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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Jesus Party\n\nStory by: RedRocktober\n\nInspired by art by: Albtraum_Wach\n\nPoly was in her austere cell after mass, changing into her evening clothes. Her long golden hair fell free as she removed the coif and veil, the deep blue of her eyes only dull behind her glasses due to the dim lanterns in her room. She removed her black scapular and draped it on the hook next to her bed before pulling her tunic off. Exposed to the cool air in the stone room, her little pink nipples stiffened to points on her large, heavy breasts. Her undergarments, unusual for a nun and unique to her order, left her pussy uncovered as well once her tunic was off.\n\nNuns in this particular abbey wore an undergarment that consisted of several thin strips of leather that went over the shoulders, down between the breasts, to a small steel ring above the navel. Here they joined another strip that wrapped around the waist and held up a pair of sheer pieces of black lace that were kept open and exposed the navel, pussy, and ass. They also wore long, fingerless gloves and sheer stockings. While most monastic orders wear only plain, simple clothing to eliminate temptation and show their piety, at this order, the very sexual underclothes were worn with the intent to cause temptation for the nuns, to force them to actively work to hide and subdue the inner sin of their basic nature when they put on the plain outer tunics.\n\nThe monks of course had no idea what was under the nuns' tunics, not even the Abbot knew. They were instructed to keep it in strict secrecy and so the nuns and monks washed their garments separately. The monks actually wore nothing under their frocks and skirt-like lower coverings. The idea was similar, a reminder that under the veneer of piety, they are but flesh, flesh with desires that must be reigned in and hidden.\n\nUnfortunately for Poly, her ``inner sin'' made its way to the surface this evening. The yellow-furred vixen found that she was aroused. The Abbot's sermon at mass was vigorous and captivating, and she was drawn to the power of his presence. She started to picture herself in his room, kneeling as though to pray but the altar was his loins. Her paw slipped down to push against her snatch, which was becoming wetter with each passing moment. In her mind the Abbot lifted his robes, revealing his canine cock to her, commanding her to pay tribute with her mouth.\n\nPoly nearly slipped a digit inside herself before she realized what she was doing. Deeply ashamed, and still clad in only her revealing underclothes, she knelt next to her bed. She wrapped her long, fluffy tail around herself as though to cover up her shame, though it also had the effect of revealing her full rump and her tailhole.\n\nShe started muttering a prayer, begging for forgiveness and the strength to control her desires. Lost in supplication, focused only on redemption as well as the embarrassment she knew she would have to face a second time tomorrow when she confessed to the Abbess, she didn't hear the footsteps in the hall.\n\nRhodes was a tall husky, lanky, dark gray and white fur nearly matching the drab Abbot's frock and skirt. Poly had seemed distracted during mass, nearly missing several of her cues to light candles, or bring the incense. Her eyes had been distant, except when they met his over the table during Communion. He was concerned with what could have possibly been holding her attention. He wasn't angry, it truly was concern for her, as she was normally very devout and focused in her duties. He thought surely something serious must be going on to take her attention so.\n\nHe wanted to speak with her quickly before he had to get back to the chapel for vespers. Rhodes forgot that Poly didn't serve for vespers on Sundays and didn't even think for a second she might be changing; he assumed she had simply returned to her cell for a moment of respite between services. Rapping on the heavy wooden door with his knuckles, he did not wait for an answer and pushed it inwards. ``Poly, a moment if I may, I -''\n\nThe scent hit him first, the unmistakable scent- even for a celibate monk- of arousal. A vixen in heat produces powerful pheromones indeed. The second thing to enter his awareness was the sight of her tail hole. Poly was knelt down in front of her bed, leaning over with her still gloved elbows on it, causing her round butt to stick out somewhat, the furred cheeks spread to reveal the most taboo part of her. Below that, the fur on her inner thighs was matted and damp, wet from her arousal. The pink of her lips was just barely visible from his vantage point.\n\nRhodes stood still as a statue, and his cock was immediately as hard as one, extending quickly from his sheath. His bright red eyes finally unlocked from her puckered rear entrance and took in the rest of her body, the curves from her ample buttocks leading up to the enticing undergarment that accentuated her waist. Her breasts were large enough that their fullness was visible to either side of her body.\n\nPoly's head whipped around and her eyes met his, the red irises seeming to smolder and burn in the flickering light. Or was that something else she saw burning in them? ``Abbot Rhodes, please! I am in prayer!'' she tried to cry out, but it came as more of a hoarse whisper, her throat caught up with the conflict inside. Her belly was in turmoil, her mind racing with seemingly shouted thoughts back and forth at each other; she was angry that he had barged in, she was embarrassed that he was seeing her like this, she was suddenly more aroused than ever that her intimate features were exposed to the man she had only just been lusting after, which only served to plunge her deeper into shame and guilt. Despite this, she made no move, not even to cover her holes with her tail.\n\nWas it Rhodes' imagination, or did she seem to actually lean forward just a little more, poking her luscious butt even farther out, exposing her tailhole even more? Finally, the husky managed to get a hold of himself.\n\n``Of course, Sister Poly. Forgive my intrusion.'' he said, bowing deep to show his own remorse as he stepped backwards out of the nun's cell and closed the door. Taking a quick look each way down the hall he reached under his skirt and tucked his thick, throbbing cock up under the belt that kept his frock closed, the thin bit of cloth that was today thicker than the threadbare control he was struggling to keep on his lust. Visions of the vixen's welcoming entrances filled his mind, the sight of her kneeling in nearly nude supplication seared forever into his mind's eye. Rhodes knew it was going to be exceedingly difficult to lead the vespers that evening.\n\nAs soon as Rhodes left, Poly closed her eyes and took five slow, deep breaths. It was no use. Despite the fact that she had only looked at his eyes, she had been excruciatingly aware of the monk's immediate and intense arousal. It would have been almost impossible for her not to notice the tent that had formed in his habit, and particularly how large it was. Her nose was as sensitive as his, and she could smell his pheromones that had seemed to suddenly fill her small quarters, mingling with her own scent in a heady, intoxicating aroma.\n\nShe knew it was exceedingly sinful, but she gave in. Poly practically threw herself on the bed, legs wide. Overcome with arousal she voraciously pleasured herself, dipping her fingers in and out, pressing against her clit, rubbing it in circles. It was difficult to keep her muzzle clamped shut to keep from yipping as she worked herself towards orgasm with the ferocity that comes with denying one self for so long. Her free paw busied itself twisting her nipples, the pain a sharp contrast to the pleasure radiating from her loins. Nearing her climax, she recalled how open and exposed she had been, her most secret parts vulnerable and visible to the Abbott when he'd burst in the her room. It planted more than the seed of desire. She almost needed him to open her up, to take her in sin.\n\nShe imagined him doing just that, of finding her once more in prayer, but instead of sending him out Poly invited him in. In her mind, he knelt down behind her, lifting his habit over his waist and pushing his husky cock against her slick entrance, stretching that virgin hole wide around his shaft. Picturing what it would be like to have him knot her, she pushed her fingers in and gasped, ecstasy washing over her as her climax hit and she came hard. Her body writhed and convulsed against the bed, her hole spasming around her fingers. The nun bit her lip to keep herself silent, but not before letting a single ``yip!'' out of her muzzle that echoed in the small chamber.\n\nExhausted, riddled with shame, she buried her face in her rough pillow, glasses pushing into her brow, and quickly wetting it with tears. Her desires to be pious and good were at war with her sudden desire to be used in service to the Abbot's worldly needs. She fell asleep with her paws under her head, the musk of her body that permeated the room was strong on her fingers and led to a series of increasingly depraved dreams that seemed to cause her to awake for morning prayers even more aroused than before she had satiated herself.\n\nAs soon as the morning prayers and meal was finished, Poly went to see the head of her order, the Abbess. She needed to confess sooner rather than later, and hope that absolution would help purge the desires from her mind. She arrived at the confessional just in time to see Marilyn, the badger who had been Abbess probably longer than Poly's nearly 30 years of life, step into one side of the wooden booth and close her door. Tail swishing with agitation, Poly waited a few moments to allow the woman to get situated before she stepped into the other side of the confessional.\n\nAs she turned around to close the door and sit on the little bench, she saw Father Rhodes stooping down to enter the confessional across the way and take his place to hear the confessions of any monks that may need it. Her heart rate went up and her stomach dropped for a moment, a fantasy flashing through her mind of slowly sucking his cock beneath his skirt as he assured pardon to other sinful monks, but she got herself under control. Poly sat down, and began the ritual self cleansing.\n\n``Forgive me, Mother, for I have sinned.'' Her soft voice trembled as she worked to maintain her composure.\n\nThe older nun began the Sacrament of Penance with a short prayer and a Psalm. Her aged voice low and husky, she said from the other side of the screen ``What is it, my child? Through our Lord all things can be forgiven, provided you repent in earnest.''\n\nSwallowing hard, Poly took a few deep breaths. ``I have committed the sin of lust. I allowed impure thoughts to take hold of me, and in a moment of weakness, I touched myself.''\n\nThere was a long pause.\n\n``And did you otherwise act on this lust? Lie with the one for whom you lusted?''\n\n``No, Mother Marilyn. I swear it.''\n\n``Have you taken other Sacraments since committing this grave sin?'' she asked.\n\n``No, Mother Marilyn. I was taken by these thoughts while alone in my own room, just last night. I came to confess as early as I was able.''\n\nThere was a grumble of approval from the old badger. ``While lust is a mortal sin, we are all but flesh, my child. You have shown contrition by confessing so quickly. Your penance must be twofold, to cleanse the mind and strengthen the body. Return to your quarters and recite the Lord's Prayer until the bell for the afternoon meal. Tonight, after vespers, you shall stand in your cell with nothing but your consecrated underclothes. Stand facing the East with your legs apart and tail held high. But you must purge your mind of all thought, and resist any temptation that may come. Do this until the midnight chimes. You must learn to control your body and your mind, rather than allow it to control you. Do you understand?''\n\nPoly's face scrunched up in confusion at this penance. After a moment she realized it did seem in line with the order's method of actually creating the temptation to force the nuns to learn how to control them, rather than to try to ignore them. The young fox was determined to use her time constructively and try to purge her lust from her mind.\n\n``Yes, Mother Marilyn. I have one question though,'' she asked.\n\n``Of course, child. What is it?''\n\n``What if someone should enter my room while I am carrying out my penance? I would...I would not want to be the temptation that leads another astray because of my own sin.''\n\n``Very considerate of you. You shall surely be absolved. I will station someone outside your door with only the instruction that none should enter before the midnight bells, lest they interrupt your penance. Your soul would be on their paws; I'm sure that will suffice.''\n\nThough she knew the Abbess couldn't see, Poly nodded her head once, resolved to carry out the tasks she had been given. ``Thank you, Mother Marilyn.''\n\n``If that is all, then I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Go in peace.''\n\nDuring the evening meal, Rhodes stopped by the long trestle table where Brother Ricter was sitting, about to dig in to his own meal of lentil stew and dark bread. ``Brother Ricter, would you mind taking your meal with me in the priory offices? I have some liturgical thoughts I'd like to discuss with you.''\n\n``Oh, of course Father Rhodes,'' the stoat replied. He succeeded in hiding his delight at being asked for his theological input from the Abbot. They were friends, as close as monks could get of course, but it was unusual for the husky to ask to discuss services outside of their scheduled meeting hours. Nonetheless he had no reason to suspect this would be anything but a productive meal discussing meaningful topics of religious import.\n\nHe was somewhat right, as the prime topic was to be the Abbot's mortal soul and the current peril it was facing. After all to whom does the confessor confess? Rhodes could not go to Mother Marilyn as he usually would with his petty sins. This was beyond the hubris inherent in a position of power, or something silly like the gluttony of taking a second bit of bread with his meal. He needed to tell someone, and knew he could confide in his friend Ricter.\n\nThey walked in silence to the small offices behind the sanctuary, which contained a simple wooden desk and a few chairs. The walls were sparsely adorned, though the wall behind the desk was covered with a faded tapestry woven through with many of the icons and symbols holy to their order.\n\nThey sat, Rhodes in the chair behind the desk, and Ricter in the chair closest too it. He tried balancing his tray on his lap but almost spilled his stew.\n\nRhodes quickly shuffled some papers to the side of the desk. ``Come, brother, pull the chair up. No need to struggle, there is room on the desk for both our dinners.''\n\nRicter dipped his head in a quick bow, round golden ears flattening to his head for a moment to show his thanks. He found that he was quite hungry and dove into his meal.\n\nThe Abbot was more reserved, clearly something on his mind. After half-heartedly dipping the bread in the stew and nibbling at it he finally decided to lay it out.\n\n``First, I must ask your forgiveness. I misled you about why I wished to speak to you privately.'' His mouth was turned up at one corner in a wry but apologetic smile.\n\nThe yellow stoat dabbed his muzzle with the cloth napkin he'd brought with him. ``No forgiveness is needed, Father, I trust that you have good reason for discretion.''\n\nRhodes sighed, his tall pointed ears straight out to the side. After a moment of hesitation he opened up.\n\n``I should not put the weight of my sin upon you but I did not feel I could go to Abbess Marilyn with this... I have committed the grave sin of lust and self abuse...''\n\nHe paused, bright red eyes lowered so as not to see the reaction from his friend. Ricter's voice was firm, but kind, and betrayed no shock or judgment on his part.\n\n``We are all but flesh, Father. Tell me the nature of the temptation that we may together find a penance that will help you overcome and control your desire. Or perhaps we can remove the source that it does not lead you astray again.''\n\nRhodes winced, and had his face not been hidden behind his gray and white fur, it would have been flush, almost as crimson as his irises. He deeply appreciated Ricter's willingness- almost eagerness?- to help him work through this.\n\n``I made a mistake yesterday, between mass and vespers. I went to speak with a nun in her quarters, one who had seemed very distracted during the service. In retrospect, I of course should have simply informed Mother Marilyn and been done. But, I didn't. I opened the door to find her kneeling, deep in prayer.''\n\nRhodes trailed off, still unwilling to meet the stoat's light blue eyes. After it became clear that he wasn't going to go on, Ricter spoke up again.\n\n``I'm sure she would understand a simple mistake. Though rude, it is hardly a sin that must be kept secret to interrupt a nun's prayer. I'm sure that if you but apologize, she-''\n\nThe Abbot cut him off with a wave of his paw, shaking his head.\n\n``She was kneeling, leaning against her bed to face away from the door. She had removed her habit. Or at least, she had removed her tunic.''\n\nThis time when he paused, the other monk did not chime in, obviously waiting for the husky to finish.\n\n``I saw everything, Ricter,'' Rhodes continued, dropping the honorific ``Brother'' in his flustered state. ``She wasn't nude, but might as well have been. Her tail was wrapped around her front. I could see her entrances. I could smell her. God save me but I swear she was herself deep in lust, likely why she had dropped to pray. And in that moment I wanted nothing more than to kneel behind her and take her... To sodomize her. To plant my seed where the Lord forbade.'' His confession was pouring forth now. He almost forgot he was talking to someone else, his vision was so obscured by the memory of Poly's full figure, open and seeming to draw him in.\n\n``Her fur was damp, on her thighs. She was clearly in need. I could see the pink skin of it. I desired to slide in there, first, to coat my rod in her wetness. Then, grabbing hold of her long, golden hair, I would have sodomized her. I would have rutted into her tail hole until I knotted and emptied myself inside. This is the vision that took me. Of course, I had to go lead vespers. As soon as everyone had filed out, however, I was overcome with the lust and I pulled myself out, there in the chapel. I stroked until I spilled my seed on the ground behind the lectern. Wracked with shame I could not bear to remain to even clean it up; there may yet be a stain there for me to clean before tonight's service.''\n\nFinally done, Rhodes found he did not feel better for the confession, but instead was once again extremely aroused, on the verge of needing to stroke himself off again.\n\nRicter finally asked, with a hoarse voice, ``Who was the nun?''\n\nNo secrets really left to hide, the Abbot quickly told him it was Poly.\n\n``The Abbess has asked me to stand outside Sister Poly's cell tonight, from vespers until midnight, to make sure none interrupt her penance,'' the monk informed his superior.\n\nRhodes' eyes snapped up then, mind racing with the implications of that. Poly was performing some penance that must not be interrupted? If she had confessed this morning to Mother Marilyn for simple lustful thinking, likely an hour or two of prayer with a rosary would have sufficed. He suspected she had succumbed as he had, pleasuring herself to wild fantasies.\n\nConcern for his friend took over. Rhodes had now brought another into his sin, and he was worried Ricter would be tempted to enter the nun's cell while she served whatever penance had been assigned. His eyes fell a little and he smirked as he realized the stoat had tented the monk's habit as fully as he had. Though the Brother's hands remained outside his robes, they were gripping his tray tightly, clearly struggling to keep from addressing his arousal.\n\n``Brother Ricter, I cannot abide pawning my temptation off onto you.'' His curled husky tail wagged ever so slightly behind him. ``I shall take your place. It shall be my own penance, to place myself near the source of my sin, that I might overcome it and be stronger for it.''\n\nThe stoat's blue eyes narrowed and his long tail flicked twice as he almost argued. His mind was filled with fantasies of entering Poly's room while she was doing whatever had been assigned, hoping to catch a glimpse of the same thing Father Rhodes had, or better yet satisfy himself with her. He shook his head to clear it, then bowed.\n\n``Of course, Father. I defer to your wisdom.''\n\nAs the monks and nuns left the chapel after vespers, they muttered to each other about the service. There had been an unusual tension in the chapel that evening. Nothing that anyone could pinpoint, but it did seem that Father Rhodes, Brother Ricter, and Sister Poly had all be particularly stiff and precise in their performance of their duties. Those who had been in the first couple of pews found themselves hurrying out, working hard to quell their arousal. They had been able to smell the heat of the three, but could not admit as much to anyone or else have to admit how it affected them.\n\nPoly also went quickly back to her cell. She had not been surprised that Father Rhodes had been so clearly aroused, but her nose had told her that the young stoat Ricter had been as well. Did the Abbott tell him? Surely not...but perhaps Rhodes had confessed to him instead of the Abbess. It made some sense.\n\nThe two had been unable to look each other in the eye, Rhodes always seeming to gaze at something off in the distance above her head. For a moment their eyes had met, fire and ice, and both had to suppress a shiver. Poly had frowned when she noticed Ricter looking at her, his light blue eyes seeming to hide something dark behind them. She did her best to simply ignore his gaze the rest of the service.\n\nBack in her room, the fox began her penance. She disrobed except for her undergarments. The sheer stockings, the fingerless gloves, the leather straps and lacy panels. Her large breasts hung in front of her, nipples crinkled and pointed from both the cool air in the room and her continued arousal. Recalling Mother Marilyn's other command she spread her legs a bit past shoulder width and lifted her tail high. She was facing East. In this convent, the doors to all the nuns' cells faced East that they might rise and go to greet the sun in the morning, and face its setting in nightly prayer.\n\nShe stood with her hands at her sides and tried to breathe slowly, calming herself. Her yellow, pointed ears stood straight up as she heard footsteps in the hallway, heavy, not the other nuns. The stopped just outside her door. Poly's heart rate went up, but the footsteps sort of shuffled there, and then it was silent. ``That must be my warden for the evening'' she realized. She touched the heavy silver cross on her neck for comfort, then returned to her task of purging her mind of its lust.\n\nThe fur on her inner thighs was damp from her arousal all through the evening service; she could feel where it was as the warm fluid cooled in the air. Images of Father Rhodes kept intruding and she struggled to push them out. After what seemed like an age, but truly was only about an hour, she had largely succeeded. Her breathing was normal, breasts rising and falling in rhythm. Her wetness had dried, though her small room was still pungent with her pheromones.\n\nAnother hour passed, the bell tower informing the abbey that it was now 11 o clock. Poly smiled, only an hour left! She allowed herself a test, picturing once more Father Rhodes as he delivered his sermon from the other day, vigorous and passionate. She felt only the barest twinge of desire, nothing close to the unbridled lust that had struck her before. With a sigh she closed her eyes once more, confident she could complete her task and that her sin would indeed be forgiven.\n\nThough Poly may have been able to overcome her lust, the opposite was true of Rhodes. He had stood there for hours, fighting with himself. Tendrils of Poly's scent seemed to come from under the door, tickling his nose and sparking his need. Finally, as the bell was halfway through chiming the 11th hour, he gave in. Taking a quick look each way down the hall, he listened with his sensitive husky ears for anyone else. It seemed that the nuns were in their rooms asleep or working quietly in solitude. Likely reading, praying, writing. Using the bell to cover the sound, he quickly turned and opened the wooden door just a bit, slipping in and shutting it behind him.\n\nPoly's eyes snapped open, locked on the figure before her. The tall monk took her body in again, this time from the front. Her large breasts, her narrow waist, her ample thighs spread to reveal the soft pink folds between them. She didn't speak. He didn't speak. His immediate erection was only hidden because he had once again tucked his sheath under his belt in case he became aroused while guarding the door and anyone had walked by. He was right to have done so, several nuns had passed him in the hallway. If they were surprised to see him there they merely bowed their heads in a gesture of respect and continued on their way.\n\nSeconds seemed to become hours, compressed back into micromoments. Poly recalled Mother Marilyn's words. ``Resist any temptation that may come.'' Well, temptation was here, in the form of a tall husky, the Abbott of the monastery, the earthly conduit of God and His Will. She was once more at war with herself. Her desire to give in and take this man into her, her genuine wish to remain pious and pure. The command from the Abbess to resist, battling with the silent commands from his red eyes to submit.\n\nRhodes finally shattered the frozen moment, reached a paw out, shaking, and touched her left breast. Her eyes fluttered as he kneaded the soft flesh. The final bridge had been crossed and was aflame behind him; there was no turning back now. He could only go forward. His mind was consumed with lust, a thousand images ripping through it of coupling with this nun that stood nearly naked in front of him.\n\nHis only awareness now was his need. Eyes practically blazing in the dim light from the remaining lanterns in the small stone room, Rhodes stepped forward and into her space. He grabbed a hold of her other breast, his gentle, almost tender touch suddenly turning to a fumbling, desperate grope. The vixen whimpered, but did not deny him. Her blue eyes were cold behind the lenses of her glasses, but he either did not notice or did not care.\n\nThe monk's cock was practically throbbing beneath his habit, straining for freedom and relief. His heart was racing, seeming to pump blood away from his head so his thought became clouded and with a singular purpose. Poly's chest practically heaved as she breathed, terrified of what was to come, but equally terrified of the nugget of need inside her that yearned for it.\n\nFinally he spoke. ``Is this your how you show your contrition, then? To tempt a man of God into breaking his vows?''\n\nVoice quivering she replied, ``Yes Father. I mean, no, Father. I mean, I am serving my penance but it was not to tempt you.''\n\n``And yet here you stand, bare and spread. What am I to assume but you spend your evenings in the hopes that this very event may come to pass?''\n\nHer voice nearly caught in her throat; it was as dry as her snatch was wet. ``Yes, Father'' her words betrayed her. ``I mean no, Father.''\n\nThroughout this exchange his paws had moved, caressing her tits, moving slowly down her body, stroking the soft yellow fur. They were on her hips now, thumbs tracing the ``vee'' of the bones towards her mound, fingers digging into her plump cheeks.\n\n``You have made a mockery of my faith, Sister. You stand unclothed, unabashed, unashamed, before man and God. If your goal is not my corruption, then resist.'' Though he was speaking to Poly, he was admonishing himself. Some final piece of him wished she would indeed resist, stopping this evil. But he knew it was far too late for that; his fate was secured.\n\nPoly did not move.\n\nAs though the flames of Hell itself rose up to swallow the monk, his lust consumed him and he stepped around her to stand behind the golden-furred fox. With a growl he shoved the skirt of his habit down, his canine cock springing free and extended fully from his sheath. Roughly, he took hold of her gloved wrists and moved forward, thick tip poking clumsily between her thighs. The heat from her pussy washed over his rod, the top of his shaft becoming quickly coated in her body's lubrication. At last he found his mark and buried himself in her.\n\nPoly's mouth opened in a silent scream. She could not bear it. Just the day before she had thought she wanted nothing more than to pleasure the holy husky, but now that the moment had arrived all she could do was hope that he finished quickly. His movements were quick and stuttering, the unpracticed motions of a formerly celibate monk, his only thoughts on satiating his own needs.\n\nHis hips thudded quietly into her plush cheeks as he nearly bottomed out inside her, knot pressing against the tight ring of her hole. Poly once again remembered Mother Marilyn's words, to resist any temptation. She no longer needed to resist temptation, as it had soured in sweaty reality. Rhodes' breath was hot on the back of her head, causing her ears to twitch as it tickled them. His cock was thick, stretching her more than she though she could take, but take it she did.\n\nIt seemed that at least her silent prayer that he be finished quickly was answered. She felt him shudder and he grunted, the guttural sound signaling his climax as he emptied his seed into her, cock pulsing and spasming.\n\nWith a groaned ``Holy fuck'' he withdrew his oversensitive shaft from her. It did not lose its rigidity, stubbornly remaining hard and pressing upwards against her defiled flower, oozing both with her own wetness but now his cum. Poly screwed her eyes shut tight, just waiting for him to leave, glad it was over.\n\nIt was not over. To the horror of both of them, the door opened again. This time, it was Ricter that stepped in. Not unlike before, you could have heard an angel dancing on the head of a pin as it dropped. The stoat had been unable to restrain himself and had made his way quietly through the nuns' quarters, hoping to catch Poly in whatever penance she was still serving before midnight struck. He had been surprised to find her door unguarded but had assumed the Abbott had simply headed to his own chambers as it was late and no one would have interrupted her.\n\nHe could not believe his steel-blue eyes. Not only was Poly more enticing than he had imagined, the lace of her undergarments drawing the eye and enhancing her curves, her thighs, her breasts, but here was the head of his order engaged in deeds most unholy. The room reeked of sex, of lust, of fear. The dull red fire of the waning lanterns danced in their eyes, but even in the low light he could see the anger-tinged arousal in Rhodes eyes, and pleading desperation in Poly's. A wicked grin split his muzzle and he moved the cloth panels of his habit aside, revealing his long, growing member.\n\n``Forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin.''\n\nAt his words, Rhodes gripped Poly's wrists even tighter, pulling them behind her. This had the effect of arching her back, pushing her breasts forward, up and out from her body. He withdrew from between her legs, still-hard cock rubbing along the length of her slit. Ricter stroked himself to his full length, longer and thicker still than Rhodes had been. Poly's eyes were on it, unable to look away from the tool of her impending abuse.\n\nAs he pulled back, Rhodes' cock slipped upwards between her round, furred buttocks, finally springing up to rest against them. Whereas Rhodes had taken her from behind, Ricter stood in front of her, veined shaft extending obscenely from his waist, heavy sack hanging low beneath it. He stared directly into her eyes, his lust raw and free. He saw her fear, and fed on it. He could hear her silent pleading, and denied it. He could feel her resistance, and he conquered it.\n\nWith a swiftness and accuracy that betrayed one who had not been quite so true to his vows, the stoat knelt a bit and thrust upwards, cock pushing against her flesh for only a moment before readily sliding into her. Poly nearly cried out in pain as he stretched her even further than Rhodes had, but he quickly clamped a paw over her muzzle. Rhodes growled from behind her. ``You wouldn't want someone to find you like this, would you, Sister? No, no, that wouldn't do.''\n\nRicter started to thrust into her more energetically as the Abbott continued to hold her still. It became hard to tell where her golden fur ended and his began. He never took his steely eyes off her face, though she tried to look anywhere but back at them. She hadn't liked what she saw behind them. If Father Rhodes' had shown a raw, primal lust, there was something darker and more calculated lurking behind Ricter's.\n\nPoly nearly bit down on his hand as she felt Rhodes probe her rear. He had grabbed both of her wrists with a single large paw, and with his other had pushed his cock downwards so that it now pressed against her tailhole. She shook her head and whimpered. To be used by these men was bad enough, but she did not think she would recover if he sodomized her.\n\n``You would deny me, Sister? You would now withhold that which you revealed, nay offered to me just last night? Though it may be as a camel threading a needle, I shall enter this gate.'' As he quoted verse he did as he promised, pushing his hips forward, his cock spreading her tailhole open. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, the warmth, the tightness gripping him was beyond belief.\n\nRicter slowed his movements to allow Rhodes to enter her from behind, feeling the pressure from the intrusion into her rear now pushing through against his cock. Once it seemed the Abbott had stopped moving, he resumed his earlier thrusting, slow but methodical.\n\nPoly was lost inside her own mind. The vixen was broken. Her body continued to betray her, shivers of pleasure roiling through her. Waves of pain crashed against them from the ungodly entrance of the monk into her ass. She was a sea of confusion, guilt. She loathed these men for using her body as a vessel for their seed. She loathed herself for having ever desired to lie with Rhodes. She could not help but feel like she was now reaping what she had sowed.\n\nRhodes was reveling in the pleasure of her profane entrance, the rippling muscles squeezing the length of his cock. He started to match Ricter in rhythm, alternating their withdrawals and thrusts, feeling each other's shafts passing through the wall of her body between her holes. Despite having just cum, Rhodes suspected he would not last much longer.\n\nThe two men carried on in their depraved union of flesh, panting, grunting, groaning as they corrupted the nun between them, debasing themselves in pursuit of worldly pleasure. Rhodes felt his climax approaching and began to thrust harder, faster. His hips thudded hard into her ass, the fox's bushy tail soft against his bared stomach. Ricter took hold of her face and practically forced her to look at him. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her face becoming dark and damp as they streaked her fur.\n\nThe monk was breathing hard, his balls swinging up to slap against her each time he rammed his thick shaft into her, the slick walls of her snatch dragging outwards with each retreat, forming a seal around him. Each push inwards forced out a quiet whine. She had resigned herself to her fate. She would never again be clean; no penance could absolve her of this.\n\nThe Abbott slowed for a moment, drawing out a few long thrusts, and then shoved his hips forward with abandon. Poly's eyes popped wide, pupils narrowed as pain blasted through her. He had knotted her ass. The swollen bulbs had split her open as he locked himself inside her, pulsing to shoot his seed deep within her.\n\nRicter groaned as he realized what had happened, his movements suddenly increasing in pace until his own climax took hold, semen emptying out through his cock into her womb in what seemed like an unending pattern of blasts, the fullness eventually causing some to spurt out and run back down his cock. The three were frozen for a moment, two in an unhallowed delight, and one in abject degradation, sunk into a nadir of sorrow.\n\nThe bell tower rang out into the night. Midnight had arrived at last. Poly's penance was complete.\n\nStill swollen, Rhodes removed himself from the nun, knot stretching her to the point of bleeding, a few little streaks of bright red standing out on his now slowly softening cock. His breath was short as he came down from his peak, the realization of their actions barging in on his awareness. Ricter similarly withdrew from her, a sticky string of cum dropping down between her legs to land on the stone floor with a soft ``plap.'' Rhodes let go of her wrists and looked around for a moment before grabbing the black scapular of her habit that was hung on a hook nearby. With a wince he wiped his cock off, cleaning it roughly. Finished, he tossed the cloth to his fellow monk, who followed suit and cleaned himself off with it before dropping it onto the floor between the shaking vixen's legs.\n\nPoly didn't move.\n\nThe two took a few moments to rearrange their robes and skirts, hiding any evidence of what they had just done. Stepping in front of her, Abbott Rhodes cleared his throat. ``Will, Sister. It would seem you have some new sins to confess, do you not?''\n\nNot trusting her voice, Poly simply nodded. Her muzzle quivered as she held in her tears as best she could.\n\n``I expect to see you in my chambers tomorrow after vespers, that we may discuss any further, hm. Atonement, that you may need.''\n\nShe squinted her eyes shut and nodded again, tears welling up in glistening beads at their corners before running down the damp trails already formed there.\n\n``Come, Brother Ricter. Let us retire and allow Sister Poly her rest. The Lord's work taxes the body as well as the soul.''\n\nWith that the two quietly opened the door and slipped out, looking furtively each way down the hall to make sure they would be unobserved.\n\nOnce gone, the scream that had been stuck inside since Father Rhodes first entered her seemed to balloon, rising up to her throat...and once again got caught. She was certainly exhausted, though it had not been the Lord's Work that was going on in her room. She collapsed backwards onto her bed, the sordid mixture of fluids oozing from her defiled body pooling on the rough blanket. She lay there for a while, silent, shaking, body wracked with shame as tears flowed freely.\n\nNo scream ever came.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Jesus Party

Story by: RedRocktober

Inspired by art by: Albtraum_Wach

Poly was in her austere cell after mass, changing into her evening clothes. Her long golden hair fell free as she removed the coif and veil, the deep blue of her eyes only dull behind her glasses due to the dim lanterns in her room. She removed her black scapular and draped it on the hook next to her bed before pulling her tunic off. Exposed to the cool air in the stone room, her little pink nipples stiffened to points on her large, heavy breasts. Her undergarments, unusual for a nun and unique to her order, left her pussy uncovered as well once her tunic was off.

Nuns in this particular abbey wore an undergarment that consisted of several thin strips of leather that went over the shoulders, down between the breasts, to a small steel ring above the navel. Here they joined another strip that wrapped around the waist and held up a pair of sheer pieces of black lace that were kept open and exposed the navel, pussy, and ass. They also wore long, fingerless gloves and sheer stockings. While most monastic orders wear only plain, simple clothing to eliminate temptation and show their piety, at this order, the very sexual underclothes were worn with the intent to cause temptation for the nuns, to force them to actively work to hide and subdue the inner sin of their basic nature when they put on the plain outer tunics.

The monks of course had no idea what was under the nuns' tunics, not even the Abbot knew. They were instructed to keep it in strict secrecy and so the nuns and monks washed their garments separately. The monks actually wore nothing under their frocks and skirt-like lower coverings. The idea was similar, a reminder that under the veneer of piety, they are but flesh, flesh with desires that must be reigned in and hidden.

Unfortunately for Poly, her ``inner sin'' made its way to the surface this evening. The yellow-furred vixen found that she was aroused. The Abbot's sermon at mass was vigorous and captivating, and she was drawn to the power of his presence. She started to picture herself in his room, kneeling as though to pray but the altar was his loins. Her paw slipped down to push against her snatch, which was becoming wetter with each passing moment. In her mind the Abbot lifted his robes, revealing his canine cock to her, commanding her to pay tribute with her mouth.

Poly nearly slipped a digit inside herself before she realized what she was doing. Deeply ashamed, and still clad in only her revealing underclothes, she knelt next to her bed. She wrapped her long, fluffy tail around herself as though to cover up her shame, though it also had the effect of revealing her full rump and her tailhole.

She started muttering a prayer, begging for forgiveness and the strength to control her desires. Lost in supplication, focused only on redemption as well as the embarrassment she knew she would have to face a second time tomorrow when she confessed to the Abbess, she didn't hear the footsteps in the hall.

Rhodes was a tall husky, lanky, dark gray and white fur nearly matching the drab Abbot's frock and skirt. Poly had seemed distracted during mass, nearly missing several of her cues to light candles, or bring the incense. Her eyes had been distant, except when they met his over the table during Communion. He was concerned with what could have possibly been holding her attention. He wasn't angry, it truly was concern for her, as she was normally very devout and focused in her duties. He thought surely something serious must be going on to take her attention so.

He wanted to speak with her quickly before he had to get back to the chapel for vespers. Rhodes forgot that Poly didn't serve for vespers on Sundays and didn't even think for a second she might be changing; he assumed she had simply returned to her cell for a moment of respite between services. Rapping on the heavy wooden door with his knuckles, he did not wait for an answer and pushed it inwards. ``Poly, a moment if I may, I -''

The scent hit him first, the unmistakable scent- even for a celibate monk- of arousal. A vixen in heat produces powerful pheromones indeed. The second thing to enter his awareness was the sight of her tail hole. Poly was knelt down in front of her bed, leaning over with her still gloved elbows on it, causing her round butt to stick out somewhat, the furred cheeks spread to reveal the most taboo part of her. Below that, the fur on her inner thighs was matted and damp, wet from her arousal. The pink of her lips was just barely visible from his vantage point.

Rhodes stood still as a statue, and his cock was immediately as hard as one, extending quickly from his sheath. His bright red eyes finally unlocked from her puckered rear entrance and took in the rest of her body, the curves from her ample buttocks leading up to the enticing undergarment that accentuated her waist. Her breasts were large enough that their fullness was visible to either side of her body.

Poly's head whipped around and her eyes met his, the red irises seeming to smolder and burn in the flickering light. Or was that something else she saw burning in them? ``Abbot Rhodes, please! I am in prayer!'' she tried to cry out, but it came as more of a hoarse whisper, her throat caught up with the conflict inside. Her belly was in turmoil, her mind racing with seemingly shouted thoughts back and forth at each other; she was angry that he had barged in, she was embarrassed that he was seeing her like this, she was suddenly more aroused than ever that her intimate features were exposed to the man she had only just been lusting after, which only served to plunge her deeper into shame and guilt. Despite this, she made no move, not even to cover her holes with her tail.

Was it Rhodes' imagination, or did she seem to actually lean forward just a little more, poking her luscious butt even farther out, exposing her tailhole even more? Finally, the husky managed to get a hold of himself.

``Of course, Sister Poly. Forgive my intrusion.'' he said, bowing deep to show his own remorse as he stepped backwards out of the nun's cell and closed the door. Taking a quick look each way down the hall he reached under his skirt and tucked his thick, throbbing cock up under the belt that kept his frock closed, the thin bit of cloth that was today thicker than the threadbare control he was struggling to keep on his lust. Visions of the vixen's welcoming entrances filled his mind, the sight of her kneeling in nearly nude supplication seared forever into his mind's eye. Rhodes knew it was going to be exceedingly difficult to lead the vespers that evening.

As soon as Rhodes left, Poly closed her eyes and took five slow, deep breaths. It was no use. Despite the fact that she had only looked at his eyes, she had been excruciatingly aware of the monk's immediate and intense arousal. It would have been almost impossible for her not to notice the tent that had formed in his habit, and particularly how large it was. Her nose was as sensitive as his, and she could smell his pheromones that had seemed to suddenly fill her small quarters, mingling with her own scent in a heady, intoxicating aroma.

She knew it was exceedingly sinful, but she gave in. Poly practically threw herself on the bed, legs wide. Overcome with arousal she voraciously pleasured herself, dipping her fingers in and out, pressing against her clit, rubbing it in circles. It was difficult to keep her muzzle clamped shut to keep from yipping as she worked herself towards orgasm with the ferocity that comes with denying one self for so long. Her free paw busied itself twisting her nipples, the pain a sharp contrast to the pleasure radiating from her loins. Nearing her climax, she recalled how open and exposed she had been, her most secret parts vulnerable and visible to the Abbott when he'd burst in the her room. It planted more than the seed of desire. She almost needed him to open her up, to take her in sin.

She imagined him doing just that, of finding her once more in prayer, but instead of sending him out Poly invited him in. In her mind, he knelt down behind her, lifting his habit over his waist and pushing his husky cock against her slick entrance, stretching that virgin hole wide around his shaft. Picturing what it would be like to have him knot her, she pushed her fingers in and gasped, ecstasy washing over her as her climax hit and she came hard. Her body writhed and convulsed against the bed, her hole spasming around her fingers. The nun bit her lip to keep herself silent, but not before letting a single ``yip!'' out of her muzzle that echoed in the small chamber.

Exhausted, riddled with shame, she buried her face in her rough pillow, glasses pushing into her brow, and quickly wetting it with tears. Her desires to be pious and good were at war with her sudden desire to be used in service to the Abbot's worldly needs. She fell asleep with her paws under her head, the musk of her body that permeated the room was strong on her fingers and led to a series of increasingly depraved dreams that seemed to cause her to awake for morning prayers even more aroused than before she had satiated herself.

As soon as the morning prayers and meal was finished, Poly went to see the head of her order, the Abbess. She needed to confess sooner rather than later, and hope that absolution would help purge the desires from her mind. She arrived at the confessional just in time to see Marilyn, the badger who had been Abbess probably longer than Poly's nearly 30 years of life, step into one side of the wooden booth and close her door. Tail swishing with agitation, Poly waited a few moments to allow the woman to get situated before she stepped into the other side of the confessional.

As she turned around to close the door and sit on the little bench, she saw Father Rhodes stooping down to enter the confessional across the way and take his place to hear the confessions of any monks that may need it. Her heart rate went up and her stomach dropped for a moment, a fantasy flashing through her mind of slowly sucking his cock beneath his skirt as he assured pardon to other sinful monks, but she got herself under control. Poly sat down, and began the ritual self cleansing.

``Forgive me, Mother, for I have sinned.'' Her soft voice trembled as she worked to maintain her composure.

The older nun began the Sacrament of Penance with a short prayer and a Psalm. Her aged voice low and husky, she said from the other side of the screen ``What is it, my child? Through our Lord all things can be forgiven, provided you repent in earnest.''

Swallowing hard, Poly took a few deep breaths. ``I have committed the sin of lust. I allowed impure thoughts to take hold of me, and in a moment of weakness, I touched myself.''

There was a long pause.

``And did you otherwise act on this lust? Lie with the one for whom you lusted?''

``No, Mother Marilyn. I swear it.''

``Have you taken other Sacraments since committing this grave sin?'' she asked.

``No, Mother Marilyn. I was taken by these thoughts while alone in my own room, just last night. I came to confess as early as I was able.''

There was a grumble of approval from the old badger. ``While lust is a mortal sin, we are all but flesh, my child. You have shown contrition by confessing so quickly. Your penance must be twofold, to cleanse the mind and strengthen the body. Return to your quarters and recite the Lord's Prayer until the bell for the afternoon meal. Tonight, after vespers, you shall stand in your cell with nothing but your consecrated underclothes. Stand facing the East with your legs apart and tail held high. But you must purge your mind of all thought, and resist any temptation that may come. Do this until the midnight chimes. You must learn to control your body and your mind, rather than allow it to control you. Do you understand?''

Poly's face scrunched up in confusion at this penance. After a moment she realized it did seem in line with the order's method of actually creating the temptation to force the nuns to learn how to control them, rather than to try to ignore them. The young fox was determined to use her time constructively and try to purge her lust from her mind.

``Yes, Mother Marilyn. I have one question though,'' she asked.

``Of course, child. What is it?''

``What if someone should enter my room while I am carrying out my penance? I would...I would not want to be the temptation that leads another astray because of my own sin.''

``Very considerate of you. You shall surely be absolved. I will station someone outside your door with only the instruction that none should enter before the midnight bells, lest they interrupt your penance. Your soul would be on their paws; I'm sure that will suffice.''

Though she knew the Abbess couldn't see, Poly nodded her head once, resolved to carry out the tasks she had been given. ``Thank you, Mother Marilyn.''

``If that is all, then I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Go in peace.''

During the evening meal, Rhodes stopped by the long trestle table where Brother Ricter was sitting, about to dig in to his own meal of lentil stew and dark bread. ``Brother Ricter, would you mind taking your meal with me in the priory offices? I have some liturgical thoughts I'd like to discuss with you.''

``Oh, of course Father Rhodes,'' the stoat replied. He succeeded in hiding his delight at being asked for his theological input from the Abbot. They were friends, as close as monks could get of course, but it was unusual for the husky to ask to discuss services outside of their scheduled meeting hours. Nonetheless he had no reason to suspect this would be anything but a productive meal discussing meaningful topics of religious import.

He was somewhat right, as the prime topic was to be the Abbot's mortal soul and the current peril it was facing. After all to whom does the confessor confess? Rhodes could not go to Mother Marilyn as he usually would with his petty sins. This was beyond the hubris inherent in a position of power, or something silly like the gluttony of taking a second bit of bread with his meal. He needed to tell someone, and knew he could confide in his friend Ricter.

They walked in silence to the small offices behind the sanctuary, which contained a simple wooden desk and a few chairs. The walls were sparsely adorned, though the wall behind the desk was covered with a faded tapestry woven through with many of the icons and symbols holy to their order.

They sat, Rhodes in the chair behind the desk, and Ricter in the chair closest too it. He tried balancing his tray on his lap but almost spilled his stew.

Rhodes quickly shuffled some papers to the side of the desk. ``Come, brother, pull the chair up. No need to struggle, there is room on the desk for both our dinners.''

Ricter dipped his head in a quick bow, round golden ears flattening to his head for a moment to show his thanks. He found that he was quite hungry and dove into his meal.

The Abbot was more reserved, clearly something on his mind. After half-heartedly dipping the bread in the stew and nibbling at it he finally decided to lay it out.

``First, I must ask your forgiveness. I misled you about why I wished to speak to you privately.'' His mouth was turned up at one corner in a wry but apologetic smile.

The yellow stoat dabbed his muzzle with the cloth napkin he'd brought with him. ``No forgiveness is needed, Father, I trust that you have good reason for discretion.''

Rhodes sighed, his tall pointed ears straight out to the side. After a moment of hesitation he opened up.

``I should not put the weight of my sin upon you but I did not feel I could go to Abbess Marilyn with this... I have committed the grave sin of lust and self abuse...''

He paused, bright red eyes lowered so as not to see the reaction from his friend. Ricter's voice was firm, but kind, and betrayed no shock or judgment on his part.

``We are all but flesh, Father. Tell me the nature of the temptation that we may together find a penance that will help you overcome and control your desire. Or perhaps we can remove the source that it does not lead you astray again.''

Rhodes winced, and had his face not been hidden behind his gray and white fur, it would have been flush, almost as crimson as his irises. He deeply appreciated Ricter's willingness- almost eagerness?- to help him work through this.

``I made a mistake yesterday, between mass and vespers. I went to speak with a nun in her quarters, one who had seemed very distracted during the service. In retrospect, I of course should have simply informed Mother Marilyn and been done. But, I didn't. I opened the door to find her kneeling, deep in prayer.''

Rhodes trailed off, still unwilling to meet the stoat's light blue eyes. After it became clear that he wasn't going to go on, Ricter spoke up again.

``I'm sure she would understand a simple mistake. Though rude, it is hardly a sin that must be kept secret to interrupt a nun's prayer. I'm sure that if you but apologize, she-''

The Abbot cut him off with a wave of his paw, shaking his head.

``She was kneeling, leaning against her bed to face away from the door. She had removed her habit. Or at least, she had removed her tunic.''

This time when he paused, the other monk did not chime in, obviously waiting for the husky to finish.

``I saw everything, Ricter,'' Rhodes continued, dropping the honorific ``Brother'' in his flustered state. ``She wasn't nude, but might as well have been. Her tail was wrapped around her front. I could see her entrances. I could smell her. God save me but I swear she was herself deep in lust, likely why she had dropped to pray. And in that moment I wanted nothing more than to kneel behind her and take her... To sodomize her. To plant my seed where the Lord forbade.'' His confession was pouring forth now. He almost forgot he was talking to someone else, his vision was so obscured by the memory of Poly's full figure, open and seeming to draw him in.

``Her fur was damp, on her thighs. She was clearly in need. I could see the pink skin of it. I desired to slide in there, first, to coat my rod in her wetness. Then, grabbing hold of her long, golden hair, I would have sodomized her. I would have rutted into her tail hole until I knotted and emptied myself inside. This is the vision that took me. Of course, I had to go lead vespers. As soon as everyone had filed out, however, I was overcome with the lust and I pulled myself out, there in the chapel. I stroked until I spilled my seed on the ground behind the lectern. Wracked with shame I could not bear to remain to even clean it up; there may yet be a stain there for me to clean before tonight's service.''

Finally done, Rhodes found he did not feel better for the confession, but instead was once again extremely aroused, on the verge of needing to stroke himself off again.

Ricter finally asked, with a hoarse voice, ``Who was the nun?''

No secrets really left to hide, the Abbot quickly told him it was Poly.

``The Abbess has asked me to stand outside Sister Poly's cell tonight, from vespers until midnight, to make sure none interrupt her penance,'' the monk informed his superior.

Rhodes' eyes snapped up then, mind racing with the implications of that. Poly was performing some penance that must not be interrupted? If she had confessed this morning to Mother Marilyn for simple lustful thinking, likely an hour or two of prayer with a rosary would have sufficed. He suspected she had succumbed as he had, pleasuring herself to wild fantasies.

Concern for his friend took over. Rhodes had now brought another into his sin, and he was worried Ricter would be tempted to enter the nun's cell while she served whatever penance had been assigned. His eyes fell a little and he smirked as he realized the stoat had tented the monk's habit as fully as he had. Though the Brother's hands remained outside his robes, they were gripping his tray tightly, clearly struggling to keep from addressing his arousal.

``Brother Ricter, I cannot abide pawning my temptation off onto you.'' His curled husky tail wagged ever so slightly behind him. ``I shall take your place. It shall be my own penance, to place myself near the source of my sin, that I might overcome it and be stronger for it.''

The stoat's blue eyes narrowed and his long tail flicked twice as he almost argued. His mind was filled with fantasies of entering Poly's room while she was doing whatever had been assigned, hoping to catch a glimpse of the same thing Father Rhodes had, or better yet satisfy himself with her. He shook his head to clear it, then bowed.

``Of course, Father. I defer to your wisdom.''

As the monks and nuns left the chapel after vespers, they muttered to each other about the service. There had been an unusual tension in the chapel that evening. Nothing that anyone could pinpoint, but it did seem that Father Rhodes, Brother Ricter, and Sister Poly had all be particularly stiff and precise in their performance of their duties. Those who had been in the first couple of pews found themselves hurrying out, working hard to quell their arousal. They had been able to smell the heat of the three, but could not admit as much to anyone or else have to admit how it affected them.

Poly also went quickly back to her cell. She had not been surprised that Father Rhodes had been so clearly aroused, but her nose had told her that the young stoat Ricter had been as well. Did the Abbott tell him? Surely not...but perhaps Rhodes had confessed to him instead of the Abbess. It made some sense.

The two had been unable to look each other in the eye, Rhodes always seeming to gaze at something off in the distance above her head. For a moment their eyes had met, fire and ice, and both had to suppress a shiver. Poly had frowned when she noticed Ricter looking at her, his light blue eyes seeming to hide something dark behind them. She did her best to simply ignore his gaze the rest of the service.

Back in her room, the fox began her penance. She disrobed except for her undergarments. The sheer stockings, the fingerless gloves, the leather straps and lacy panels. Her large breasts hung in front of her, nipples crinkled and pointed from both the cool air in the room and her continued arousal. Recalling Mother Marilyn's other command she spread her legs a bit past shoulder width and lifted her tail high. She was facing East. In this convent, the doors to all the nuns' cells faced East that they might rise and go to greet the sun in the morning, and face its setting in nightly prayer.

She stood with her hands at her sides and tried to breathe slowly, calming herself. Her yellow, pointed ears stood straight up as she heard footsteps in the hallway, heavy, not the other nuns. The stopped just outside her door. Poly's heart rate went up, but the footsteps sort of shuffled there, and then it was silent. ``That must be my warden for the evening'' she realized. She touched the heavy silver cross on her neck for comfort, then returned to her task of purging her mind of its lust.

The fur on her inner thighs was damp from her arousal all through the evening service; she could feel where it was as the warm fluid cooled in the air. Images of Father Rhodes kept intruding and she struggled to push them out. After what seemed like an age, but truly was only about an hour, she had largely succeeded. Her breathing was normal, breasts rising and falling in rhythm. Her wetness had dried, though her small room was still pungent with her pheromones.

Another hour passed, the bell tower informing the abbey that it was now 11 o clock. Poly smiled, only an hour left! She allowed herself a test, picturing once more Father Rhodes as he delivered his sermon from the other day, vigorous and passionate. She felt only the barest twinge of desire, nothing close to the unbridled lust that had struck her before. With a sigh she closed her eyes once more, confident she could complete her task and that her sin would indeed be forgiven.

Though Poly may have been able to overcome her lust, the opposite was true of Rhodes. He had stood there for hours, fighting with himself. Tendrils of Poly's scent seemed to come from under the door, tickling his nose and sparking his need. Finally, as the bell was halfway through chiming the 11th hour, he gave in. Taking a quick look each way down the hall, he listened with his sensitive husky ears for anyone else. It seemed that the nuns were in their rooms asleep or working quietly in solitude. Likely reading, praying, writing. Using the bell to cover the sound, he quickly turned and opened the wooden door just a bit, slipping in and shutting it behind him.

Poly's eyes snapped open, locked on the figure before her. The tall monk took her body in again, this time from the front. Her large breasts, her narrow waist, her ample thighs spread to reveal the soft pink folds between them. She didn't speak. He didn't speak. His immediate erection was only hidden because he had once again tucked his sheath under his belt in case he became aroused while guarding the door and anyone had walked by. He was right to have done so, several nuns had passed him in the hallway. If they were surprised to see him there they merely bowed their heads in a gesture of respect and continued on their way.

Seconds seemed to become hours, compressed back into micromoments. Poly recalled Mother Marilyn's words. ``Resist any temptation that may come.'' Well, temptation was here, in the form of a tall husky, the Abbott of the monastery, the earthly conduit of God and His Will. She was once more at war with herself. Her desire to give in and take this man into her, her genuine wish to remain pious and pure. The command from the Abbess to resist, battling with the silent commands from his red eyes to submit.

Rhodes finally shattered the frozen moment, reached a paw out, shaking, and touched her left breast. Her eyes fluttered as he kneaded the soft flesh. The final bridge had been crossed and was aflame behind him; there was no turning back now. He could only go forward. His mind was consumed with lust, a thousand images ripping through it of coupling with this nun that stood nearly naked in front of him.

His only awareness now was his need. Eyes practically blazing in the dim light from the remaining lanterns in the small stone room, Rhodes stepped forward and into her space. He grabbed a hold of her other breast, his gentle, almost tender touch suddenly turning to a fumbling, desperate grope. The vixen whimpered, but did not deny him. Her blue eyes were cold behind the lenses of her glasses, but he either did not notice or did not care.

The monk's cock was practically throbbing beneath his habit, straining for freedom and relief. His heart was racing, seeming to pump blood away from his head so his thought became clouded and with a singular purpose. Poly's chest practically heaved as she breathed, terrified of what was to come, but equally terrified of the nugget of need inside her that yearned for it.

Finally he spoke. ``Is this your how you show your contrition, then? To tempt a man of God into breaking his vows?''

Voice quivering she replied, ``Yes Father. I mean, no, Father. I mean, I am serving my penance but it was not to tempt you.''

``And yet here you stand, bare and spread. What am I to assume but you spend your evenings in the hopes that this very event may come to pass?''

Her voice nearly caught in her throat; it was as dry as her snatch was wet. ``Yes, Father'' her words betrayed her. ``I mean no, Father.''

Throughout this exchange his paws had moved, caressing her tits, moving slowly down her body, stroking the soft yellow fur. They were on her hips now, thumbs tracing the ``vee'' of the bones towards her mound, fingers digging into her plump cheeks.

``You have made a mockery of my faith, Sister. You stand unclothed, unabashed, unashamed, before man and God. If your goal is not my corruption, then resist.'' Though he was speaking to Poly, he was admonishing himself. Some final piece of him wished she would indeed resist, stopping this evil. But he knew it was far too late for that; his fate was secured.

Poly did not move.

As though the flames of Hell itself rose up to swallow the monk, his lust consumed him and he stepped around her to stand behind the golden-furred fox. With a growl he shoved the skirt of his habit down, his canine cock springing free and extended fully from his sheath. Roughly, he took hold of her gloved wrists and moved forward, thick tip poking clumsily between her thighs. The heat from her pussy washed over his rod, the top of his shaft becoming quickly coated in her body's lubrication. At last he found his mark and buried himself in her.

Poly's mouth opened in a silent scream. She could not bear it. Just the day before she had thought she wanted nothing more than to pleasure the holy husky, but now that the moment had arrived all she could do was hope that he finished quickly. His movements were quick and stuttering, the unpracticed motions of a formerly celibate monk, his only thoughts on satiating his own needs.

His hips thudded quietly into her plush cheeks as he nearly bottomed out inside her, knot pressing against the tight ring of her hole. Poly once again remembered Mother Marilyn's words, to resist any temptation. She no longer needed to resist temptation, as it had soured in sweaty reality. Rhodes' breath was hot on the back of her head, causing her ears to twitch as it tickled them. His cock was thick, stretching her more than she though she could take, but take it she did.

It seemed that at least her silent prayer that he be finished quickly was answered. She felt him shudder and he grunted, the guttural sound signaling his climax as he emptied his seed into her, cock pulsing and spasming.

With a groaned ``Holy fuck'' he withdrew his oversensitive shaft from her. It did not lose its rigidity, stubbornly remaining hard and pressing upwards against her defiled flower, oozing both with her own wetness but now his cum. Poly screwed her eyes shut tight, just waiting for him to leave, glad it was over.

It was not over. To the horror of both of them, the door opened again. This time, it was Ricter that stepped in. Not unlike before, you could have heard an angel dancing on the head of a pin as it dropped. The stoat had been unable to restrain himself and had made his way quietly through the nuns' quarters, hoping to catch Poly in whatever penance she was still serving before midnight struck. He had been surprised to find her door unguarded but had assumed the Abbott had simply headed to his own chambers as it was late and no one would have interrupted her.

He could not believe his steel-blue eyes. Not only was Poly more enticing than he had imagined, the lace of her undergarments drawing the eye and enhancing her curves, her thighs, her breasts, but here was the head of his order engaged in deeds most unholy. The room reeked of sex, of lust, of fear. The dull red fire of the waning lanterns danced in their eyes, but even in the low light he could see the anger-tinged arousal in Rhodes eyes, and pleading desperation in Poly's. A wicked grin split his muzzle and he moved the cloth panels of his habit aside, revealing his long, growing member.

``Forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin.''

At his words, Rhodes gripped Poly's wrists even tighter, pulling them behind her. This had the effect of arching her back, pushing her breasts forward, up and out from her body. He withdrew from between her legs, still-hard cock rubbing along the length of her slit. Ricter stroked himself to his full length, longer and thicker still than Rhodes had been. Poly's eyes were on it, unable to look away from the tool of her impending abuse.

As he pulled back, Rhodes' cock slipped upwards between her round, furred buttocks, finally springing up to rest against them. Whereas Rhodes had taken her from behind, Ricter stood in front of her, veined shaft extending obscenely from his waist, heavy sack hanging low beneath it. He stared directly into her eyes, his lust raw and free. He saw her fear, and fed on it. He could hear her silent pleading, and denied it. He could feel her resistance, and he conquered it.

With a swiftness and accuracy that betrayed one who had not been quite so true to his vows, the stoat knelt a bit and thrust upwards, cock pushing against her flesh for only a moment before readily sliding into her. Poly nearly cried out in pain as he stretched her even further than Rhodes had, but he quickly clamped a paw over her muzzle. Rhodes growled from behind her. ``You wouldn't want someone to find you like this, would you, Sister? No, no, that wouldn't do.''

Ricter started to thrust into her more energetically as the Abbott continued to hold her still. It became hard to tell where her golden fur ended and his began. He never took his steely eyes off her face, though she tried to look anywhere but back at them. She hadn't liked what she saw behind them. If Father Rhodes' had shown a raw, primal lust, there was something darker and more calculated lurking behind Ricter's.

Poly nearly bit down on his hand as she felt Rhodes probe her rear. He had grabbed both of her wrists with a single large paw, and with his other had pushed his cock downwards so that it now pressed against her tailhole. She shook her head and whimpered. To be used by these men was bad enough, but she did not think she would recover if he sodomized her.

``You would deny me, Sister? You would now withhold that which you revealed, nay offered to me just last night? Though it may be as a camel threading a needle, I shall enter this gate.'' As he quoted verse he did as he promised, pushing his hips forward, his cock spreading her tailhole open. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, the warmth, the tightness gripping him was beyond belief.

Ricter slowed his movements to allow Rhodes to enter her from behind, feeling the pressure from the intrusion into her rear now pushing through against his cock. Once it seemed the Abbott had stopped moving, he resumed his earlier thrusting, slow but methodical.

Poly was lost inside her own mind. The vixen was broken. Her body continued to betray her, shivers of pleasure roiling through her. Waves of pain crashed against them from the ungodly entrance of the monk into her ass. She was a sea of confusion, guilt. She loathed these men for using her body as a vessel for their seed. She loathed herself for having ever desired to lie with Rhodes. She could not help but feel like she was now reaping what she had sowed.

Rhodes was reveling in the pleasure of her profane entrance, the rippling muscles squeezing the length of his cock. He started to match Ricter in rhythm, alternating their withdrawals and thrusts, feeling each other's shafts passing through the wall of her body between her holes. Despite having just cum, Rhodes suspected he would not last much longer.

The two men carried on in their depraved union of flesh, panting, grunting, groaning as they corrupted the nun between them, debasing themselves in pursuit of worldly pleasure. Rhodes felt his climax approaching and began to thrust harder, faster. His hips thudded hard into her ass, the fox's bushy tail soft against his bared stomach. Ricter took hold of her face and practically forced her to look at him. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her face becoming dark and damp as they streaked her fur.

The monk was breathing hard, his balls swinging up to slap against her each time he rammed his thick shaft into her, the slick walls of her snatch dragging outwards with each retreat, forming a seal around him. Each push inwards forced out a quiet whine. She had resigned herself to her fate. She would never again be clean; no penance could absolve her of this.

The Abbott slowed for a moment, drawing out a few long thrusts, and then shoved his hips forward with abandon. Poly's eyes popped wide, pupils narrowed as pain blasted through her. He had knotted her ass. The swollen bulbs had split her open as he locked himself inside her, pulsing to shoot his seed deep within her.

Ricter groaned as he realized what had happened, his movements suddenly increasing in pace until his own climax took hold, semen emptying out through his cock into her womb in what seemed like an unending pattern of blasts, the fullness eventually causing some to spurt out and run back down his cock. The three were frozen for a moment, two in an unhallowed delight, and one in abject degradation, sunk into a nadir of sorrow.

The bell tower rang out into the night. Midnight had arrived at last. Poly's penance was complete.

Still swollen, Rhodes removed himself from the nun, knot stretching her to the point of bleeding, a few little streaks of bright red standing out on his now slowly softening cock. His breath was short as he came down from his peak, the realization of their actions barging in on his awareness. Ricter similarly withdrew from her, a sticky string of cum dropping down between her legs to land on the stone floor with a soft ``plap.'' Rhodes let go of her wrists and looked around for a moment before grabbing the black scapular of her habit that was hung on a hook nearby. With a wince he wiped his cock off, cleaning it roughly. Finished, he tossed the cloth to his fellow monk, who followed suit and cleaned himself off with it before dropping it onto the floor between the shaking vixen's legs.

Poly didn't move.

The two took a few moments to rearrange their robes and skirts, hiding any evidence of what they had just done. Stepping in front of her, Abbott Rhodes cleared his throat. ``Will, Sister. It would seem you have some new sins to confess, do you not?''

Not trusting her voice, Poly simply nodded. Her muzzle quivered as she held in her tears as best she could.

``I expect to see you in my chambers tomorrow after vespers, that we may discuss any further, hm. Atonement, that you may need.''

She squinted her eyes shut and nodded again, tears welling up in glistening beads at their corners before running down the damp trails already formed there.

``Come, Brother Ricter. Let us retire and allow Sister Poly her rest. The Lord's work taxes the body as well as the soul.''

With that the two quietly opened the door and slipped out, looking furtively each way down the hall to make sure they would be unobserved.

Once gone, the scream that had been stuck inside since Father Rhodes first entered her seemed to balloon, rising up to her throat...and once again got caught. She was certainly exhausted, though it had not been the Lord's Work that was going on in her room. She collapsed backwards onto her bed, the sordid mixture of fluids oozing from her defiled body pooling on the rough blanket. She lay there for a while, silent, shaking, body wracked with shame as tears flowed freely.

No scream ever came.

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