Our Goddess, Celestia, Hallowed Be Thy Name...
Another day in the chapel. Normal, as if any other. The grandiose ceilings and elaborate stained glass...all certainly a sight to behold; it speaks of the veracity of your congregation of ponies to provide only the finest of buildings to worship the Sun. You have been a great boon for the Equestrian Church, reforming it into the professional sin-cleaning organization it is today. Your sermons and teachings became so popular that ponies from as far as Appleloosa come to be awed by the grandeur of your house of worship.
However the gothic architecture did not echo any joyous voices of singing crowds. Rather, it currently reflects the gasps of a foal and the anxious pleading of her sister. Knowing how important it was to nip any seeds of sin in the bud, you were happy to make a personal appointment available for the Element's younger sibling. It isn't abnormal for your Priests to take care of these sorts of issues, but some fillies required a...human touch. With the pews empty and the altar clear, you prepare to begin your counseling.
"Now then, Holy Rarity, Most Worshipful Element of Generosity, how is it that the humble servant of the Sun might help you today?"
The answer is obvious. Sweetie Belle stands at her sister's side, panting as if in an oven.
"Your Excellency, my Bishop, first let me thank you for seeing dear little Sweetie Belle on such short notice."
"Of course, my Lady. I understand that the young one has been...experimenting?"
"Yes, I've caught her with a rather shapely carrot, toying with her...her...wet..." Rarity bites her bottom lip, unable to finish the sentence.
"It is quite alright, my Lady. I understand. The claws of temptation always grab the foals hardest when going through their first few heats." you look towards the filly. "How are you feeling right now, my little mare?"
"H-hot. So hot..." Sweetie Belle mewls as thin stream of filly-pre falls to the floor.
"Goodness, presenting infront of your Bishop! What lewdness is this, that sears the mind of foals with such human lust?"
"I...understand her pain. I, too, was quite the same before the Church's salvation. The stallions I've hurt in my quest to satisfy my sin, all the wasted time I could have been serving the Goddesses..." Rarity looks to the altar steps with shame. "The mares in my family always seem to have particularly aggressive...monthlies. But thanks to you, your Excellency, my heart is now filled with the warmth of our Sun, sending the sin of the world into Moon's Eclipse." her face brightens, "This is why I have brought her to you, the only man who can possibly hope to exorcise the demons from her mind. Please, help her...you must, Lest she travel down the path of vice and carnal sin out of wedlock..."
Rarity finishes with tears forming in her eyes.
"Of course, my Lady. It is my Holy Duty. Her soul shall be kept pure; discordian sin shall know its place once my sacred task is completed." you reach over, picking up the startled foal. Ponies have always been quite small, fillies moreso, and you never had an issue placing them within the couch of your arm. You sit back onto a hoof-crafted ceremonial chair set up near the altar. Gently rocking her in your embrace, you look over her shivering form while her nethers soak the sleeve of your robes with yet another squirt of juice.
"Sweetie Belle! In the arms of His Excellency?! Control yourself, dear sister, for the sake of Her almighty Sun!"
Sweetie's eyes tear up, darting from your now-wet frock to your face, to her sister, then back once more.
"I...I'm sorry! I just can't help it. He's so... I'm so....I can't..." Sweetie Belle coils into herself slightly. The poor little darling must be moments away from bawling her eyes out from embarrassment.
"Now now, my little angel," you tut softly, silencing her. "This is why you are here. Do not be scared. With Her love, we will prevail over the forces of Discord and sin this day, together." you cast a reverent gaze towards a large oil portrait of Celestia proudly hanging behind your altar before returning to the gasping foal. "Wouldn't you like to feel better, my little filly?"
Her innocent eyes lock onto you.
Her erratic breath slows.
"Uh-huh." Sweetie calms slowly, unable to say another word while lost in your masculine features. She subconsciously welcomes your touch along her bodice, and altogether her instincts finally realize that there is a handsome male holding her in his grasp.
...and relief about to come to her.
"Very good. Now, let us get started immediately. My Lady, would you honor me by passing the bottle of holy oils close?"
Rarity, previously too engrossed with admiring your grace and confidence, shakes her mind clear.
"O-of course! Here you are, Bishop." An ornate glass bottle, filled to the brim with oils blessed by your own touch, floats toward your side and atop the altar. As you reach for it, a single squelch permeates the air.
You look down.
The filly has started to wink.
"We must make haste. My Lady, please remain silent unless asked. I must have total focus to deal with such an instant familiar of lust." Taking the glass bottle, you pour its contents generously along the foal...although not where she is expecting it. She shivers as the cool oils flow readily over her ebon anus.You place a finger under the stream, making sure to saturate it thoroughly.
"Goddess Celestia, mover of the Universe, bringer of the Warmth that guides our souls, see fit in Your Sacred Heart to free this filly from all things Discord." you begin to trail your finger across her puckered rim and feel it twitch. Tracing a circle, you smear a healthy amount towards her petite chasm.
"In Your everlasting mercy, lift this innocent foal-turned-mare above the seas of temptation, from the drowning depths of lust,"
Sweetie Belle groans as you begin to press harder against her ring, writhing in your lap.
"...and into the warmth of the Sun."
You insert your first knuckle as the foal groans loudly to the heavens.
"Oh, Celestia!" she twitches. Another stream of yellowish filly-pre coats the rest of your hand. You simply shake your head. Looks like the foal will be requiring a strong blessing.
"Ohhh, your Excellency...that...that's not my..."
"Relax, Sweetie Belle, relax," you coo softly, giving your digit a slight wiggle. "Fillies must be kept pure. You're doing just fine."
"O-Okay..."
The filly clenches her eyes shut, feeling you slide further past her spasming sphincter. Her tail flicks in random directions. It doesn't take long before she's squirming in your arms.
"Ahh! Something...something is...!
"Let it all out, Sweetie Belle. You must."
With a scream, the young mare thickly coats your hand and vestment with a soupy orgasm. You expertly take the opportunity to shove the rest of your finger inside, swirling it and massaging her clamping anus muscles. Squirt after squirt, the filly excretes her sin.
"Ahh...ahhh!"
After her startlingly large orgasm tapers off, the filly lies gasping atop your lap. You simply observe her, watching for any remnants of lust.
"Is she finished? Has she been freed?" Rarity inquires with a peep, awed by your masterful work.
"Perhaps. We must wait to see if she'll-" a fleshy squelch interrupts you as Sweetie's fillyhood winks once more.
"Sweetie Belle! Still so full of sin! Oh your Excellency, what are we to do?!" The Lady pleads, looking to you for any answer.
"She is, indeed, still quite consumed. Do not worry. I have much experience dealing with the exorcism of sin; I anticipated such a strong reaction when her lust responded to me, presenting for me, beckoning me to falter. But my task is clear. She will be cleansed, in Celestia's name." Reaching over, you take a blessed cloth from atop the altar and clean the foal of her shameful fluids. Using them to lubricate any further ministrations instead of holy oils would only lead to the re-absorption of lust, and you can't have that happen.
After Sweetie Belle is sufficiently clean, you pour holy oil along her anus once more, asking for Celestia's blessings for another attempt. Your finger, still inside the tight heat of Sweetie's barren hole, begins to piston back and forth. Once more the foal groans, no doubt feeling the fires of Tartarus lapping at her soul. The sound tugs at your heartstrings. You will save her, if it was the last thing you did.
Relentlessly, your finger drives into her tight tunnel. The blistering warmth sears your digit as you spread sacred oils further and further within Sweetie's bowels. Your arm holds Sweetie close, unwilling to let her fall. Her onyx fillyhood winks, pleading for you to simply succumb and impregnate the now-fertile foal. But you outlast her; another series of contractions starts to build.
You lock eyes with Sweetie Belle and she gives you a powerful, marish snort of hot air; a challenge of wills that calls for drastic measures.
"Do you want me?" you bluntly inquire, startling both the filly and her sister. "Does your sin drive you to beg for my seed? To be filled with my essence?"
The foal moans, nodding her head exaggeratedly while never leaving your eyes. You feel her lust now, and are determined to pull its remnants forth with your working finger.
"Then cum for me, Sweetie," you gently say, placing your thumb against her rapidly-winking slit, "Cum, and let out all of that hot, painful sin."
The foal's breathing is ragged as she heaves, reflexively expelling the heat of her shameful desires.
Close, so very close...
"Cum." you command with a whisper, giving her nub a soft flick with your thumb. It's all the foal needs to unleash her reservoir of lust. Sweetie Belle forgoes your title and screams your name, babbling worshipful longings to The Goddess as wave after wave of fillycum pours from her burning sex.
"That's it, my dearest Sweetie Belle." Reflexively, you clutch her close and don't stop your overworked fingers for even an instant. "Keep going. For your sister. For Celestia. For me." you don't flinch as your coaxing causes the filly to saturate your clothing with her climax. All you care about is saving her innocent, young soul.
Eventually, the foal makes a rather croaking groan and goes limp. Looking down, you give you slick finger a few more pumps inside her anus to ensure her clitoris would not continue winking. You see with a smile of satisfaction that her virgin sex remains quite tame; the vestiges of sin now removed.
"Feeling better, Sweetie?"
The foal nods weakly, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. She nuzzles into your chest, taking a deep breath of your smell. You give the filly a moment to compose herself. The removal of sin, especially from an in-estrus foal, is never an easy task to endure. Eventually, the hitching young mare manages to compose herself slightly.
"Th-thank you, your Excellence."
"It is by Her will, my little angel." you give a comforting smile; once again with the help of the Goddess, you rescued an innocent creature from temptation. "Should you ever experience a similar feeling in the future, never hesitate to tell your sister. She will bring you to me, and I will beatify you once more. You can appease your Goddess by refraining from carnal vices. After all, carrots are for eating, not for your fillyhood." you tease as the exhausted Sweetie giggles weakly in acknowledgment. "Noble Lady Rarity, as a follow-up I insist that you keep a keen eye for any missing vegetables. Young mares during this stage are now fertile, and are prone to carnal vices and-"
"Your Excellency!" you're cut off by a blushing Rarity and look up to discover that she is no longer facing you. Her tail is held aside, and a long stream of mare-pre splashes from her winking folds the moment she catches your attention.
"Forgive me darling, for I have blasphemed against you and the Goddess with my thoughts! Please, beatify me as well so that I may be free from sin!"
The musk of her mature heat floods your nostrils. Glancing down, you discover that Sweetie Belle is beginning to slide herself against your lap, cooing as her once-innocent cuddling becomes far more sensual in nature. You gulp once, feeling a terrible temptation starting to pull blood from your mind and into your lower extremities.
Looks like it's gonna take a lot of faith to get you through this Sunday...
