Innocence Lost
By JJN

	The city streets were busteling with life. Many times the otter found himself getting shoved about by the busy towns folk. This otter was trying to get to the cathidrel in the middle of the city. He was a priest aprentise and was running late to his training. A cloaked feline ranger pushed into the otter, knocking him into a black robed and hooded figure. The hooded figure growned as he dropped his book and glared at the otter.
"I'm very sorry sir, let me get that for you."
The priest bent down and picked up the book, a strange purple aura licked up his paw and the otter dropped the book into the dirt. He grabbed his paw and held it until the purple disapated. The otter looked at the hooded figure and saw an outline of a newt's face, his eyes glaring deeply at the otter.
"I...I...uh.."
The otter ran off, leaving the newt to pick up the book himself.

	The doors to the cathidrel burst open and there stood the aprentise otter priest. The brown furred otter was panting, hunched over. An owl in high priest robes walked over to the otter,
"Rope? What is the matter my child?"
Rope caught his breath and stood up,
"I had the strangest encounter in the street today."
The owl motioned for the otter to come into the cathidrel, the otter closed the doors and followed as the owl walked down the huge emtpy church. Pillars, eight on each side holding up the vaulted ceiling. They walked by the stainglass window that had a cross and a dove on it. The high priest opened a door to his quarters and walked in with Rope following him. The owl sat down behind a desk while the otter sat in an old wooden chair.
"OK Rope, tell me what happened."
The otter looked down at his paw, the paw that had touched the book. He looked up at the owl,
"Well father, I was pushed into a strange hooded newt. He had dropped this book."
The owl nodded, looking at Rope. The otter paused, he was afraid of what the high priest would do if he told him that when he touched the book it was as if a dark force had entered him. Would the high priest cut off his paw? Or even worse, would he be disbaned from the Order of the Light? The owl looked at Rope waiting for him to finish. The otter sighed,
"I wanted to pick up the book but something felt wrong about it so I ran off here."
The high priest nodded,
"Ok Rope."
The otter got up from the chair. The owl waved for him to leave, so he did. Heading off to his training.

	His training went by with some hicups but nothing too big. The otter's mind would turn to the hooded figure and what had happened. It was minor but it felt like it was consuming the little otter. Rope was laying in his bed, looking up at the stone ceiling. The training to become a priest was hard work, very intence. Yet, while he was purging his body something felt like it was blocking what had happened to him. What was that purple aura that was on his paw? Rope began to think about it, questions began to form in his mind. He felt sleep slowly taking him over and suddenly he was out.
	The brown furred otter was tied up, he began to struggle. The room was dark.
"Hello? Someone?"
His paws were tied up behind his back and he was kneeling on the ground.
What an innocent little otter.
A voice whispered in Rope's head.
"Hello? Who is there?"
Shh, child be still.
Rope stuggled a little then felt a hand against his chin and it jerked his head upward. Something slimy smugged against his cheek then pressed against his lips.
Open.
The otter looked around, he couldn't see anything at all, just darkness.
"Wha-"
As Rope opened his mouth something plundged into his muzzle then slid halfway down his throat. The otter gagged slightly, in the back of his mind he knew what it was. A penis was down his throat. A hand gripped the otters light brown hair, pulling it. Then the cock began to pull out and thrust back in. Someone was forcing him to suck cock. Rope tried his hardest to fight it but the slimy was numbing his body, making his submit.
"Your body has given into me, but I also need your will."
The voice was deep and grainy, it sent shivers down the otter's spine. Precum began to coat the inside of the otter's throat. It began to seep into Rope making him struggle as whatever the darkness was doing to him was slowly eating away at him. The darkness gripped Rope's hair tightly as he began to hump away at his face, faster and faster.
Mmm. Drink it all up little otter.
Thick goo began to pump down into the otter's gullet. The sudden burst of whatever it was made Rope gag and cough but the cock was still shoved down his throat. Rope felt the cock slip out of his mouth then a splash of goo spattered on his face.
Good little slut.
The darkness faded.
	Rope sat up in his bed, sweating and panting. He groaned and lent to the side and began to throw up. What came out shocked the otter. Black goo began to pool by his bed as it came out of his mouth. He fell out of the bed and scrambled to clean up the mess.

	The next couple of days Rope spent trying his hardest to purge his body of what had happened to him. He kept everything quiet, never telling any of the other aprentises or even the high priest. If anyone knew what had happened he would be thrown out and branded a heritic. Occationaly he would have dreams about the darkness. The darkness kept slowly poisioning him, yet the otter kept his mouth shut about anything.
	One day Rope locked himself in his room and began to meditate. He was trying his hardest to purge the darkness from his body. Suddenly he heard it, the voice from his dream.
"Open your eyes."
This made the otter screw them shut, his body began to quiver. He felt soft paws grab his shoulders and pick him up. This made him open his eyes to see a dark purple furred feline looking down at him and to the feline's right was a hooded figure.
"What do you want with me?"
The hooded figure pulled his hood down to reveal he was a newt and his voice echoed in Rope's head,
You.
"Wait, you are that figure I was pushed into."
The feline purred as he watched the otter squirm. The newt lent down to the otter,
"I'm your new master."
He chuckled into Rope's ear making the otter shiver. The newt nodded to the feline and the cat began to undo the otter's robes.
"What are you doing? Stop."
"Scream and yell all you want little one, my master has put up a spell to nulify your cries to the outside world."
The cat tossed the robes to the side, leaving the otter standing there naked. Behind Rope was the newt, robe open and his purple prick hard and leaking precum. He sat back into a strange stone chair, spreading his legs. The newt nodded to the feline and the cat pushed the otter back.
	Rope fell into the newt's lap, his rear getting impaled on the amphibions prick. The otter let out a cry as the newt was fully in him. The feline grinned as he began to pull his barbed cock from his pants and began to jerk off. Rope looked over to him with tears in his eyes from the forceful entry then looked down. He watched as his own body began to give into the pleasure, seeing his cock slowly harden. The newt began to move his hips making his slimey cock slide in and out. The feline stepped closer, pressing the tip of his cock against the otter's lips until it went in. Precum dribbled out of the otter's mouth as the cat put his paws on the back of Rope's head and began to move the otter's head.
Good little priest bitch.
Rope swallowed down the precum from the cat as the newt began to hump harder against his rear, bouncing the otter up and down. His a hand reached around to the otter's gleeming prick and began to jerk it. The newt gripped his hand tightly around the pink humanoid cock, stroking it faster. Tears streaming down the otter's face, Rope opened his light purple eyes to see the dark purple furred cat smiling down at him then a gush of cum flood his maw.
Swallow it!
A voice in the otter's mind commanded and Rope swallowed. The cat gently ran his paws through the otter's hair then stepped back, letting a gob of cum spatter on Rope's face. Rope coughed as he felt something deep inside him slipping out. What was going on? He looked down and saw the newt's hand glowing purple as his cock turned from pink to dark purple. Rope groaned as his essence began to flow up. His mouth opened and he watched as his soul began to float up into the air. The feline held up something that Rope couldn't see too well and say the soul slip into the object. 
"Don't worry, there is enough of you left in there. This is just for collateral."
The feline purred watching the otter.
Rope hung his head down, letting a strain of black goo dribble out of his mouth. Everything he had trained for was slowly slipping away. His faith couldn't help him now.
Where is your god?
Rope weakly lifted his head, he turned and looked at the newt staring deeply into his jet black eyes. The otter rested his hand on the newt's head to get better leverage as his new master's cock slipped in and out of his hole. The otter's body spasmed as the newt drew closer to his orgasm. Rope let out a groan as he began to cum, his seed shot out of the tip of his cock and splashed back down on him. The newt stroked out a couple more ropes of cum then pushed the otter down on his prick, making it go deep into the boy. Rope let out a pleasured cry that echoed in his little room. The newt's seed filled him up fast. Unlike the feline, the otter's fur didnt change color. His fur remained light brown. The newt finished pumping his goo into the otter and tossed his new toy onto the bed.
	The newt got up and tied up his pants and robe, pulling up his hood. He nodded to the feline, who was tugging his cock back into his pants. The otter had passed out on the bed, black cum dribbling from his loose tailhole. His tail slowly falling over the mess.
"Why didn't his fur change?"
"Because I didn't want it to."
The newt and cat looked at the sleeping otter. The newt lent over and touched the otter's head.
Spread my seed, corrupt your Order. You have a new god and it is Erebus.
"Ere...bus."
Mumbled the sleeping otter. The newt turned so did the feline. They opened the door and walked out of the cathidrel, leaving their new member to his job.

	In the days that followed, Rope had managed to convert the cathidrel. Everyone even the high priest worshiped Erebus. But soon templar knights began of the Order of Light heard about the heresy and were sent out to burn the cathidrel down. They killed everyone in the church, all but the otter who was warned ahead of time and left the night before. 

The End....for now.