FA: ~Dead_Monsoon
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Hypnovember 2023, Day 23: All for One(Adora’s Sun Temple recruitment)
Themes:  Adora femdom / overstimulation / soul vore / voyeurism
Word count: 2,261
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You shuffle nervously through the Sun Temple’s vast archway with your fellow tightly packed recruits, careful not to step on any tails. 

As new blood, you haven’t been much in the loop about how operations are going… all you do know is that the bloons have been ramping up their campaign lately, and the usual balanced tactics are failing to keep up.

So along came the mysterious sun temple, with their drastic proposal…

And here you are, with your entire wave of new monkeys, all drafted into this strange new program. It’s not at all what you had in mind… but you might as well do what you can.

The high priestess, as you’ve heard her addressed, stands tall on the slightly elevated back end of the vast room, her back to you. The group files in, fanning out in a wide berth around her… wanting to see, but afraid to step too close. 

Timid as you are, you somehow end up in the center of the front row.

“The glory of the sun has favored you all,” The priestess declares, back still turned. She has a pristine look to her, with white and yellow fur, flowing locks of hair, and a long cloak in matching colors.

“The enemy grows stronger. Our allies despair. And yet, no matter the storm, the sun will always shine through again!”  She turns dramatically to face the crowd, a slight scowl on her serious face. Her eyes seem to bore into you specifically. She has a stark, regal beauty to her…

“Now, at last, the light is revealed to all. I am Adora, your high priestess, and you will all pledge yourselves to the Temple of the Sun!!”  She spreads her arms out wide, and near-blinding light bursts forth from… around her? Behind her? Either way, it’s… instantly overwhelming.

You immediately fall to your knees, drawing in a ragged gasp. That blinding light… it shimmers dangerously. You dimly feel like your retinas may be burning right off.

And yet you can’t look away. Its glory is… palpable.

“Surrender yourselves. You will soon be one with the Sun. Embrace it.”  Your body almost seems to… drink in the strange energy. The light envelops you, brushing against your fur with its tendrils. You feel yourself… changing…

Something else stirs within you. Something you could never have expected. An overwhelming urge to… to…

Adora suddenly casts her cloak aside, revealing her perfectly nude form underneath. Her tits bobble out without a care. 

With that, you’re completely, helplessly locked on. She wears a wry smile.

“Submit, my new disciples. To a new life of purification!”

Light continues to radiate from Adora’s vicinity as she slowly steps closer. You stare wide-eyed, absorbing her form. Lust grows within you. 

But not direct lust for her. You instinctively understand… a body like that could never be yours. It is far, far too divine for your lowly station.

You, on the other hand, are hers. Her loyal acolyte. At least, that’s what you’re meant to be. Your lust, it seems, is for utter subservience.

And now, it’s all you want. All other desires actively purged from your mind by that cleansing light.

You throb underneath. Growing so hard… but surely, she wouldn’t let you…

Sure enough, you dully register a harsh smacking sound, followed by a strained yelp, from somewhere on your right.

“Restrain yourselves,” She chides. “You are children of the Sun now. You will be expected to conduct yourselves… accordingly. Exercise patience~”  You find yourself nodding. No matter how aroused you may feel… you can’t deviate from her will. No matter how badly your dick throbs, and your body trembles…

The light intensifies, and you groan softly. In the edge of your vision you can see your fur, once a regular brown, bleeding into a stark white, as if the light itself is becoming your pigment. A form far more befitting of a sun disciple…

All around you are frantic, excited breaths, as the other recruits surrender and prostrate themselves to the glorious light. This is right, this is…

You wanted to be a submarine operator. You don’t know why you’re remembering that fact just now, but…

For a brief moment, you feel that pang of disappointment once more, from when you were first told that the choice is out of your hands. The bitterness, the uncertainty, even resentment…

The light flares with renewed passion, and those disagreeable feelings disintegrate under its fury. 

Of course it’s not your choice. You could never deny a charge such as this.

This is your rightful place. This is where you belong. 

Under Adora’s complete control.

“Submit before me, one and all.”

Instinct guides you to prostrate your body, in a gesture you’ve seen from acolytes before. A gesture of worship. You’ve never done it before, but why does it feel so natural…?

You settle into an intermittent up and down, one moment nearly kissing the cold marble floor, the next gazing more and more upon Adora’s holy form.

Her boobs still hang there, a magnificent centerpiece. Her glorious mercy fully on display. She smiles down at you and yours.

“Rejoice, find peace in conformity. In belonging. Praise the sun!”

“PRAISE THE SUN!” A chorus resounds, your voice among them. You just seem to know exactly how to behave, as if guided by an unseen hand.

“Now… form a circle, if you please. On your knees, all of you.”  Everyone scrambles to obey. You settle into position, effortlessly coordinating with your peers to form a perfect circle around the high priestess. A circle of prone cocks points inward like a circle of spears, all pointed at Adora.

Now that you can see your fellow disciples in the making, you notice that every last one of you has been fully converted into a white-furred monkey, just like her. 

“For your earnest dedication, you shall be rewarded. Go forth, bask in the glory of your eternal discipleship~”  As one, you each begin to stroke yourselves. That knot of frustration is washed away by a surge of pleasure as you jerk it shamelessly, joining the chorus of soft whines and moans. Adora watches with a faint twinge of amusement.

“Now… you will all be oriented and assigned your duties immediately once we are finished here. Most of you will spend a long time as simple acolytes, learning to channel the great power of the sun. I will, however, need a new apprentice as well. One exceptionally attuned individual who can serve me personally.”  Every pair of eyes goes wide at the thought of being selected. Such an honor…!  She doesn’t speak further, but saunters toward a random acolyte, one nearly opposite you in the circle. She commands him to lie down, and as soon as he does, she moves to stand right above him… and with an uncharacteristically abrupt motion, sits right down on his dick.

Your heart flutters, watching her go. You can almost feel the ecstasy second-hand, the lucky monkey’s eyes rolling upward, as he’s plainly overwhelmed by the magnanimous honor of having his body used by the high priestess. 

She impales herself on his rod with several more brisk pounds…

And then stops.

Without so much of a hint that she’s through, she pries herself loose with a gentle pop, and rises back up, composure fully intact. The poor acolyte looks distraught, being so thoroughly cucked. But Adora’s stern gaze is all it takes to make him sit back up, and meekly return to stroking himself with the others.

Adora then turns to regard the monkey to his right, and tells HIM to lie down. He feverishly complies, desperate for his own taste of divinity.

So she’s testing each candidate… no doubt seeing how well they can please her. The thought that it seems an awfully irrelevant, not to mention hedonistic method to test for aptitude barely crosses your mind. All you can focus on is that maybe, just maybe… you may be able to…!

No, you dare not hope… surely you’re not worthy of her glory. Especially not you alone…

You watch her perform the act once again, her cheeks jiggling slightly with every pound. You never thought you’d be able to gaze upon perfection itself, but here you are, taking in this glorious shape.

Once again, after about a dozen thrusts she pulls out, and moves on. Not the slightest hint of exertion shows on the priestess’s face three rounds in, though so far every acolyte she touches with her light seems close to fainting.

She continues through the circle, seeming dissatisfied with each monkey’s performance. Your arousal mounts and mounts the deeper you go into the sun’s glory… but you could not fathom going beyond your station.

She seizes upon the monkey just to your left, and it takes everything in you to not reach out and feel her. True divinity, mere inches away. You can hear every wet impact, see the fluids dripping from her flawless hole. You can feel her excitement, sense the tension in every sultry breath. Her perfect golden hair so nearly brushes your face…

But all you can do is gaze upon her. It’s almost tortuous to have to hold back, especially after waiting so, so long…

But it’s time for your patience to be rewarded.

She pulls out of your neighbor, who seems on the verge of weeping, and turns her inscrutable gaze on you. Your heart just about leaps right out of your chest.

It’s finally happening. You still can’t believe she’d come down from high, to let a lowly thing like you get a taste…

“Down.”

The direct command hits you like a lightning bolt. You almost squeal as you let go of your throbbing shaft and settle down onto your back. You almost bang your head on the marble in your haste.

Time seems to slow to a crawl as she methodically positions herself above you. That image of her towering over you, seeing you for the lowly thing you are… her glorious breasts almost seeming to shine on their own, her dripping pussy hanging above like a predator ready to pounce from above… an image that’ll remain seared in your mind forever.

She drops down, and impales herself on you without so much as a grunt.

Your vision goes completely white. Not just plain white, but somehow a radiant, brilliant explosion of brilliance blanketing your vision!

You spasm furiously, your body struggling to even register the flood of passion and glory. Though you can’t see, you can still FEEL her clamping down on you. Delivering her divinity directly unto you.

In that moment, you truly feel as though the sun god himself is blessing you.

Every impact supercharges you still further. Every atom of you yearns to thrust into her, but… no. You have no authority. The priestess has deigned to offer you her glory, and no one should have a say in that but her. And so you remain still and let her have full control.

She keeps on thrusting. She…

She’s accelerating…

She didn’t do that with anyone else.

D-Does that mean…?

“You will be a fine fit.”  Her voice booms in your mind, plunging you into an even deeper layer of delirious rapture.

“But I demand sacrifice. Give yourself to me, and you may serve me personally.”

Give… yourself…

No price is too steep for your goddess.

You feel your very soul being torn away from your body and mind; your memory, identity, personality… consumed. 

You can see her before you once again, even through the blazing light, squatting atop you. Your surroundings remain shrouded though… completely unimportant.

She pounds you furiously, her stoic mask finally falling away to reveal how thoroughly she’s enjoying this. Clearly, she is deeply satisfied with your offering.

She grins down at you, admiring you like a perfectly bred race horse, eager to see how useful you can be.

To be admired in such a way, even a dehumanizing one, is to you an unfathomable blessing.

You weren’t worthy of such a boon. But in her grace, she gave it to you anyway.

That calls for nothing short of eternal, unconditional submission.

You pledge yourself to her once and for all, to serve beneath her for all eternity.

Your sense of self melts away, as the goddess claims your mind and body alike.

Your once taut face oddly relaxes, accepting Adora’s ultimate blessing.

And she delivers it through the most powerful orgasm of your feeble mortal life. 

Adora moans softly as the two of you unleash your loads together. She looks quite glutted on your willing sacrifice.

Even now, as your mind is restructured on a molecular level to be devoted to her in every way, your attention is completely on her. On her naked magnificence. 

You feverishly unload into her for several more seconds, feeling her glory infuse your body. Finally, you relax, and feel your new personality settle in.

Docile. Subservient. Deferent. Utterly self-sacrificing. And deeply, deeply loyal.

She rises back up, and beckons for you to stand. Somehow restraining your post-nut jitters, you rise, and bow to her with a meek smile.

“You will receive your acolyte robes momentarily,” She speaks loudly, looking at you but addressing the room at the same time.

In the eyes of the other acolytes you see what could’ve been envy; but, convicted as they are, such an emotion isn’t acceptable. Instead, there’s a simple longing, imaginings of what could’ve been, mostly smothered by their complete subservience.

“May the sun guide your paths. You are favored!”