The Children of Our Lord's Infinite Horsedick

by LewdChapter

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Slice of Life, Human, Rarity (EqG), Pinkie Pie (EqG), Comedy, Applejack (EqG), Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Sunset Shimmer
Length: 8407

Sunset accidentally starts a cult

Sunset Shimmer is a woman with very particular tastes. She doesn't normally indulge herself, but after a few drinks, she's likely to sneak off for a little fun with the nearest stallion. Some drinks, a messy romp with Applejack's horse, and a couple of harmless lies to get herself out of the situation. What's the worst that can happen?

A cult, evidently.

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WARNING: this story contains interspecies/bestiality, equine genitalia, cock worship, breeding, and very minor inflation.

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Published 2022-08-29 13:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2022-08-29 13:10:02 UTC

The Children of Our Lord's Infinite Horsedick

Sunset drunkenly stumbled forward, nearly tripping and falling on her face as she clumsily hopped the fence to Sweet Apple Acres. Though she was close friends with Applejack and her family, who insisted that she was always welcome, Sunset still elected to arrive in the dead of night, head and face covered by a hood, and without any warning given to the Apple family that she would be visiting. In fact, if Sunset had her way, she'd be in and out of the farm without anyone being any the wiser. Luckily, Sunset Shimmer was a master of stealth and subterfuge, able to lurk in the shadows to escape detection.

Unluckily, however, was that Sunset was a wee bit drunk, and nowhere near as stealthy as she thought she was. This was evidenced when she attempted to hop the last fence and tripped onto her face.

"Ugh…" Sunset's head swam, and she had to make an active decision not to vomit, but she held it together as she stood herself upright. She stumbled a bit, the world seeming to spin around her at a million miles per hour, but finally steadied herself. "Where you at, ya hunk?"

Sunset had made this trip multiple times before, though under significantly less degenerate circumstances, so she knew her way to some extent. Still, drunk as she was, she had to stagger around a bit before finally finding the proper path to the barn situated across the field. Sunset looked over her shoulder, and only when she was absolutely certain that she wasn’t being followed did she open the barn doors and slip inside, closing the big wooden door behind her.

The smell was always the first thing she noticed. There was a certain musk in the air, a heavy, heady, earthy scent that some might find unpleasant. To Sunset, the smell was uniquely nostalgic, as it reminded her of home. While Equestria certainly had perfumes, colognes, and fragrant soaps, ponies tended to let their natural aroma stand alone in most day-to-day operations. While deodorant was very much appreciated, given her proximity to human males on a daily basis, Sunset did miss that au naturale scent from her homeland. The nostalgia for Equestria was very apropos, given the reason for her visit in the first place.

Standing about halfway into the barn, comfy and cozy in his stable, was Page, the Apple Family’s lone steed. A strong, majestic stallion with an auburn coat and an ebony mane, he was a gorgeous creature by any account. It was unclear how the Apples had happened upon him, with their farm not having much need of a horse, but Sunset wasn’t about to complain. Far from it, she grinned as she saw the incredible equine specimen, her heart thrumming loudly against her ribs.

“Hey there, handsome,” purred Sunset, in what sounded like sultry flirting in her head, but was in actuality a slurred, inebriated collection of words just barely uttered in comprehensible english. “Remember me?”

Obviously, Sunset knew that a horse in this world wasn’t the same as a pony in Equestria, but that was hardly the point. In fact, it was the lack of speech, beguiling a majestic, mysterious nature, that had Sunset so attracted in the first place. Page didn’t need to speak, his presence alone delivered the message loud and clear. Sunset couldn’t help herself, coming in close and planting a gentle kiss on Page’s nose. The stallion gave out a tiny little whinny, which made Sunset’s heart thump even harder.

“Sounds like you do… I can’t believe Applejack has you cooped up in here. Alone. Not a mare in sight…” Sunset let out an exaggeratedly wistful sigh as she stroked Page’s neck. The stallion didn’t retreat, in fact, he leaned forward into Sunset’s touch, as if asking for more. Fine by her. “Don’t worry, stud. I’ll be your mare for the night…”

With little additional fanfare, Sunset dropped to her knees and crawled forward, stopping just underneat the horse’s strong, muscular frame. She brought her shaky hands up to cup Page’s heavy nuts, just the warm heft of the powerful orbs already enough to make her mouth water, and that wasn’t even accounting for the smell. The heavy, musky aroma made Sunset’s head go fuzzy, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself from leaning in under the great stallion’s barrel and taking its hot, hanging balls into her tongue. So salty, so bitter, so very delicious. Sunset lapped up every inch, smearing nut sweat all across her features. Sunset didn’t just want to taste her stud, she wanted to smell him, feel him, be one with him.

“You smell so fucking good,” groaned Sunset. She gripped Page by the cock, unable to fit both hands around the semi-flaccid member and gave his shaft a lick, savoring every inch of flesh that her tongue passed over. “You taste even better… How is it possible for a creature to be this fucking perfect?”

Page’s length twitched in Sunset’s hands, slowly stirring to life at her touch. With a greedy little grin, Sunset dove right back in, worshipping every salty inch of equine flesh with her eager tongue. She could feel him growing harder in her grasp, the firmness of his mighty cock spurring Sunset to lick and kiss his shaft with increasing fervor. She was beginning to lose sight of the things around her, where she was, even herself as a person. In that moment, as Page’s incredible cock sprung to full attention, all that mattered to Sunset was that hefty package.

“Need… More… Cock…” Sunset scrambled to his head, wrapping her lips around his bulging flare and giving his salty flesh a greedy suckle. She slurped and licked at Page’s head, all but begging for his load, before pulling her face away to take in a deep breath. “This cock… Scho tashty… It owns me…”

Whether because he could understand what Sunset said, or perhaps just pure happenstance, Page’s cock decided to twitch at that exact moment, spurting out a heavy bead of glistening pre that Sunset greedily slurped up. The salty, sticky, clear fluid was like a drug to Sunset, and she would do anything to get more of it. She stroked his shaft, licked it, kissed it, sucked the head, massaged his balls, and yet, she was denied her desire, until she remembered just what she had said in the first place.

“You like that, big boy? Like hearing that your cock owns me?” said Sunset. Once more, Page’s cock twitched, and another healthy spurt of pre dripped from his head and directly onto Sunset’s tongue. “It’s true. I’d do anything for it, give you everything I have, just to worship your thick, mare-breaking cock!”

More precum drooled from Page’s length, and Sunset didn’t dare let even a single drop hit the dirt. She licked and slurped every bit she could get, savoring it and running it throughout her mouth with her tongue. Each taste was more scrumptious than the last, to the point where Sunset could resist no longer; She slid a hand into her jeans and rubbed her sloppy, dripping cunt with her off-hand. Her right hand, however, was completely devoted to idolizing her incredible stallion.

“More… Give me more, please!” Sunset wasn’t aware of how loud or unhinged she was, nor was she likely to care even if she was. All she currently cared about was getting more horsecock in her, and fast. “My owner… My master… My God…”

The stallion whinnied at that, and a particularly hefty gob of pre sprayed from his length, so big that Sunset couldn’t quite get it into her mouth; Some splattered across her cheeks and nose, covering her face in a sticky, transparent sheen. It was a truly divine experience, and Sunset was liable to cum from just the feeling of bathing in her stud’s pre. She licked as much of it from her chin and around her lips as possible before going right back to sucking and kissing Page’s equipment.

“Every day after work, I’ll come here for you,” promised Sunset. “I don’t care who’s here, or who hears, or who sees. I’ll sneak past the whole damn Apple Family if that’s what it takes to get here beneath you… I’ll worship every last inch of your fat, godly horsedick…”

A loud bang made Sunset freeze in her place, and she could barely turn her head towards the entrance before someone was rushing in. There was the cock of a shotgun as the intruder approached, leveling the weapon at Sunset’s hunched over form.

“Hands off the horse, you no-good son of a… Wait, Sunset?” The pajama-clad Applejack lowered her gun slightly when she saw that it was just her friend in the barn. “What in the hell are you doing here?”

“Uh… S-stealing your horse?” tried Sunset. Applejack stepped a little closer, head tilted in confusion. “S-stay over there! I’m… armed?”

“AJ! Should we call the cops or something?” another voice came from the outside, which only further chilled Sunset to the bone. Not only had she been caught, but now she had a full-on audience to witness her degeneracy.

“Nah, Pinkie. You and Rarity can come on out, it’s just Sunset!”

“No, it’s not?” Again, in her drunken, dazed state, Sunset couldn’t quite let out a convincing lie. “I’m… Not Sunset, that’s for sure.”

“Ooh, Shimmy’s drunk!” Pinkie skipped into the barn, followed closely behind by Rarity. Much like Applejack, these two were also cozy in their pajamas, which led Sunset to believe that she had interrupted a slumber party of some sort. As the trio of girls grew nearer, and with no way out, Sunset groaned in defeat and finally slipped out from under Page’s barrel, wiping the precum and dicksweat from her sticky face with her sleeve. “Uh… Whatcha doin'?”

“And why, pray tell, were you underneath that horse?” asked Rarity.

“I know I’m not actually a burglar,” sighed Sunset. “But is there any chance I can talk you into shooting me anyway?”

“Were you suckin’ off my horse?” said Applejack, her brow cocked as much as her gun. “What the hell?”

“Look, I know this looks bad, but I swear, I have a perfectly reasonable explanation.”

“I’m waiting.”

Sunset froze, not expecting to have to back up her claims quite so immediately.

“Um… Uh… So, you see, the thing is…” Sunset’s brain raced for an excuse, anything to make this less than the most mortifying thing to ever happen to her, but she got nothing. As if being plastered wasn’t bad enough, her mind was still stuck on the glorious taste of Page’s nuts, the incredible aroma of his musk, and the divine sensation of his godly cock on her tongue. Then, in a moment of drunken brilliance never before witnessed by man, the perfect answer popped into Sunset’s brain. “Oh! It’s a religious thing!”

For a few moments, nobody said anything, though that was for differing reasons. For Sunset, she was very proud of herself for coming up with a solution so flawless on the spot. It was completely watertight, incapable of being disputed or argued against in any way. The perfect defense.

Applejack, Pinkie, and Rarity, however, were waiting for Sunset to admit that she was, in fact, just kidding.

“Uh… What?” asked Applejack. “It’s a religious thing?”

“You’re gonna have to walk us through that one, Shimmy,” said Pinkie with a nod.

“I’m not one to judge someone’s faith…” said Rarity sheepishly. “But that just might be a bridge too far.”

“Oh. Uh…. So, like, it’s kinda complicated? So, like… Oh!” Sunset nearly punched the sky, as she found the inspiration to continue her little charade. “I can explain better at my place. I need to get some, uh… Religious stuff together.”

“Well, I, for one, am deathly curious,” admitted Rarity. “Pinkie? AJ?”

“I smell shenanigans.” Pinkie sniffed the air deeply, her deathly serious expression cracking into a toothy grin. “I’m always in for shenanigans.”

“Well, not like I’m gonna be able to get to bed after that anyway.” Applejack shrugged, then slung her gun over her shoulder before heading to the entrance. “C’mon, I’m drivin’. You’re way too fucked up to drive.”

As the four girls filed out, Sunset couldn’t help but grin. Sure, this was a temporary solution, but at least she bought herself some time to think of something better. Hopefully, by the time they arrived at her apartment, she would’ve sobered up enough to think of an actually decent explanation to escape the awkward situation she found herself in. Still, even though it was necessary, she couldn’t help but regret that she had to leave before getting to the really fun part. Sunset looked over her shoulder to Page, who hooved at the dirt restlessly. She smirked and blew the stallion a kiss, then made a phone with her hand and put it to her ear.

“Call me!”

When Sunset woke up, she very much so wished she had the ability to take it back.

It felt like there was a Mardi Gras parade strolling through her head, a thumping, ringing, clattering tsunami wreaking havoc on her brain. Sunset peeled her face from her computer desk, slow as can be, and even that gentle movement was enough to send the room spinning around her. Once Sunset was certain that she wasn’t going to vomit at that precise moment, she blinked her bleary eyes and surveyed the scene. Somehow, she had managed to make it back to her apartment. Judging by the tipped cups, empty Red Bull cans, and the empty pizza box she had previously been sleeping in, she had gone on a bit of a bender. She wasn’t sure how much she had drank, but it was enough to completely incapacitate her at her computer. The screen was still on, and there was some manner of text document on the screen, but Sunset’s vision was simply too blurry to read it just then. No matter, it was probably a garbage draft of her next thesis, anyway. She could read it over and delete the alcohol-fueled abomination later.

“Ugh… What happened last night?” Sunset groaned in abject agony, clutching her head as she left her chair, stumbling through her bedroom with sights set on the kitchen. If she wanted to make sense of the messy night before, Sunset needed some breakfast. But when she rounded the corner of the hallway into the kitchen, food was the furthest thing from her mind.

Her primary concern was the state of Rarity standing in her kitchen, wearing a silken garb that could only very charitably be called a dress. In actuality, it was little more than a few bands of sparkly golden fabric containing her sizable breasts, that crossed down at her waist to a sheer skirt that only barely covered her ass and pussy. She also had on an assortment of beaded jewelry around her neck and waist, and her hair was tied up with a length of shimmering silver ribbon. Rarity turned to the approaching Sunset, holding a mug of coffee in each hand. She smiled, and offered the other to Sunset, who very carefully accepted.

“Good morning, Sister!” said Rarity. “Glorious day! You’re finally up!”

“What the fuck are you wearing?” asked Sunset, cutting right to the chase. “You look like some weeb’s cartoon wife.”

“I finished my new habit last night. Something told me you’d be getting up soon.” Rarity twirled on the spot, striking a few poses to show off her hips and curves. “During your Commandments, you seemed to think it would be better to expose more cleavage. And so…” Rarity grabbed her chest and bounced her breasts to demonstrate the lack of cloth covering even a bit of her cleavage. “Ta-da! Do you like it?”

“I… Last night? Wait, what day is it?”

“Monday.”

“What the fuck?! I’ve been out for four days?!”

“Oh, heavens no, Sister. You were awake during most of it,” explained Rarity, casually sipping her coffee and settling her cushioned rear atop Sunset’s dinner table. “As you spoke your scripture, you needed a bit of a boost, which the congregation was more than happy to provide.”

“When you say ‘boost’...”

“You ordered quite a few Irish Coffees. We thought your drink choice might be important somehow, but we didn’t figure it out in time to make the first edition edit.” Rarity set her coffee down, then reached for Sunset’s hand. “I’m sure the memories will come back to you as you wake up. Come on, I was just going to meet with Sister Pinkie for brunch. I’m sure she’ll be just as excited as I was to see you.”

“Rarity, nothing you’re saying is making sense. What’s going on? Why are you being so fucking weird?” demanded Sunset. Confused as she was, brunch sounded good, and she really needed a chance to wake herself up. “Are you really going to go out in public looking like that?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing. No disrespect to you and your wisdom, Sister, but you made it very clear that all followers should adhere to the dress code, regardless of rank,” said Rarity. “Although, your specific position does supersede many teachings… I was actually hoping to ask you to help decipher some of your scripture. There’s actually a rather important prophecy we need to work out… But for now, I think it would be best if you wore a proper habit. I made you one in anticipation of your awakening.”

Without much in the way of options or even theories as to what the hell was happening, Sunset didn’t have much choice but to go along with this lunacy.

“Fine, but you’re paying for brunch.”

"You caught me doing what?!"

Sunset groaned, hiding her face in her palms. As if being paraded out in this new crimson "habit", as Rarity called it, wasn't humiliating enough (though, strangely, Sunset didn't get nearly as many eyes ogling her barely-covered body as she expected), now Sunset had to deal with the consequences of her actions. As Rarity sat her down at Le Cheval Sacré, a French bistro that Sunset swore must have just opened, and began explaining the situation, the foggy, shameful memories slowly bubbled to the surface. Sunset could remember sneaking off to Sweet Apple Acres, and having a bit of fun with Page. There were also flashes in her mind, cocked shotguns, and drunken babbling, but beyond that, it was still foggy.

"Well, we don't like the term 'caught', because it paints your experience as something one should be ashamed of," said Rarity. "But yes, we discovered your worship of Lord Page."

"And when you caught me." Rarity cleared her throat, so with a tired roll of the eyes, Sunset amended her statement. "Sorry, when you discovered me, I told you… What, exactly?"

"You told us you were obeying your religious practices from Equestria, from a secret sect of unicorn history that you've dedicated your life to reviving," recounted Rarity. "You invited us into your home and explained it to us. While I admit myself a bit skeptical at first, after returning to Lord Page for my baptism, my eyes were opened to your holy word."

"Ugh… What the fuck did I do!" groaned Sunset, dropping her face into the table. "And where is our food? I'm starving…"

As if summoned by her word, a waitress arrived with a platter of delicious food in tow. She set down the plates of crepes and avocado toast, then served each girl a coffee. Finally, she set a carafe of cream down onto the table, much to Sunset's confusion.

"I'm pretty sure we ordered black," said Sunset. The waitress nodded, and bowed her head a bit.

"We don't start serving this until tomorrow, but once I saw that the High Priestess was awake, I had to offer her a taste before the general populace," said the waitress. She looked left, then right, and finally leaned in to whisper. "Don't worry, Sisters, it's, uh… It's 'kosher', if you know what I mean."

"Ooh, I see. A fellow Equustarian," said Rarity with a nod. "Well, thank you, Daughter. May you taste our Lord's pleasure today."

"And may you inhale his heavenly musk."

Sunset's mouth hung open in complete and utter confusion, completely bewildered by what she had just witnessed.

"Oh, God… Oh, fuck…" Sunset groaned as she put the pieces together. “Baptism, holy word, High Priestess… Did I start a fucking cult?!”

“The Children of Our Lord's Infinite Horsedick,” said Rarity with a nod. “You, Pinkie, and myself were the founding members, but our growth is incredible. You’re quite the prophet, High Priestess.”

“Oh my God… Wait, if I told you all this stuff when I was drunk, and I clearly don’t remember any of it now, why are you still going along with it?” asked Sunset. “Isn’t this basically your God telling you your religion is BS?”

“Well, no. You’re the High Priestess, not our Lord himself. You are a vessel to his will, and you are in charge of maintaining our traditions, rules, and belief systems. You’re essentially the Pope of the Horsecock Vatican. As for why I’m not concerned by your lack of memory… Well, you warned us.” Rarity very casually dug into her crepe, taking a dainty bite as she discussed the logistics of her horse-genital-centric religion. “Was one of your first scriptures, in fact. In the words of the High Priestess, she proclaimed, ‘Whoa, fuck, I’m gonna black out, fuck, someone write all this down so I don’t forget, nevermind I’ll do it myself. Save this, I’m gonna wanna read this back when I sober up’. Thus spoke the High Priestess, and so her Children followed obediently. You did most of the writing for the Bible, but I did help proofread a bit. Quite a few spelling mistakes, which is understandable considering how many communions you’d had with Lord Page by then.”

“I… I have no words. None. Fuck, man, I have to get back to my apartment and look at this Bible. I need to know what I said.”

“No need, I have a digital version on my phone.” Rarity pulled out her cellphone and, with a few clicks, produced the holy text in question. “I’d actually like to ask you a few questions, for the sake of clarity. In the first chapter, The Book of Page, in the words of the High Priestess, she proclaimed ‘Horse nuts over all others’. Pinkie and I have been debating what exactly you meant by this. Did you mean we should care for horse nuts over all other things, or over all other types of nuts? Pinkie thinks it’s the former, but I disagree because later in The Book of Equus, you say that all Equustarians should care for one another, and unite for the betterment of serving our Lord’s cock together.”

“Oh my God…”

"Could you pass the 'cream', High Priestess?" asked Rarity. "I'm a bit… parched."

"You're taking this surprisingly easily. Don't you think—" Sunset paused as her hands reached the carafe of cream. She picked it up and inspected it carefully for a moment, tilting it this way and that before slowly passing it to Rarity. "Why is this so warm? And… thick?"

"A little gift from the Gods," said Rarity with a grin. Rather than pour the "cream" into her mug, she brought the carafe directly to her lips and took a healthy sip. When she pulled it away, her mouth was connected to the carafe by several thick, sticky off-white strands. Rarity broke the strings with a finger, then sucked every last bit from her dainty little digit. "Delectable, simply delectable… Care for a little taste, Sister?"

"I… This… ah, fuck it, pass it here."

Sunset grabbed the carafe from Rarity’s hand, hardly able to believe what she was doing. With Rarity staring expectantly at her, Sunset paused for just a moment before, finally, bringing the glass to her lips and tipping it back. Just as she had suspected, the thick, warm, sticky fluid wasn’t cream at all; When the bitter, salty, musky goo met her tongue, it was impossible for her to think it could be anything other than scrumptiously potent horse cum. Though she had initially intended only to take a small sip, the addicting flavor and texture were too much to resist, and so Sunset gulped down mouthful after mouthful. Rarity watched in awe as the High Priestess swallowed every last drop of cum, applauding when Sunset finally set the glass back down onto the table and let out a contented sigh.

“By Page’s cock and balls, that must’ve been a quart of cum!” exclaimed Rarity. “So inspiring… No wonder you’re the High Priestess!”

“Never seen anything like it!” The two girls turned as a third approached, none other than Pinkie, cartwheeling into the restaurant. Much like Rarity, Pinkie wore a skimpy, revealing habit, although she had the addition of nipple piercings that poked through the thin, veil-like fabric of the garment that struggled to cover her fat, soft, squishy breasts. “Sorry I’m late, Sisters. I got held up setting up the church for High Priestess’ sermon.”

“My what?!” demanded Sunset.

“It’s proclaimed that, upon your awakening, all Children of Our Lord's Infinite Horsedick are to gather for a sermon,” explained Rarity. “You’re supposed to speak before us and proclaim your holy word.” Rarity rubbed her chin in thought. “Say, how did you know High Priestess was awake? You’ve been out all day, and I haven’t had the chance to text you.”

“I checked her bedroom on the teeny tiny camera I put in her underwear drawer,” said Pinkie, plopping herself down at the table. She swiped up the carafe and licked a bit of residual cum from the rim, giggling with delight at the taste. “Aw, would it have killed you to save me some?”

“You bugged our apartment?” asked Rarity.

“Yeah, what the hell, Pinks? I—” Sunset paused, as she just then processed what she had heard. “Why did you say our apartment?”

“Oh, I suppose you won’t remember. You asked me to move in with you. It’s a bit easier this way, considering, you know.” Rarity took the last little bite of her crepe and used it to scoop up a few droplets of cum before consuming both. “We’re married and such.”

“Why would we be married? You’re not even my type,” said Sunset. “No offense. Honestly, I’d probably be more into Pinkie, if anyone.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day, Sister!” said Pinkie. “Cause we’re married, too!”

“Say again?”

“Well, strictly speaking, we’re all married to Lord Page’s cock, but that, by extension, makes us sister wives. So, technically, you’re my wife, and Pinkie’s wife, and so on.”

“So you’re telling me that I got blackout drunk, manufactured a bestiality cult, then married two of my best friends,” said Sunset. When the two girls nodded, Sunset once again let her head hit the surface of the table, and a mighty groan escaped her. “It’s over. That’s it, it’s the end of the fucking world!”

“Speaking of ‘the end of the world’... There’s the matter of a certain doomsday prophecy to go over?” said Rarity. “During the last day of your Commandments, you spoke of a being called Esroh Rek’cuf. Some unknown force from beyond the veil, coming to maybe someday punish the sinners?”

“Or kill everyone, you really weren’t clear about that,” added Pinkie.

“So… If you could clarify what exactly Esroh Rek’cuf is and why he might be visiting?"

"Guys, I was shit-faced. I don't know why I said half the crap I said. Not that it matters, because I made it all up," sighed Sunset. "There is no doomsday. I was probably just being dramatic to sell the idea that my creepy fetish was actually a creepy religion."

"In the Book of Rimming, in the words of the High Priestess, she proclaimed 'I am going to say I was drunk, that I don't remember anything, and that I made it all up anyway, but do not listen! I mean everything I say as the truth, and the truth of this world is that Esroh will come, to test our faith and punish… Someone, probably. I'unno'," quoted Rarity. "And then you passed out for a moment until Lord Page dripped his holy seed onto you a bit."

"I am never drinking again…” sighed Sunset. “I’m telling you, we have nothing to worry about. There is no doomsday.”

“Well, if that’s the case, would you mind making a Commandment during your sermon?” asked Pinkie. “Cause I kinda told a lot of people that some weird creature was gonna come down and like eat them.”

“Fine. It’ll give me a chance to clear this whole thing up. Come on.” Sunset stood up, and awkwardly pulled the thin strings of her habit that had ridden up into her crevices as she sat. “Sooner I can get out of this outfit, the better. Where’s this sermon supposed to be?”

“The old church on Stable St.” Rarity stood up and withdrew a wad of cash from the crotch of her habit, setting it down onto the table to pay for their meals. “Let’s go, Sisters. The Children await us.”

Sunset rolled her eyes, but followed Rarity out of the restaurant nevertheless. As they spilled out onto the street, Sunset was allowed some time for her more sober brain to do some critical thinking. This whole situation was undeniably strange, with the most unbelievable part being that she had managed to get Rarity, of all people, to accept such ideas.

“So… You, uh… You worshipped Page?” asked Sunset, voice barely higher than a whisper. Rarity and Pinkie both nodded. “And… What did you think?”

“It’s awesome! All it took was a few minutes tasting that juicy cock to make me understand,” said Pinkie. “No wonder you’re so dedicated to worshipping him. Such a stud!”

“Agreed. I’ve never cum harder than I did when Lord Page and I kissed for the first time,” sighed Rarity wistfully. “Just thinking about his holy tongue is getting me hot under the collar…”

“Hey! You kissed my boyfriend?” Sunset couldn’t initially fathom it, but she was actually jealous of Rarity getting with her “man” like that. She pursed her lips in thought before cracking a tiny grin. “The High Priestess has a new Commandment. None shall experience Lord Page’s divine tongue but the High Priestess herself, and those few she deems worthy.”

“Thus spoke the High Priestess,” declared Rarity, with a bow of her head. “And so her Children followed obediently. Forgive me, Sister, for disobeying your holy doctrine.”

“Hm. Well, you can make it up by helping me milk Lord Page later. I’m sure he’d like that,” declared Sunset. Rarity and Pinkie nodded eagerly, which made Sunset smile even more. If this whole cult debacle gave her anything, at least it would be a few friends to indulge in her secret, horse-centric fantasies with. “You know, I think I feel some memories coming back. Maybe I was a little too quick to write this whole church thing off. Maybe I am your High Priestess, after all."

"That's the spirit, Sister!"

The three turned the corner, and strolled up to a small white church that, to Sunset's recollection, hadn't been in use for some years. The last time she had seen the place, it was in disrepair, with holes in the roof and shattered windows. Now, it was fully repaired, with a fresh coat of paint and a few new scarlet banners depicting the well-endowed silhouette of a proud stallion. To Sunset's surprise, she could hear voices coming from the inside, far more than she would have guessed. She was even more shocked when she opened the doors and stepped into her church.

Every single pew was occupied by another woman (and the occasional cute boy), each wearing some version of their own worshipping habits. As Sunset entered, they all rose from their seats in respect to their High Priestess. A hush fell over the room, a reverent silence that unsettled Sunset just as much as it made her feel important. More importantly than any person in the church was the stable at the back near the podium, hastily but expertly erected to hold none other than the lord and savior of the congregation; Sunset couldn’t help but smirk as she slowly approached Page, all cozy in his stable and tended to by an overalled Applejack.

“Howdy,” said AJ, brushing Page’s mane and offering him a treat, which the holy equine gleefully devoured. “Bout time you’re up.”

“Hey there, hot stuff.” Sunset blew her horse a kiss before turning her attention to Applejack. “You know, I wouldn’t really expect anyone to get roped into this, but I especially wouldn’t have guessed you would be interested. Aren’t you, like, Mormon or something?”

“Lutheran, but yeah. If’n I’m bein’ honest, I only got involved 'cause you decided to center this whole thing around my horse. Page here needs care, and if someone’s gonna take care of him, might as well be me. I woulda had to do it anyway.” Applejack shrugged. “‘Sides, I normally have to cook for church functions, but since I was there when you three first founded the thing, I’m technically a priestess like y’all. Means I don’t have to cook shit.”

“So you’re ignoring your religious beliefs and adopting another one for free lunch?”

“Look, sugarcube, with the amount of effort I put in towards running an apple farm in the age of every locally operated business in the city getting fucked in the ass by Amazon and Big Ag, I think I’ve earned the right to be a tiny bit lazy sometimes.”

“Fair enough. Well, you better enjoy it while you can,” said Sunset, rounding to the podium. “I’m about to set this whole thing straight…”

As Sunset took the podium, flanked on either side by Rarity and Pinkie, the entire congregation gave her their complete, undivided attention. It took a moment of her standing there, watched unblinkingly by her followers, for Sunset to realize that they were all still standing, waiting for her instruction. She cleared her throat and gestured for them to sit before finally giving her sermon.

“Uh… You may be seated. Children of…” Sunset blinked firmly before leaning over to whisper to Rarity. “What’s the official name again?”

“The Children of Our Lord's Infinite Horsedick,” reported Rarity.

“Right. Well, to The Children of Our Lord's Infinite Horsedick! I am Sunset Shimmer, your High Priestess!” There was a blanket of applause, cheers of admiration, and chants of adulation from the church, which was as nice as it was still a bit unexpected. “You are all gathered here today to hear me preach the holy word. But I’m afraid I’ve got some unfortunate news…”

The congregation gasped, many worshippers leaning forward in their seats, and each and every one of them hung on to Sunset’s every word. As she scanned the faces in the crowd, Sunset saw such a range of emotions, from excitement to a bit of unease to flat-out lustful desire. The one common denominator amongst them all, however, was an unwavering, unbreaking, unmoving devotion to their beliefs, and the High Priestess’ word. People seemed to be really into this whole Equustarian movement that Sunset accidentally birthed, and now, she was about to take it all away from them.

“Ah, fuck it. In for a penny…” When Sunset next spoke, she did so clearly and forcefully, for all of her Children to hear. “I’ve got some unfortunate news, because there won’t be much time for preaching. Your High Priestess has returned, and I am going to lead you all in worship.”

“See, Sister Pinkie?” giggled Rarity. “I told you it would all come back to her.”

“When you’re right, you’re right,” said Pinkie with a shrug.

“Communion with the Gods, My Commandments, they… Uh… They took a lot out of me. So there might be a little while before I fully remember all of our teachings,” explained Sunset. “But if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to let a horse fuck my face, and if you can do that, then there is a place for you in this church!” There was much applauding from the congregation, their approval inspiring the High Priestess to continue with her sermon. “Even just thinking about all of this, about Lord Page and his brethren… It’s driving me crazy! Understand this, Children. We are in the presence of a God. And, if you’re lucky, by the end of today, you may even be blessed enough to taste one.”

“High Priestess! High Priestess!”

“Yes, you, in the back!” Sunset pointed to a figure in one of the last few pews in the church. A boy stood up, his habit clinging to his frankly upsettingly curvy figure, and he wore a sheer blue veil over his mouth. “You have something to say?”

“I’ve used toys, watched videos, even touched myself in the presence of a horse,” said the worshipper. “But I’ve always been too nervous to go all the way and actually worship one. What do you recommend, High Priestess?”

“Worship takes many forms, and all are valid. Don’t worry if you haven’t taken that one big step yet,” said Sunset, her heart thrumming in her chest when she saw the worshipper smile and nod eagerly. Maybe Rarity was right about her being a good prophet after all. “As long as you stay dedicated to our Gods and their huge, virile cock and balls in some way, then all you need is patience. One day, you will develop the strength to serve your Lord physically, as well.” There was another call from the crowd, which Sunset quickly honed in on. “And you… What have you to say, my Child?”

“My girlfriend is working on a farm a few states away,” said the woman excitedly. “And during our nightly Skype calls, I’ve been reading her your teachings, and your holy word has really resonated with her. Just last night, she told me how she milked one of the horses on the farm, and she managed to sneak a cup of his seed out. She drank the whole thing on camera while I watched and played with my Bad Dragon toy!”

“Excellent! Now that, Children, is true dedication to God!” exclaimed Sunset, to the tune of overwhelming applause. “Tell your girlfriend that, the next time she comes to visit, she has a place amongst this congregation. Here, she won’t have to sneak out a mere taste of divinity. She’ll be able to drink as much of it as she desires, straight from the source! And you!” Sunset pointed to one last girl who had stood up, a busty girl with pink hair and a special habit that included an opaque veil and mask that covered her entire face. “Speak before your Brothers and Sisters, my Child!”

“O-oh. Um. It’s just, there’s this teeny thing I’ve been worried about.”

“Wait, Fluttershy? Is that you?” Sunset leaned forward a bit to get a better look and, sure enough, it was none other than her dear friend beneath that veil. Fluttershy bloomed bright red and gave a nervous little nod. “Well, if there was anyone who was going to be into fucking horses… What is it that troubles you, my Child!”

“Er… Just that thing you said about a demon or something called Esroh Rek’cuf?” said Fluttershy. “You sort of made it sound like he was going to show up and maybe destroy the world, and I was just wondering if you knew when that might be happening so we can be prepared?”

“Oh, right. That. Uh… Well, here’s the thing, Children. You needn’t worry about Esroh Rek’cuf, okay?” promised Sunset. “For as long as you worship and show your dedication, you have nothing to worry about. He cannot hurt you, for so long as you devote your lives to leaving our Gods satisfied!”

Almost before she could finish speaking, the ground began to quake, as if reality itself was trembling. The doors to the church blew open and, a carriage rolled into the building; Instead of being drawn by horses, the semi-transparent, spectral form of four human women pulled the carriage by leads tied around their ghostly throats. They crawled on all fours and, despite the carriage’s size, the four otherworldly women had no trouble at all in pulling the ornately decorated cart to a stop just before Sunset’s podium. The doors to the carriage magically opened and, slowly, emerged a creature the likes of which Sunset could have only dreamed up.

Its head was that of an onyx mustang, a breed that Sunset had always had a major thing for. Its eyes glowed with white light, cutting bright swaths through the room and making the well-lit church seem dark and gloomy by compare. Its body was humanoid, roughly seven feet tall, and seemingly chiseled from marble, given how incredible its physique was. Sunset had to swallow her heart back down when the being stepped out of the carriage entirely and revealed that, in addition to height and muscle definition, he was packing a stallionhood that would put even the proudest of studs to shame. Even now, in its half-hard state, the appendage was closer in dimensions to Sunset’s leg than any sort of cock. The being snorted, causing his epic endowment to bounce and his flared head to pulse, something Sunset simply couldn’t take her eyes off of until the being began to speak.

“Kneel, mortals.” The being’s voice was low, husky, and so powerful that his words were felt in the loins as much as they were heard. Upon the command, all kneeled before him, with the sole exception of Sunset herself. “I am Esroh Rek’cuf, Lord of Breeding. I seek the one called High Priestess Shimmer.”

“I knew it!” whispered Pinkie. “I knew there was a doomsday coming!”

“Um… That’s me, Lord Esroh.” Sunset stepped forward, raising a hand uneasily. “Erm… We welcome you to our church. How may we serve his Lordship?”

“You have called upon our holy spirits, and claim to worship our earthly counterparts,” rumbled Esroh. “I have arrived to test your faith.”

“R-right. Test my faith. And that means…”

“You shall service me. Should you succeed, you and your followers shall know our favor.”

“Oh. Oh, hell yeah.” Sunset glanced back to her friends before clearing her throat. “Lord Esroh, you bless us with your presence. It would be an honor to serve you. My only request is that you allow my Sisters to assist me.”

“Very well. Now come, human whores. Serve your God.”

Sunset beckoned for Rarity and Pinkie to join her, and didn’t have to wait long for her fellow Priestess’ to be by her side. They approached Lord Esroh in unison, and a silent look from their leader was enough instruction for Rarity and Pinkie to go to work; They dropped to their knees and descended onto their new Lord, marking his lower body with kisses. They started at his thighs, leaving faint lipstick marks around to his waist and pelvis, then finally to his cock and heavy, hanging nuts. Sunset grinned and slowly pulled aside the straps to her habit, baring her tits for the God before her.

“My body is yours,” whispered Sunset. With one impossibly strong hand, Lord Esroh grabbed Sunset by the neck, and painlessly plucked her from her feet. The congregation mumbled and muttered, falling silent when Sunset raised a hand. “D-don’t worry, Children. Just watch, and learn how we are truly meant to worship God.” She bit her lip anxiously, tugging the crotch of her habit to the side to expose her hot, dripping, desperate pussy. “Go on, my Lord. Make me your property.”

Lord Esroh raised Sunset up, and slowly positioned his fat cockhead against her tight hole. Naturally, Sunset tensed up, her breathing hitching in her chest, but she didn’t resist. She let herself be manhandled by this godly being, until, with the sloppy sounds of Rarity and Pinkie slobbering on their God’s fat, sweaty, musky balls, Sunset let out a squeal of delight when Lord Esroh finally penetrated her.

The wide flare split her lips, and he wasted little time in lowering her comparatively small body down onto his length. Sunset could feel every inch, every vein, and every bulge of divine cock enter her, and she could barely handle it. It made her want to scream, and by the time she felt the bulge of his medial ring against her clit, just signifying the halfway point, it was a struggle to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head.

Instead, she stood strong, moaning in delight as Esroh used her like a toy. His equine pillar drilled her to the core, and soon it was unclear which was louder: the sharp, slapping introduction of Lord Esroh’s hips against the High Priestess when he buried the whole of his shaft into her, or the lustful, animalistic moans from Sunset. To their credit, the lesser Priestesses down below were putting in quite the effort, the faces sticky and slimy from a combination of sweat and slobber as they each took one of their Lord’s balls into their mouths, savoring the flavor like a masculine jawbreaker.

“Your mortal cunt is more than sufficient,” boomed Lord Esroh. “It is a shame you seek to waste it on human males.”

“N-No, my Lord! Never again, I’ll never fuck a human ever again!” swore Sunset, nodding rabidly. “I used to say things like that, but I always thought it was just my horny, drunk brain talking. Now, though, I know better. This is my calling, my destiny. And I won’t stray from this path ever again, Lord Esroh. My pussy is for horses only!”

“Fuck, that’s hot…” muttered a voice from the congregation. “I’m getting kinda horny…”

“Yeah, me too. Anyone got a toy on hand?”

“There’s a suitcase in the back of the church, it’s filled with rubber horse dicks,” said Applejack, leaning against the wall. While she was thoroughly uninvested in the goings-on here, she held a paper plate in her hands containing chicken, corn on the cob, and potato salad, a more than sufficient meal to convince her to go along with this insanity. “Feel free to use em. And kudos to whoever made this potato salad, it is good!”

“Yes! Use the toys, my Children!” called Sunset, barely able to choke out the words as each breath she took was taken away from the deity rearranging her guts. She could swear she could feel his flare hitting her womb, and each unforgiving thrust made her toes curl and hair stand on end. “Oh God, yes… Use me, my Lord, please!”

It wasn’t long before dildos were being passed out, and soon the entire room was filled with the sounds of moans from the horny congregation. Worshippers rubbing themselves through their habits, some stuffing their holes with equine cocks, and all thoroughly dedicated to the pursuit of pleasure. And all because Sunset had gotten drunk and horny a few days prior.

Maybe not the most traditional start to a new religion, but no one could say it wasn’t an effective movement.

“Oh God, he’s twitching,” moaned Sunset. True to her word, Lord Esroh’s cock began to pulse and spasm in her, even as it pounded her cervix inside out. With her tongue lolling out of her mouth and drool dripping down from her mouth, Sunset threw her head back and begged like a desperate whore. “Please! Breed me, my Lord! Cum inside of me, bless me with your holy cum!”

A low, rumbling moan escaped the God, and he firmly slammed Sunset’s body down onto the base of his cock as he came. It was like a flood, a tsunami of jizz filling Sunset to capacity from the first spurt. The sensation of being filled, especially by such hallowed seed, was enough to tip Sunset over the edge, as well; She let out a shriek, her legs tightening around her God’s chiseled torso and her cunt convulsing madly around his cock. Though she felt about full after just one spurt, Lord Esroh had far more to give her. Her belly ballooned slightly with each tidal wave of cum, with some of the thick, sticky gunk spraying from her cunt and dripping down onto Rarity and Pinkie, who greedily lapped it up. As the two lower Priestesses embraced, kissing each other deeply to swap the delicious seed between them, Lord Esroh set Sunset down onto the ground, with her quivering legs quickly giving out and sending her crashing down onto her ass.

“Your faith has been tested, and you have been deemed worthy,” declared Lord Esroh. “You shall continue your worship, and, when the time comes, you shall bear the son of God. Continue this path, High Priestess Shimmer, and you shall be rewarded once again, as will your followers.”

Lord Esroh stepped away from the worshipping mortals, and slowly returned to his carriage. He stepped inside and, with a horse dildo orgy loudly breaking out around him, he and his carriage slowly faded from this plane of existence. Sunset sat up a bit groggily, eyeing her filled belly with an off-kilter, cock-drunk grin.

“Son of God, huh?” said Sunset, rubbing her belly tenderly. “Not gonna lie, getting knocked up by a horse was one of my biggest fantasies…”

“Well, I’d say that sermon was a roaring success,” said Rarity, finally pulling her cum-coated tongue from Pinkie’s mouth. “Can't get much better than a visit from God, telling you that your worship has pleased them."

"So, High Priestess," said Pinkie with a grin. "What's next?"

What started as a convoluted drunken lie had become something far greater than what Sunset could have ever dreamed. As she slowly stood up, heavily weighed down by her God's load, she smiled and adjusted her habit to cover herself once more, all while a church full of degenerates masturbated to the spectacle of her breeding.

"Somebody get my booze and brew some coffee," said Sunset. "I think the congregation could use some Bible Study right about now."