until they turned to hair again as angel-Esau growled.

The angel was divine, and infinitely strong. Jacob knew they were not evenly matched, but the struggle continued through the night even as his human body weakened. After hours that felt like days, he fell on his belly, relieved it was over even if he had lost. He always lost their games. The angel bent over him, on the desert floor. On the riverbank.

And Esau kissed him.

And Esau bit him.

The angel kissed Jacob on the nape of his neck.

The angel bit Jacob on the nape of his neck, and pierced the gland below.

Jacob wasn’t born a girl, like his second to last son. But the angel made a new hole in his body and thrust as it held him down. Angel-Esau took his twin, claimed him and bred him as an animal would. Its cock knotted the fresh cunt - hadn’t Jacob called him a dog, when they fought as kids? - and Jacob felt like he had the first time, when they were boys. It would never be this way

with Leah

with Zilpah

with Rachel

with Bilhah.

The angel spoke when it withdrew, jizz pouring out of a hole that was already closing.

“Now, Yaakov, you are Yisrael, for you wrestled the divine and prevailed.” The angel disappeared, and Yisrael wept at his loss.

He woke in the desert at dawn.

He woke on the riverbank at dawn.

He was a new man.

He was a new man.

MK Zvokel is a trans Jewish librarian living in Florida. They have long been a fan of the disgusting and profane. Their most recent work can be found in Best Served Cold Zine and body fluids.
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