The Cult of Harmony.

An organization founded on worship of a deity who supposedly holds sovereignty over the desires of all creatures. A goddess of lust. A being so powerful that anyone blessed enough to be in its presence would be treated to their own personal heaven, an endless abyss of orgasms and pleasure until one's body gave out, and then for eternity thereafter.

Nearly an hour to midnight, in Aurora City, named so for the mystifying colorful lights that can occasionally appear over the skyline. Cultist activity is extremely high here, as it's believed the crystalline lights are a supernatural phenomena that bridge the worlds. Here, in the tallest building, whose tip extends far enough into the atmosphere that one could almost reach out and touch the lights, the Cult of Harmony is performing a ritual.

"Agent Brandy to Whisky Biskits, I'm at the location." Called a mature-sounding lizard riding a motorcycle. She stopped at the building adjacent, yet kept the engine running to mask her conversation. Her scales were a vivid green, with platinum blonde hair and scaly lime-colored plates running down her midsection in striped sections. She stood about 5'4, and her tail lengthened all the way to the ground and then some behind her. She had a bust behind those plates, and her eyes were a piercing jade that glowed in the dark.

Of course, her nude body, beautiful as it was, was currently covered by a dress shirt and pants, a black leather jacket, a fake badge and a tool belt containing concealed weapons made to look like electrician's gear. A voltmeter that was actually a taser, a diamond-tipped drill, and a 'thermos' that was actually an air gun, among other things. Right now, though, it was a thermos.


  


"Brandy! I can see you on the satellite feed, are you drinking from that thing?" A shrill voice yells through the receiver, also female. to which the smug lizard turns around, sips her coffee loudly, and then promptly jerks and falls over, twitching on the sidewalk. Her thermos drops and her tail extends, then curls inwards.

"Brandy? Brandy!! Oh gosh, oh, I told her not to point it at her face, oh no. Uh… zoom in there… I need a picture for-"

"For your cunt? Should I pop a button, too? Slip a nip?" The prankster lizard slides her phone up to her ear, still laying on the sidewalk.

"BRANDY!! You're alive!! Why would you scare me like that? I thought you snuffed yourself! We can't do this mission without you. I don't know what I would…"

"Whiskers. Save it. Cry for me when I actually need it. When I get home, you can do it for real, okay?"

There's an audible sniffle over the microphone, but otherwise all is quiet. "...Okay, Abb-"  "Brandy." "B-brandy…! But… why're you still lying on the street?"

"...I'm hitchin' a ride. Call you back later." The lizard taps on her phone and then relaxes her tail, spilling some of her drink onto the crotch of her pants and setting up a 'crime scene.'

About five minutes pass before someone finds the limp lizard. A mouse girl covered only in a shawl pads out with her little feet towards the sound of the engine.

"What is the cause of all that noi- Oh my goodness! Is she-" The mouseling cautiously approaches Agent Brandy, who has turned her head to the side and stuck her tongue out, pretending she was dead. The mouse's grabby hands quickly reached for the lizard's breasts, then for her mouth, opening one eye to the street light briefly. When she pressed her fingers to Brandy's neck, the lizard's body had long since cooled, since she was cold-blooded and could mask her temperature with her environment.

"...Lady Desire has blessed me with a sex toy of my very own! And such a beautiful tribute. You must not have survived the Awakening. But I will put you to good use in death…!" The quivering creature squirms, shuddering. She lowers herself down to squat over the 'corpse', revealing her complete lack of clothing under what was essentially some dirty rags. She roughly grabs the cold "body's"arms and drags her exposed slit against Brandy's cool tongue. She shudders and does it again while dragging the body away, barely making it to the rear entrance of the building before spraying the poor lizard's face with her cunt juices in a muffled orgasm. The little rodent had to stuff her own fingers down her throat to prevent herself from screaming, her tail wrapping around her nude form.

There was a trail of femcum leading into the closed-off janitorial space the mouse took her new toy into, in an alleyway beside the main office. There, she began to slowly strip Brandy, unbuttoning the dress shirt and slowly sliding off the belt. She finally dropped the robe, presenting herself in her nude glory in the dim red light. She was petite and skinny, barely reaching 4'2", and covered in piercings. Her sex was constantly dripping wet, and she had a cute blush filling her cheeks.
   

"Oh, Lady Desire, your vessel is so beautiful. I only hope that you see my depravity as a token of my respect and worship… and that you look upon me as I enact my love upon your corpse…!" She pants through heavy breaths. Just as she's about to get her first lick into Brandy's snatch, those thick thighs close in around her cheeks, smothering her lips into a round O-shape that forces her lick into a kiss. The startled creature pulls away, barely, because the lizard literally had her pants around her thighs and couldn't move the way she wanted to.

"M-m-my-my Lady! You live! You- But you were-"

"I wasn't dead, and I ain't your-" The lizard begins, before taking a look around. She thought up a lie, and she thought it up quick. She begins to convulse on the spot, gripping at her throat and her exposed vagina, before relaxing once again, and turning her piercing green eyes onto its prey.

"...My child. Child of lust. Of… Desire. You have passed the… first test. Yes. However, I was… asleep. Tell me how I might… go pay a visit to my high priests."

"O-oh! But… aren't they the ones who summoned..." The meek mouse begins, before staring into those eyes for a while. Her legs naturally open themselves, and she starts toying herself frantically, grinding on the nearest broom handle.

"Please, my lady, take me now! I've given my whole life to just be yours!"

"Don't be selfish, now. I'll, uh… Your body! You could not handle it! Yeah. I need to… prepare. Tell me how to reach the top of this tower."

"Oh, that's easy. You just need to be In Harmony. See? I dunno if the rhythm's changed, but…" The mouse begins, reaching a shaky hand up to touch what she thinks is her goddess. Brandy's disappointed scowl started to show itself as she grabbed the hand of the mouse and pulled her up, to which she quickly inserted a finger into the lizard's slit and scraped at her walls in a gentle patterned rhythm. Tap-tap-scrape, then a pause for a second, then tap-tap-scrape. It took every twitching muscle in Brandy not to slap this bitch, her facial muscles twinging in anger and flustered embarrassment. As if reading her emotions, the mouse quickly stammered out an explanation.

"I-i-i-t's the password! See? One-two-three. In harmony. We edge ourselves in preparation to become your vessels. I've been doing it nonstop for nearly a year now… But you're here! I can… I can touch you… ohmigosh I'm touching Lady Desire! I can't believe this is happening!"

"Y-yeah… thanks. But, uh, there's one last thing you need to do. To be… uh. Eternal pleasure! You want that, right?"

"Oh, yes, Lady Desire, more than anything, take me, please!"

"Well, you must first shed your mortal body. I need your soul, and your body." 

"F-for a vessel? I don't… I- Isn't it too soon, I…" The befuddled girl looks around the little room, looks up at the dim light bulb flickering over Brandy's head, then at the macabre, piercing smile of the lizard, and breathes out sharply.

"...I give my life for Lady Desire. I am prepared." She finally resigns, somberly. She bows her neck downwards, her fingers deep inside her pussy and her asshole, her hips gyrating as she attempted to fill herself in an arousing show for her presumed deity. 

Her mousy moans grew loud and filled the room, which shook powerfully enough to rattle the light bulb. Brandy looks up, confused, then angered. She extends a hand and a grunt of frustration upwards, ripping the bulb from its sockets and tossing the length of electrical cable over an exposed boiler pipe running through the maintenance room.

It took little effort to tie the cable into an adjustable noose, something Brandy had to do many times before in her hunt on these cultists. She made the wire loose, like a necklace around the zealot's throat, and grabbed the other end of it, tying it to the doorknob. The doomed Harmonic Cultist quietly prayed a chant under her breath while this happened, angering the lizard to her tipping point. 

"...We give our bodies in service to you, Carnal Mistress, that you may destroy the society we fools hath wrought and create a new world in your imageeehhcck-" Brandy raises her leg and kicks the door out, the cable zipping and snapping around her neck. She floats up in the air in a frantic dance, her limbs subconsciously reaching for the thick cable in an attempt to save herself. 

She manages to pull hard enough that her crushed throat manages to slip in a raspy "hhhh-iii-iii", while Brandy reaches for her thighs and spreads them. She gets kicked in the shoulder as the mouse tries to stand, offering naught but a wince from the pain, but Brandy steels through it and wraps her arms around those flailing thighs to hold them in place, using her body weight to pull the cultist mouse back down to her peril. Her neck stretches out in the noose, and she stares upwards, her tongue pushed past her teeth and drooling on her breasts. She makes a gurgling sound, then a wild convulsion as Brandy's smooth tongue laps a slow, sensual lick up her folds.

"Huh. Told you your body wasn't ready for it." Brandy teases the swinging pre-corpse, whose pussy is still drenched from the edging. In an amazing show of willpower, the mouse's eyes bulge and her trembling fingers move away from the noose in her last moments of consciousness, shakily grabbing her breast and pinching her own nipples to try and stay awake- try for a last orgasm, anything. Her body bucks and twists, but the lizard locking her legs makes sure she stays facing straight.

"Mmm. Attagirl. There's that devotion I love to see…" The inner sadist in the lizard comments with a tender kiss to those wet folds. Then, with a ravenous look in her eyes, she ravenously licks and slurps at the cunt in front of her like she hadn't eaten in years. Her tongue teasingly signs the password, with two thrusts forward and a sensual clockwise slurp mopping up the juices, before repeating the process. Her fingers curl around her captive's ass and pull those cheeks apart, pressing a finger to her tailhole and feeling it winking, clenching and releasing rapidly. Her mousy tail has jutted straight out and is slowly rising upwards like a phallic symbol, brushing against cans of paint and a box of nails. 

By this point, the dying mouse's vision is a pinprick encircled by darkness on all sides, bubbly flashes of light popping into her bulging eyes as her death is imminent. Her chest heaves uselessly, and her toes spread wide out, her feet sticking straight for the door. She feels warmth at her crotch, she feels her tongue tingling. Her once-blushing cheeks have purpled, along with her protruding tongue. She's pinching her own breast hard enough to draw a drop of blood just so she can feel anything, any tingling feeling to remember she's being eaten out by her goddess so she can savor it for all eternity. She reaches down and touches her clit, and it sends her over the edge.

Her stomach contracts involuntarily, and those bubbles of light turn pure white as her final orgasm hits her, the strongest convulsing buck her corpse would ever give smothers Brandy's muzzle in that snatch. The surprised agent steps back and opens her maw wide as wave after wave of squirting orgasm coats her tongue. The lizard accepts this, looking up at her dying mouse and deciding to tease her into the afterlife.

"Oh, so you like your tits, huh? I like 'em too. Let's see them bounce while you still got life in ya." She taunts, bouncing on her heels. The mouse's unconscious, dying body jumps up and down in her noose, her breasts bouncing and slapping against her torso. Her limp hands fall down between her thighs with a last exhale as she stops breathing entirely, a puddle of her juices on the ground beneath her. Her thighs inadvertently kick Brandy in the back as they swing with the rest of her jiggly body, but as karma would have it, the cable couldn't handle all that tension. It snaps before the mouse's bruised neck does, sending the de facto corpse crashing down atop Brandy with its dead weight, the soft, furry breasts teased so eagerly before now stuffed in the lizard's face, smothering her. The mouse lay face down, ass up, the cable hiding her bruised, crushed throat collapsed in a heap similar to the one she made, her last agonal breaths-


Breaths?


Brandy quickly motorboats her mousy captive, pulling her claws free and tapping them to the cultist's throat. There was an extremely faint pulse left in them. So, she did what any panicked lizard who failed to execute a subject would do, she slid backwards and smothered the mouse in her own breasts. 

There were a few raspy exhales into Brandy's bosom, wetting the fabric of her loosened shirt with tears and drool, then a last, soft sigh and a rapid dripping sound coming from behind the now fully dead body as her bladder relaxed. The corpse's knees gave out then, and she landed with a soft 'splish!' In the mixed puddle of her own dying urine release and her sexual release, her fingers and toes the only things with enough energy left to twitch.

"...Thank goodness my mom was such a... fuckin' cow… Let's just... make sure…" The agent groans, leaning back and trying to catch her breath, her rock-hard nipples poking through her shirt. She really panicked back there. This was her favorite part of dealing with cultists, though. She decided to 'check' by reattaching the intact part of the cable to the doorknob and making a miniature noose around the corpse's neck. The mouse didn't react, though. She just stared forwards and drooled a little bit, her snatch still dripping with lizard spit.

"There. Now I'm in. Shit, my phone!" The lizard yelped, completely forgetting what the point was in all the fun she was having. She ran back outside to her noisy chopper and turned it off, picking up her phone.

"Whiskers? Come in whiskers, this's Bran-"

"Brandy!! I thought you got captured, I thought I'd never see you again, I was going to eat my cyanide pill, I swear I-" came the panicked voice on the other end.

"Whiskers, calm down. I'm in. I got the password, a convincing disguise… and a good time. Anyone come try and steal my shit?" Brandy huffed, fixing her disheveled clothing and picking up her thermos.

"N-no. The streets are eerily quiet tonight."

"...Huh. Keep being my eyes. And don't worry. It'll take more than some tasty mouse in a noose to keep this Brandy down. Second from the right, right?" She starkly remarks, licking her lips. She then pockets her phone and enters the main building proper, through the only door left unlocked. There was a reflective figure sitting at the front desk, illuminated by a single set of ceiling lights too far up above the lobby to see properly. She turns towards Brandy and audibly shuffles in her chair.

"Excuse me... miss? You, erm, you can't… you can't be here tonight." A meek-looking mink wearing a secretarial unbuttoned dress shirt that showed off her respectable cleavage and a too-tight black skirt calls from her seat at a desk. There's a little collar she wears with her name on it: Mina. She stands up to respectfully address the sneering green-scaled lizard girl who approaches her with her hands folded over her crotch. The white-furred mink seems nervous as the confident scalie girl begins taking off her clothing, popping buttons on her dress and unzipping the front of her jeans. 

  


"Miss, if you do not leave, I will have to call securit-mmmph!" She begins, before being cut off abruptly by the deft lizard's hand jutting outwards and grabbing her by the breast. She's kissed girls before. Their lips lock together, tongues dancing and pushing at each other, as two fingers slide under that black skirt. The fluffy white rodent isn't wearing panties, of course, so Brandy just explores her hole, spreading her wet slit open and muffling her moans in the kiss. Then, the fingers jab deep inside her, once, twice, then draw slow circles inside that tight tunnel in a specific pattern. The mink, her eyes rolling back, is pressed against the wall, her tension relaxing until she's all but limp. 

"Okay?" Brandyl asks in a deep voice, a smirk crossing her face. She withdraws her fingers from the mink as she breathes heavily, her tail sweeping the wall from side to side.

"Y-yeah… Gosh, I love my job… Here… You… uh… you know what to do…" Mina breathlessly sighs, handing the undercover lizard a keycard. 

"I'll be back for more." Brandy replies with a blown kiss, and Mina's eyes light up. She shudders and falls to her knees along the wall, pressing her lips to the crotch of her 'assailant'. "I'll wait for you…" she replied, as the sexed up lizard pressed the elevator call. She was somewhat aroused by being in the belly of the beast, attempting to destroy them from the inside. That mink didn't take her eyes off her newest playmate, blowing kisses, lovingly sighing loud enough for people outside to hear, and waving every time she thought she was being looked at.

Socially enough, the impatient agent turns back and waves with a fake smile, spreading her legs and wiping her sex-juice coated fingers between them. She then turns around and pulls out her cell phone, whispering into it.

"Agent Brandy to Whiskys. Come in, Whiskiebiz. I've inputted the password. Proceed to step two of the-" DING! "-Haha, yeah. Yeah, I'm there. Catch you later, honey~"

The elevator doors open and Brandy attempts to smile and act natural, but she finds herself unable to do so. An almost blinding radiance emerges from the elevator doors, like someone threw a flashbang into it and it wouldn't stop. The reflected light could be seen from the street if anyone cared to look, and a dog starts barking from outside at it. 

A primal fear overcomes Agent Brandy as the figure steps out of the elevator, looking down at her and seemingly into and through her soul. The sound of high heels clacks on the marble floor, and the trembling lizard stumbles backwards, falling on her ass and dropping her phone. The heels' clacking continues, until they end up stomping right between Brandy's thick thighs, the secret agent having to swipe her tail out of the way just in time.

"Ahh. The scent of lust. Of… fear. Are you new here? Because tonight is special. Do you know what pleasure is? What it means to sacrifice?" The figure asks, her voice seeming to echo as though she were speaking through a microphone. 

"Y-you- you're… you sh- shouldn't- you can't-"


  


"We are Desire. Do not fear your pleasure. Come. Embrace it. You know what you came here to do." The demonic light calls. Squinting, Brandy can make out its features. The light seemingly being produced from each bristle of fur on the… rabbit? No, the specs said this deity was a lizard. But the naked form of a rabbit wreathed only in light, save a pair of ruby red glittering heels with diamonds encrusted into the toe is unmistakable. 

Brandy slowly stands, her eyes glowing a bright, magical white, whether from the reflection, or from some mystical possession is unclear. Her arms rise up, reaching out mindlessly towards the bunny, who merely lifts her head up, staring at the lights outside. 

"You're… beautiful..." The lizard remarks. "Ghhh-hhck… hhh-" The deity responds.


Somewhere, behind them, something less beautiful is… crying? A faint voice, screaming to "-...top…! Ple-... Ire! -Ease…!"

Brandy's eyes haven't blinked since she first viewed the magnificent figure, her hands needing to touch it, to hold it. To kill it. The rabbit's legs gently kick, her heels clattering to the floor as she chokes. Their bodies slam into the elevator's back wall, with the radiance slowly dimming as Desire attempts to breathe through a crushed throat. Her hands' grip on the powerful, flexing muscles strangling her loosens, and her whole body goes slack. Brandy presses their bodies together and they slowly sink to the elevator floor, her muscles rippling. The veins in her forehead start to show. A smoky white substance exhales from the dying rabbit host and into the slightly ajar mouth of the hypnotized agent.

It's at this point that Agent Brandy loses consciousness, but her body moves autonomously. Her eyes still don't close, they just dilate out and glaze over. The brilliant glow on the rabbit peters out completely, leaving only the heaving bunny arching her back in an attempt to free herself. Mina grabs onto Brandy's shoulder to try and wrench her grip slightly, but it's too late. The corpse of the bunny's arms fall to her sides, palms facing the ceiling as her own eyes lose their light, her ass jiggling as it meatily slaps back onto the cold steel floor.

"Stop it, stop! You're killing Lady Desire! That's her! What are you- nnmmmf!" The mink attempts to explain, before Brandy's hand covers and crushes her face. Were she slightly taller, the force this unrestrained body exerts would have instantly crushed and snapped her neck, but all that happened luckily was the loud clack of her jaws snapping shut. Of course, in response, the frightened fluffy girl digs her claws into the arm grasping her, kicking and scrambling to try and get free. Unfortunately, before she can, the murderous agent stands up and slams the poor mink's head into the elevator controls, knocking the panel loose and causing electricity to spark everywhere. 

As if completely unafraid, the entranced reptile turns Mina around and presses their bodies together against the sparking fire hazard, and the dazed mink has mere milliseconds to look down with tears in her eyes as the electrical current from the wires jolts dangerously through her body, sending her into wild spasms. Brandy lets go on instinct as the wires essentially fuse to the insides of her thighs. She falls over, faceplanting into the breasts of the dead rabbit and sending both their bodies jerking a little bit from her erratic motions. 

Brandy waits a second for all the fur on the mink's body to ground itself into the bunny and uses her foot to gently step on the back of her head. A trail of her frothy spit wets the dead rabbit's fur as Brandy drags her head up and down the crotch of the corpse that was once Desire, the lizard girl furiously masturbating as she suffocates her electrocuted partner in the vaginal folds of a corpse. It's then that the light of the world slowly comes back to her, and she steps back in shock.

"Wh- I- Where… am I? What happened- Oh crap! Fuck! Did I-" She begins, looking at her hands and taking two steps back in case a mystery murderer knocked her out and was waiting to finish the job. She looked all around defensively before stepping back into the elevator and getting startled by the sparks coming from its out of order control panel.

"...Shit. Shit! Uh, what do I- Whisky! Yeah!" She fumbles, taking out her phone. 

"Wh-wh-Whisky, this is Agent Brandy, come in, Whisky?"

"Brandy? You sound… scare-" 

"I'm not scared! Okay? I just… shit just went south. I think… I think the elevator's out of order, and I dunno what floor the big event is on. I can… barely even remember why I'm here. What, uh, what do I do?"

"Shit. Looks like you're taking the stairs then… Well, this will be a good chance to tone up those thighs. When you get back, I want you to- Crush my head between them. Snuff me, Abigail. Make my body yours…!"

"Wh- What? Huh?"

"Is everything all right, Brandy? Your voice sounds a little… different. You're not strangling me, please, come home… I need you. You need this. Please…"

"Climb the stairs, right?! Jeez, I think this place is doing something fucky to my head. Don't worry. This… this is the only chance we've got. I'm not letting this one slip. Hey, Whisky?"

"...Yeah?"

"...I love you."

"What does that have to…"

"..."

"...I love you, too." -Click!

"...You did this, somehow. You're… in my head. Desire-bitch…! I'm gonna fuckin' find all your stupid priests or whatever, and I'm gonna snap their necks one by one until you fix this!" Agent Brandy screams into the echo of the lobby, a resounding 'Fix this~ Fix this~ Fix this~ Fuck this~' Echoing back. The confused lizard slaps her cheeks, looks back into the elevator, and attempts to close the doors, but all it does is get caught of Mina's feet. She gently wraps her fingers between the fluffy toes and pushes them inside so they stick straight up, gently pulling her muzzle out of the bunny corpse's snatch out of… respect?

Either way, the stimulus causes the deceased rabbit to have a post-mortem orgasm, a splash of clear femcum squirting to the floor in one seemingly powerful shot. Mina's own muzzle gently splatters down into the juices, her protruding tongue wetly adding drool to the liquid. Her eyes are still frozen open, staring forward into the inner thighs of her deceased playmate, still with the same shocked expression she had when she was first attacked.

Brandy stares at them for far too long, only stopping herself when she finds herself stroking the mink's ass and gently moving her tail to the side, dancing a circle with her finger around the soft foot she's bracing up against herself. She blinks, closes the elevator doors, and silently ascends the stairs of the building, whispering a quiet prayer to herself: "Get outta my head, get outta my head, get outta my fuckin' head…!"