Sister Vera Lopez could keenly feel the gaze of the Lord upon her as she knelt before the altar, head down and hands clasped in fervent prayer. But unlike all the times before, when the Holy Spirit was a comfort and an inspiration to a weary body led astray, today she felt only withering judgment. The disquiet that had roiled her mind since this morning had not gone away during her personal communion — indeed, it had only increased under the terrible omniscience of the figure nailed hands and feet to the large, elaborate crucifix upon the wall. If at that moment she dared raise her head to behold the glory of the Son of God, she imagined she would see not the rapture of Jesus looking to Heaven, but the Blood of the Lamb dripping from a brow pierced by a crown of thorns, each drop running into unblinking eyes staring down into her deepest self.
Repentance was so much easier when you knew exactly what your sin was. But when you only felt like a sinner, what then? Vera would have gladly given her discomfited heart up to the Lord, so that He could purify it with His grace, but she knew that God didn’t always give His children what they wanted. And grace was a gift that could easily be withheld.
Vera sighed as she returned to the world of the corporeal, blinking away fatigue as she took in the familiar sights of the altar with its cups, candles, silks, and other decorations. She noted they were running low on wine and wafers; she would have to order more before next week’s communion. The stained glass windows on either side were dim, telling Vera that evening was fast approaching, though there hadn’t been many visitors that Sunday, even considering the morning service.
She rose to her feet, smoothing her simple black habit over her ample buttocks and oversized breasts. She’d always been ashamed of her body, drawing attention that she’d never been ready for as a young adult, and she quickly joined the seminary after college to follow a path where she might be judged by more meaningful criteria. That had been ten years ago, and though all the trials and tribulations, she had never regretted the path her life had taken.
Well…almost never.
Vera turned to the empty pews behind her, noting their shoddy woodwork and faded upholstery. She’d been lucky to find a denomination that allowed women to minister, give sermons, and even take confession, though in the two years she’d been in charge of this small-town New England church, attendance had fallen sharply from month to month…to say nothing of donations. She wasn’t sure how much longer they’d be able to keep the lights on, but she would continue her service until the end. Faith was for hard times and fair, after all. And she had certainly been feeling the former lately.
She tucked a lock of curly hair the color of burnished bronze into her hood as she checked her watch. Vera was actually scheduled to take communion today, and though normally she approached her duty with pride, she felt a strange tension now. The young nun wondered at this as she made her way to the wood-paneled double booth near the side wall, peeking through the diamond-shaped grates in both sections to ensure that the odd drunk or exhausted parishioner hadn’t made themselves comfortable again. Was this constant unease in her heart some kind of test? If so, what was she supposed to do? She felt adrift, but she shook her head vigorously to clear her mind as she entered the confessor’s side of the booth, allowing stray ringlets to fall upon her dark-clad shoulders. This was a time to help others, not wallow in her own problems. She could only continue to do her duty before God and man, no matter the state of her own soul.
It wasn’t unusual to have very few, or even no parishioners on any given day, so Vera mentally prepared herself for a long wait. But as she settled in, she heard the aged hinges of the front door creak open, and she played the customary game with herself as to who she might meet. Would it be the older man who was considering leaving his wife for another woman? Or the younger girl wracked with guilt for cheating on her midterm? Or maybe the housewife who cut herself to take her mind away from her dreary existence? It might even be the rare newcomer, with a whole new set of problems. Everyone had their own cross to bear. If Vera could help carry the load for just a few steps, she would consider her job well done.
Then Vera heard a sharp click, clack, click on the marble floor, and her face blanched. She felt something in her core twist with painful intensity, and she clutched the front of her habit so tightly she thought she might tear the fabric, but the state of her dress had suddenly become the farthest thing from her mind. She now understood exactly why she’d felt so uneasy all day.
It had been a premonition. God certainly worked in mysterious ways.
The clacking steps grew louder as the…person neared the confession booth. Vera knew she wasn’t hearing the sharp sound of a woman’s heels, or the tapping of a cane. It was the sound of hooves, and unless her visitor was auditioning for a part in the Christmas play as one of the Three Wise Men, there was only one other creature who could make that sound in this place.
This was a test. It had to be. Vera stilled herself, saying a silent prayer as she heard the door on the booth across from her open. She had the impression of a large shape squeezing itself inside, and a shadow seemed to darken her own cabin as the…person settled herself within.
Vera had to keep telling herself that the individual on the other side was a sentient being, just like any other parishioner she’d ever spoken to. It would be easy to consider her an alien, with a sense of values very different from a human’s. But all were welcome in God’s holy kingdom, no matter what form they took, and so she endeavored to open her mind and heart to the visitor.
She had a feeling that this would not be an easy task today. “In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” she intoned, making the sign of the cross across her breasts as she followed the usual protocol of allowing the parishioner to begin when they were ready.
“Bless me, Sister, for I have sinned.” The voice was rich and musical, yet breathy, like a wind instrument played hot and raw. “It has been…let’s see…three months since my last confession.”
Vera tried to still her racing heart as she considered her response.
“You are always welcome here, my child.” The nun hated the sound of a lie in the house of the Lord. At least her voice seemed reasonably steady, although she could have sworn she heard a soft chuckle at her preamble. “You should visit more often. The weight of sin can be heavy, and it would do you good to unburden yourself regularly.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” the voice murmured. “But you’re probably right. In fact, I have a feeling the two of us will be seeing much more of each other in the future. We’re going to have a lot to talk about.”
The young nun’s chill deepened. “What…might you mean by that, my child?”
There was a lengthy pause before the voice answered. “I raped someone the other day.”
Vera’s hands flew to her mouth, and her mind raced. Not again. Please, not again. Please, God in heaven, don’t do this to me. But even as she thought these things, she felt disgusted at her own selfishness. None of this was about herself. She could only do the job that the Lord bade her do, come what may. God, give me strength. I can’t do this alone.
“Did you hear what I said, Sister? I said I raped someone the other day. Two someones in fact, one right after the other. I suppose it just kind of…happened. I didn’t plan on it. Maybe that helps my case. Do you think God considers intent?”
Vera forced herself to action. “You…you should not mock the Lord, child. Ra…sexual assault is a grave sin, to be treated with the gravity it deserves.” She needed to get her priorities in order. “Can you tell me who the v-victims were?” Vera loathed herself for stuttering. She had to slow down. “This is a serious matter, and they should be given all the help we can give them, as soon as possible.”
The voice chuckled. “Just like you helped the last girl? My God, she was such a juicy treat…pardon my language. Whatever happened with her, Sister Lopez? I’m afraid I’ve been too busy to keep in touch.”
Vera’s rosy cheeks darkened in florid anger. This was not the time for games, but she would play along for now. “I don’t recall telling you my last name, Ms…?”
“Celestia. Just Celestia.”
Three months ago, Celestia had come to Vera’s church with a similar burden. At the time, the nun thought that the visitor had slipped in giving just enough information about her previous victim to identify her to the police. Since then, Vera had come to the ominous conclusion that the creature had done so on purpose, just as she had casually dropped Sister Lopez’s name unbidden now.
The strange being liked to show off. Vera might have thought this behavior amusingly human-like if the consequences were not so horrifying.
“Celestia. I beg you not to treat this as a joke. You know full well what happened the last time. You told me before God that you would submit to the authorities and repent for what you did. Were those lies?”
Another pause. “Are you angry with me?” The visitor actually managed to sound sad, even contrite.
“Very much so. But my wrath is not what’s important now.”
“I see,” Celestia muttered. “In my defense, the girl decided not to press charges, completely of her own volition. It seemed to me that I’d already been forgiven, so I moved on with my life. But in the interest of repentance, I’ll say that you should look for a mother and daughter pair. They live in this town. Check the east side. One is an ex-nun, coincidentally enough.”
That would probably be enough to narrow the list down. Vera nodded, glaring at the grate between the two cabins and wishing she could get the full measure of the enigmatic being on the other side. “Thank you, Celestia. However, this does not erase what you’ve done. Or what you did last time.” Or any other time before she darkened Vera’s doorstep. “If you want to demonstrate your sincerity, you need to turn yourself in to the police. But we can discuss that later. For now…maybe you could just try to tell me why you’re compelled to do such despicable things.”
“Hmm.” There was a creaking sound as Celestia adjusted her position, then she went silent for a time.
“Celestia?”
“Give me a moment, please. I thought I’d be ready for this question, but I guess I still don’t quite know the answer.”
There was a haunting uncertainty in Celestia’s response that piereced Vera’s chest, causing her to grit her teeth in determination. She couldn’t give up. Even in the face of such evil, she would not let Satan claim this soul without a fight. “Take your time, child. I’m right here.”
A weary sigh came from the other side. “Sister, I…when I said I didn’t mean for it to happen, I meant exactly that. The last time, too. You don’t know what it’s like, the temptation…it’s maddening, Sister. I don’t know what to do.”
Vera nodded. At last, they seemed to be getting somewhere. “Let’s talk it out. Tell me about these demons that are leading you astray.”
“Demons.” Celestia’s laugh was rueful. “Sister Lopez, I’ve been in this world for ten years now, but I will never forget the day I stepped out of the dimensional portal. I was anticipating a new life, and new opportunities. I was so…hopeful. But do you know what I thought when I first laid eyes on humankind? Do you know what you looked like to me?”
Vera could feel her pulse quickening. “No, Celestia. What did we look like?”
“Prey.”
The young nun said nothing, not trusting her voice. The wood-paneled wall between the two sections suddenly seemed far too thin.
“And I don’t mean like antelopes or other creatures that have evolved to evade predators.” Celestia continued, heedless of her listener’s disquiet. “No, humanity as a whole were — are — like cattle: dumb, farmable and easily led to slaughter. Imagine an entire planet of walking, talking T-bone steaks, and you might be able to better understand my problem.”
Vera’s sudden fear subsided, but only a little. “You’re not talking about food.”
“That depends on your point of view,” Celestia countered. “A healthy sex life is just as important. For me, at least. Others may differ.” Her tone grew plaintive. “The temptation is…oh, Sister…it’s too much to bear. When the sheep gladly offer up their necks to my teeth, what else can I do but bite down? It’s instinct. I’ve tried to fight against it…so, so many times, for longer than your human reckoning could ever imagine…but I can’t resist. I need to fuck, Sister. I crave pussy. Can you understand that?”
“Watch your language, child!” Vera hid her growing horror under a veil of indignation. “I’ve been a nun for as long as you’ve been here, and I have been chaste my whole life. If a weak human like myself can resist her carnal urges, then someone with your strength of will should be able to. You are not an animal. You must use the mind God gave you to control your instincts, not the other way around.”
Celestia shifted once again in her seat. Through the diamond-shaped grill in the wall before her, Vera could just make out the amused twinkle of sapphire eyes against a rainbow-hued background. “You certainly are a sanctimonious one, aren’t you? But I suppose it comes with the territory.” The nun saw the white of teeth from the other side. She hoped it was only a smile. “That said, what a terrible waste. A woman with a body like yours staying a virgin is such a shame.”
Celestia’s voice sharpened into a hiss. “Have you ever thought of what it might be like, even once? I mean, as long as we’re having a heart-to-heart, how about a little quid pro quo?”
Vera caught herself before she could reply in anger. This was the time to follow her own advice and think. “In that case…in the interest of repentance…yes. Yes, I have thought about what it would be like, many times. In fact, I've been tempted to go further than just thinking. But God has given me the wisdom to see through mortal wiles, and the resolve to honor my covenant with Him, just as He continues to honor His covenant with us. Now. Quid pro quo. Why will you not turn yourself in to the police? Do you fear human justice?”
The young nun could see a vague side-to-side motion from the other cabin in response. “On the contrary. There’s no human prison that could hold me, and no human power that could harm me. My ego does not allow me to place myself in bondage to the weak, for any reason. And I always follow my ego."
Celestia sidled closer to the grate, close enough that Vera could see flashes of her long, muscular tongue and razor-sharp incisors as she spoke. “My turn. How big are your tits, Sister? E cup? Come on. Give me something my imagination can run with.”
Vera took a deep breath. This was already getting out of hand. She instinctively crossed her arms over her bountiful chest, remembering the taunts and lewd propositions of days gone by. “They…they’re F cups.”
“F-cups!” Celestia leaned her snowy head against the wall between herself and Vera, and the young nun almost thought she could see shimmers of heat emanating from a panting throat. “Making someone with tits like yours into a nun means God must have a sense of humor.”
“Thats enough,” Vera chided, wincing at the echo of her voice in the small cabin. It was time to finish this. “I have one last question before I bid you go with God.” There was something that had been on her mind since the first time she’d encountered Celestia. “Do other visitors have the same…thoughts as yourself?”
“Are you facing an alien menace, you mean?” Celestia gave a low chuckle. “No. There are very few like me, and I am the oldest, most ravenous of my kind. Other ponies are similar enough to humans. More or less. All right, quid pro quo-“
“I think we’re done here, Celestia.” Vera forced as much strength into her voice as she could muster. “This conversation is going down an obscene road, and I still need to-“
“One more, Sister Lopez. Pleeeeease. Just one more, and I’ll leave. I promise. If I must be cast into hell, then at least grant me this small reprieve.”
Vera was sure that the serpent in the Garden of Eden must have used a similar kind of temptation. But…if she promised to leave…
“One more, then.” Vera steeled herself.
“Thank you, Sister. How sensitive is your body? Are your nipples large, like erasers? Do you feel a jolt when they rub against your clothing? What about your clitoris? Is it thick, and full of nerve endings, like the head of a cock? Is it so big that it makes your little white panties with the blue polka dots stretch out when you get excited? Are your pussy lips thick? Do they open and turn wine red when you think about fucking? Do you produce so much cunt juice, your panties get soaked through? Do you enjoy the flavor of your own secretions? Have you ever spread your thick ass and put a finger in your hole, wishing it was something bigger-“
“Stop! Stop that right now!” Vera put her head in her hands as she stared uncomprehendingly at the ground. How did she know? Had she been spying on her? Was she surveilling her next target? “Those are personal questions! I refuse to entertain your jests any longer!”
“You certainly have been entertaining,” Celestia purred. “I understand if you’re afraid to face yourself, Sister Lopez. People spend their whole lives trying to come to grips with their sexuality. But I come to you out of concern, truly. There’s no reason for you to remain so unfulfilled.”
Unfulfilled? Yes. Yes, she was. By God in heaven, Vera had felt so needy lately, but that was between herself and the Lord. This horse-shaped harlot had no right to spew that information back at her!
“I appreciate your concern, but my sexuality is not your business. Now, if there’s nothing else-“
“I disagree, Sister. It very much is my business.” Celestia’s whispered declaration twigged something in Vera’s primal mind, making her breath catch in her throat. “But don’t worry about it. You don’t need to say anything more — in fact, it’s probably best that you remain silent for a while. I already know all the answers to my little quiz, anyway. Humans are such open books. You’re so…fascinating, as Twilight would say."
What did all that mean? “Celestia…why don’t we-“
“I said, remain silent.”
Vera put a hand to her mouth. Her other hand started to reach toward the door.
“Do not move.”
The young nun instantly shrank back from the latch, feeling tears prickling the corners of her eyes. The church was completely empty at this time of night, except for the two of them.
“Good girl.”
Vera could just make out Celestia closing her jewel-like eyes for a moment as she sniffed the air theatrically. “I can smell your fear, Sister Lopez. I can also smell your cunt. It’s hard for me to say which is more appetizing, which doesn’t bode well for the state of my soul, I suppose. Now, then.”
The door on Celestia’s cabin creaked open. The visitor slowly exited, taking a deep breath of incense-filled air as she stretched out her massive body.
Prey. The word resonated in Vera’s mind as she heard Celestia’s dreadful hoof-falls approaching her side of the booth. She pressed herself against the corner of the cabin as her head swiveled madly, looking for escape…but she had been told not to move…but she had to find a way out!
No. It was far too late. The old, rickety latch jiggled loose, and the door swung open.
The strange, horse-like creature was standing on her hind legs. The flickering candlelight of the votives colored her pure-white fur in shades of red, orange and shadowy black. She took a step inside, and her gold-shod hooves sparkled in the meager illumination, while her wide white wings folded behind her, appearing at one moment too big then, at the next, strangely small. Her bulky equine body looked as soft and curvy as a passing cloud, and as strong as the mightiest thoroughbred.
Celestia took a step inside, gazing down at the cowering Vera while stretching her forelimbs to either wall, taking in the measure of the small room. The graceful spiral of pearlescent white upon her brow put the lie to every fairy tale that the young nun had ever heard in her life, looking more like a threatening weapon than a magical tool, and she moaned as the visitor licked her chops with that long, obscenely prehensile tongue.
She wan’t sure if her reaction was completely out of fear. And this was the worst realization yet.
The visitor was forced to lower her head as she fully entered the cabin, still up on her haunches, and Vera heard the door slam shut like the sound of doom. Celestia’s massive frame took up every inch of spare space, and she seemed to enjoy showing herself off, from the tip of her horn to the tip of her…
Celestia chuckled as she saw the direction of Vera’s gaze. Her alicorn’s length was fully erect and ready, and she displayed it with pride, closely watching as the human followed the incredible two feet of horse cock with her eyes. The flat head on top of the black-and white slab of meat was already leaking a clear, syrupy fluid, while the softball-sized balls underneath pulsed in their furry sack, throbbing with the urge to inseminate.
The visitor watched Vera squirm for a while, enjoying her reactions, then she casually looked over the cramped space, as if noticing her surroundings for the first time.
“Hmm. I see.”
Celestia oriented herself toward the wall separating the two halves, grasping Vera by her shoulder and dragging the nun into position between her big, meaty thighs. Vera’s back hit the barrier with a thud, and she gasped at the surprising force as she looked up at the visitor, who peered through the speaking grate with a strange curiosity.
“Interesting. This is a viewpoint most people will never see in their lives. There’s something compelling about that. Something exciting. Don’t you think?”
Vera’s fear did not allow her to respond, but Celestia’s attention was elsewhere for now. The alicorn took a step forward, and her oversized nuts came to rest upon Vera’s similarly large breasts. Her slime-coated cock slid against the nun’s bare cheek, and Vera whimpered as she felt the scalding heat of the throbbing fucktool upon her skin.
Celestia panted hotly as she stared out into the empty half of the booth. “This is so…intimate. Isn’t it? Just you and your penitent, sharing the deepest, darkest of secrets. You can say anything. You can do anything. And it’s all between yourselves and a forgiving God. How could you ever resist the compulsion to do something…nasty?”
“This is the house of the Lord!” Vera rasped, finally finding her voice. “We cannot do such mffff-“
The visitor began to thrust harder against Vera’s face and tits, stimulating herself as she imagined all the terrible acts that might be soiling innocent confession booths the world over. Vera felt Celestia’s balls contract and leap in their sack, almost striking her in the chin as a mighty throb traveled up through the fat cock before her. A moment later, the young nun felt the patter of liquid upon her covered head. Then another, longer drizzle, and yet another. Soon, her black and white hood was soaked through with sticky, scalding hot precome.
Celestia was marking her like a beast. She was horrified to find her hands in her lap, kneading the secret spot between her legs that she had only toyed with for most of her life. The nun tried to pray in her mind, beseeching the Lord for succor, but no such respite was forthcoming.
Celestia grunted as she looked down at last, reading Vera’s thoughts like a Sunday school tract. “I’m anointing you, Sister Lopez. Can you feel my grace raining down upon your brow? Isn’t it warm, like a thawing sunrise after the snow? I made it all for you. Here. Let me give you as much as you can handle…and more.”
With a casual, yet possessive motion, Celestia placed a hoof on top of Vera’s soiled hood. “Open your mouth.”
Vera tried to shake her head, but Celestia’s grip was like steel. “No. By God, I will not!”
The gold-shod digit wandered lower, tracing the curve of Vera’s cheek before pressing against her trembling, rose-tinted lips. “I understand, dear Sister. My cock is very large, and you’re quite reasonably afraid of being hurt. But you see, the thing is…I don’t care. I want to feel your throat around my prick, and I always get what I want. Now, unless you want your teeth broken, open your fucking mouth, child.”
Vera mewled like a kitten. She had been vanquished. Any will to resist she thought she still possessed had been summarily squeezed out of her by Celestia’s uncompromising grip on her face, draining away as surely as the endless flow of fluids streaming down the length of the threatening cock before her. She tucked her hair back into her soggy hood with a shaky hand, trying to calm herself with a familiar action as she slowly parted her lips.
A part of Vera’s awareness dimly noticed the soft glow of Celestia’s regal horn illuminating the dark of the cabin, but she had little time to consider what this meant before the visitor’s hips pulled back, and the spongy, wide flare on the end of Celestia’s prick slowly, irrevocably changed her from a woman of God into a warm, wet sheath for horsecock.
Celestia’s sensuous groan echoed throughout the church as she watched her thick pride sink inch by delicious inch into Vera’s body, stretching the young nun’s mouth wide and tunneling monstrously deep into her gullet. Vera’s hands weakly beat against her violator’s massive thighs as they pressed closer, but she may as well have been trying to stop a wave from crashing against the shore. Her reddened eyes widened in shock as she felt the throbbing, hot meat conquer her throat utterly, moving any unnecessary organs out of the way as it cored out her insides.
“Mmmm. Fuck, I needed this.” Celestia luxuriated in her pleasure, shamelessly enjoying the feel of the spasming cock holster beneath her. “Oh, Sister. Look at you. Look how my dick is utterly wrecking you. I can see it through your clothes! Have you ever known such rapture in your life? Do you understand exactly how lucky you are? You…ohhh, fuck…you ought to be thanking God for such a blessing. I’d say you should get on your knees in worship, but…” Celestia chuckled, then her mouth went slack, and she moaned as Vera’s throat fluttered around her prick’s sensitive surface.
Vera wasn’t kneeling. Her legs were splayed apart, and she could feel a growing pool of warm cream beneath her buttocks as her body betrayed her. She didn’t know how she was still alive with two feet of arm-thick meat invading her body, but she knew that she would never be the same after this.
Celestia was destroying her. She was destroying her body, her faith in herself, and her trust in God. Could she have fought harder against the monster rutting into her throat? Would the Lord forgive her for being so receptive to Celestia’s advances? Or had God abandoned her?
The young nun tried to think of a prayer as the tip of Celestia’s cock entered her stomach, but her mind was blank. There was nothing. Her entire world was the raunchy barnyard smell of a rutting animal, and the taste of cockmeat against her tongue. She was lost.
Vera shuddered as she came hard, soaking the front of her habit with streams of hot cream. The spurting sound of her forceful ejaculation echoed loudly in the cabin.
Celestia’s knowing laugh made Vera want to die. “That’s it, Sister Lopez. It’s all right. Let yourself go. And don’t worry — God still loves you.”
The alicorn hissed as she drew her fat breeding tool back a few spit-shined inches, in preparation for a proper throat-fucking. “I’ve heard His voice. All He wants is for you to be happy. That’s why He sent me. I’m the instrument of his will, Sister Lopez. Now…ohhhh…just relax, and put your trust in-“
The front door’s rusty hinges squealed. Vera let out a muffled scream around Celestia’s cock, but she was held fast. The tap of approaching footsteps chilled her blood.
In contrast, Celestia seemed unperturbed as her equine ears swiveled toward the sound. “You have a late caller,” she murmured. “I suggest you keep still and quiet, unless you want to reveal your horsefucking tendencies to your congregation.”
Vera longed to scream, “You made me this way!” But even if she could, she dared not make a sound…and in any case, was that the truth? Only God knew…and maybe Celestia, somehow, someway.
She gave herself up to fate as the door on the penitent’s booth opened and closed. There was a rustle of movement as the parishioner took a seat.
“In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” Celestia’s voice was gentle and perfectly controlled, without a trace of its previous feral intensity. She even had the gall to make the sign of the cross with a free hoof across her snowy barrel. “I bid you welcome, my child.”
“Thank you, Sister.” The voice was feminine, and Vera could detect hints of rather expensive perfume amidst the dominating sensual assault of Celestia’s genitals. “You’re…not Sister Lopez, are you? Is she all right? I’ve never done this before, and I was hoping she’d be here…”
“She’s a bit under the weather at the moment,” Celestia replied smoothly as she petted Vera’s head like a faithful dog, smiling as the nun’s eyes blazed in helpless indignation. “Sunstroke. She’ll be right as rain soon, don’t you worry. In the meantime, let Sister Tia hear your confession. You’re in good hands, my child.”
“I see. Give her my best, then.” The voice paused before continuing, a familiar behavior to Vera. Most people needed a moment to collect their thoughts. “Bless me, Sister, for I have sinned. I hope I said that right…?”
“Perfectly, child. But no need to worry about the exact formalities. Try to relax. I’m not going anywhere.” As she spoke, Celestia gently sawed her fat cock in and out of Vera’s clinging throat, using her as a living, breathing sex toy. Shame, fear and a blazing excitement fought for control of Vera’s mind as she sat in a pool of her own juices, passively taking cock while trying desperately not to sputter and choke with every movement.
All she had to do was endure. It would be over soon, as long as she was quiet.
Please, God, let it be over soon.
The voice sighed deeply. She’d finally gathered her nerve. “I guess I should start at the beginning. My…my daughter came for a visit last week. With her husband. It had been a while since I’d seen them. They were always busy...doing the things couples do, I figured. Honestly...I’d always thought they were perfect for each other, and very happy together. That’s what I thought, anyway.”
Celestia’s slow thrusting sped up just a little. “Go on, child.”
“Okay. I should just get through this. We…watched a movie on the couch Saturday night, the three of us. We’d all had a little too much to drink, but Laurel — that’s my daughter — she was always kind of a lightweight, and she went to bed early. Her husband and I — Tim — we finished the movie, then we started in on the liquor. We were just…enjoying each other’s company.”
“There was a lot more liquor, I gather. Moderation is important in all things.”
The woman’s laugh was bitter. “I wish getting tipsy was my only sin. But…Tim is a good man. He has a great sense of humor, and it had been a long time since I’d been that close with someone so charming since my own husband passed. Tim told me…that their marriage was having some problems. They’d been arguing over money lately...that kind of thing. I told him they were going through the challenges all marriages go through. He wasn’t so sure.”
Vera heard Celestia’s panting breath quicken as the woman told her story. The alicorn’s balls shuddered and flexed in their soft leather sack, and the paunch in the nun’s stomach grew just a bit bigger as another jet of precome landed in her guts. For a terrifying moment, Vera thought she might retch up everything she’d been fed, giving up the game entirely, but she managed to compose herself. Barely.
Despite her growing excitement, Celestia’s tone remained perfectly even. “I’m guessing your next words are going to be, ‘one thing led to another.’ Am I right?”
Vera heard a shuddering breath from the next cabin. “Yes, Sister. We…I…it just happened. I think we were both lonely, in our own ways, and…”
“No need to overthink things. You fucked him. And it was very, very good. Wasn’t it?”
There was a choking gasp from the other side. “My God! I mean…how could you use such language, Sister? Especially here?”
Celestia dismissed the reaction with a wave of a hoof. “Don’t be afraid of a few raw words, child. I’ve found that vulgarity elicits the strongest, truest emotional responses, which is helpful when trying to tease out what’s really in people’s hearts. It’s just a tool, one of many, and if it helps me help others, then I’ll use it without hesitation and ask forgiveness later. I’m sure the Lord will understand. Now, please answer the question. No need to be shy.”
“Oh. Well, then…yes. We…fucked. And it was wonderful…the best I’ve had in years. My daughter doesn’t suspect a thing, and Tim swears it was a one-time indiscretion, but…Sister…I don’t want it to be. It’s like something’s awakened inside me, and I need more. But the guilt is eating me alive. I mean…I had sex with-“
“Fucked.” Celestia took a sure grip on the top of Vera’s head and widened her stance before drawing back her hips, extracting a generous length of cock from the young nun’s throat. Then she slowly sank back into the fleshy sheath, letting out the tiniest sigh, a sound so soft that only Vera could hear it.
The unsuspecting woman let out a nervous cough. “Yes. I…fucked my daughters’s husband. You know, you’re right…there’s no need to sugar coat it. I did a terrible thing, Sister. My mind knows that, but my heart only wants to be with Tim again. What do I do? How can I find peace?”
“Hmm.” Celestia began to gently saw in and out of Vera’s mouth as she considered her response. “In order to best help you, I need to ask one very important question. It may make you uncomfortable, but this is crucial information for me. All right?”
“Of course, Sister. Ask away.”
“Thank you. My question is this. Does Tim have a big cock?”
Vera was expecting to hear another sputtering expression of shock, but there was only a moment’s pause before the answer. “Yes, Sister. It’s very big. You could even call it enormous.”
“I see.” Celestia increased the pace of her thrusting. The back of Vera’s head began to tap, tap, tap against the wall behind her as she was used. “How does it feel inside you?”
“Glorious,” the woman said, this time without hesitation. “He’s so…wide. He stretches out my…my…”
“Your cunt,” Celestia said, and now her voice contained an audible hint of breathiness. “Use your words."
“My cunt,” the woman said with particular emphasis. “He makes my cunt sing, Sister. I felt like a virgin when he took me — he had to break me in. I’m surprised Laurel didn’t hear the sounds I made when he hilted inside me. And when he came…there was so much, it simply poured out afterward. It was magical.”
There was no longer anything leisurely about Celestia’s face fucking. Vera was mortified to hear the thumping sound of her head bouncing off the wood paneling become clearly audible as her violator took her pleasure, rutting sharply into her accepting throat.
“Sister? Is everything all right? What’s that strange sound?”
“Just a little construction down in the basement,” Celestia said breezily as her nuts hitched once again. This time, there was nowhere else for her precome to go but out, and a splatter of fluid burst from around her cock onto the already soaked front of Vera’s habit, coating her enormous breasts with yet more of the visitor’s essence. “The sound comes up through the pipes, but pay it no mind. Let’s get back to business.”
“Yes. Of course.”
“Now, child. Aside from the circumstances, it sounds like you had a wonderful time. That’s not surprising; the body wants what it wants, and it doesn’t really care about things like morality and familial squabbles. This is not necessarily a bad thing, and it certainly isn’t here. You should put yourself at ease, and follow your body’s natural urges. Do you know why?”
“No, Sister.” The voice had an air of anticipation. “Tell me, please.”
“It’s because Tim has a big cock.”
The woman’s brief silence spoke volumes. “That’s it? But, what does that have to do with my sins?“
“I see no sins here,” Celestia said. She was moving forcefully now, no longer even trying to hide the sounds of throat-wrecking conquest. Her heavy balls swung against Vera’s chin, adding another source of rhythmic percussion to the alicorn’s performance.
“No…sins? But, I-“
“None. You see, child, submission to big cock is the most natural thing in the world. God has endowed certain individuals with special gifts, and they are meant to be shared as widely as possible. As the recipient of such a gift, Tim was only doing what he was meant to do, and you responded in the only way you could. In the face of such pleasure, nothing else matters — not family, not obligation…nothing. And that’s the way it should be.”
“I…that is…but, what about Laurel? What about her feelings?”
“What about them?” Celestia growled. “Laurel spurned the gift that was given by God. She turned away from big cock, and as a result, she’s unhappy and unfulfilled. What happened is as much her fault as anyone's. If you’re looking for a sinner in this situation, it’s your daughter. No one else.”
Vera wanted to cry out in rejection of Celestia’s ridiculous blasphemy, but she was in no position to argue. The banging of her face-fucking was now loud enough to be easily heard outside the booth, and she could no longer hold back the gurgling, choking, moaning sounds of her defilement. Precome and spit ran down her chin in rivulets, and her arms hung slack at her sides. She could only look up at her destroyer with the pleading eyes of a pieta, praying for the end of her suffering as her body let out another shameful orgasm, adding yet more wetness to her soaked habit.
“I never…I never thought of it that way.” The woman hesitated again as the sounds of brutal fellatio banished the sacred silence of the church. “My God, what is that terrible racket? It sounds like-“
“Construction. I want you to tell your daughter about how you fucked her husband, child.”
“What? I can’t do that!”
“You can. You must.” Celestia was now panting openly, and small grunts emerged from her throat with each rocking slam of her hips. “Laurel needs to understand what she’s throwing away. But don’t just talk about it. It’s not her mind you need to convince, but her cunt. You and Tim…the both of you…oh, fuck…”
Celestia’s whispered moan was an unmistakable warning, but she continued. “…the both of you need to go to her together, so you can all share in the pleasures of big cock. Explain to Laurel what it means to give yourself over to nature’s bounty, and then submit to your new lover as God…a-ahh…as God intended. The two of you will worship big cock as a family, and in doing so, you will know peace. Do you understand?”
She had to know. The woman had to know how insane this all was, but she said nothing for a while as she digested Sister Tia’s instructions.
“If that’s what it takes…then I will do so, Sister. Maybe we can work something out…if you think she’ll be receptive to such ideas…”
“Mmm…I’m sure she will be,” Celestia moaned. “And if she isn’t, bring her here. I’ll explain everything to her myself…thoroughly. All right?”
“…Yes, Sister. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
The slamming of Celestia’s oral assault was now so loud that it could almost certainly be heard from outside. The alicorn had to raise her voice to give her final invocation. “May God give you pardon and peace. I absolve you of your sins. G-go with…” She grunted thickly, temporarily losing the power of speech. “...w-with God, my child. Now hurry home.”
The dismissed penitent left the booth, and Vera could scarcely make out trailing footsteps that quickened as the woman made her exit, hopeful and unburdened. One way or another, life would be very different for that woman and her loved ones, but such petty concerns soon vanished from Vera’s thoughts.
“Goddamn it, that was hot as fuck!” Celestia cried as she slammed her hips forward over and over, drilling a sloppy tunnel into Vera’s passive throat. The gluck, gluck, gluck sounds of hardcore throating were almost as loud as Celestia’s animal snarls and moans, and the nun thought she might pass out from the sheer force of a thousand impacts, but she knew she would not be so lucky. This was her penance…or her hell. She wasn’t sure which.
“Should’ve…broken down this wall…so she could see…what real cock looks like!” Celestia growled like a tiger as she stared into the other cabin, no doubt imagining the look of shock and lust on the woman’s face as she beheld true majesty. “All you humans…you love to take alicorn dick…it’s like a fucking drug, isn’t it? Ohh, but the feeling is mutual…human holes are so tight…so wet…so easy to just…take…oh, fuck, Sister!”
Vera felt her useless arms moving of their own volition, and her hands somehow grasped Celestia’s gurgling nuts, which were pulling up into their sack and pumping like a bellows in preparation for release. “Behold, child! Behold! This is my come! Drink of it!”
The hot, throbbing balls in Vera’s palms leapt in her grip as the length of pipe in her throat widened. She felt the load travel down the long, meaty tube before it exited in a series of loud spurts, displacing everything in her stomach and messily splattering yet more thick nut out of her mouth and onto her sizable chest. Again and again, those mighty balls pumped out their contents, and Vera shook with rapture, her destiny as a come dumpster fulfilled at last.
Celestia held Vera’s head against her lap, grunting loudly with each contraction of her nuts as she emptied herself into the cock sock beneath her. She pulled out, then in again, then out, then in, fucking the come into Vera, not caring that her chosen receptacle was already far past overflowing.
The alicorn’s grunts became deep sighs as she enjoyed her release. Or was it the control she got off on? The domination? Questions from another life floated in and out of Vera’s consciousness, vanishing almost as soon as they appeared. There was no more room in her mind for such thoughts.
There was no more room in her anywhere.
Celestia took a deep breath before she began to extract her fat horsecock from Vera’s throat. The sticky, messy sound was an insult to the sanctity of their surroundings, but the alicorn cared not as she pulled herself free…slowly…slowly…while she hissed her satisfaction, reveling in every moment.
With a last yank, the full length of Celestia’s cock was again exposed to the air: thick, long, covered in fluid…and still perfectly rigid. Vera coughed, retching up yet more thick come as her sloppy face was plastered with the remnants of the alicorn’s balls, crisscrossing in thick lines until she was covered in a white, slimy mask.
Celestia gazed down at Vera like a proud artist admiring her creation. Rivulets of cream ran from the top of the nun's head into her open, reddened eyes as she leaned heavily against the wall, while gobbets of come still drooled from her open mouth. Her habit was just as much white as black now, with thick, lumpy splotches ruining the once well-kept fabric. Vera’s F-cup tits stood out in sharp relief from underneath, the nipples hard as gems, while the raised hem of her soiled clothing revealed her shapely legs and the bottom of her thick thighs and ass.
The alicorn hissed with wonder at the sight. “Oh, Sister Lopez. Look how beautifully fucked out you are. Did I say it was a joke, you becoming a nun? No. It was a fucking war crime. A tragic loss to humanity. It’s almost a shame that your fellow humans will still be denied your beauty. You’re an alicorn slut now, Sister.”
Celestia gripped Vera’s head, moving it back and forth like a doll’s. “Fuck. Do you even remember your own name? Mmm…but I bet you think this is over, don’t you? You think we’re done? No, not yet. You still have some uncharted territory for me to claim, girl.”
Vera shuddered, then she moaned piteously. Her tongue struggled to clear the blockage of thick come from her throat so she could croak out an entreaty. “No…y-you can’t…for the love of God, p-please…”
A sudden fire blazed in Celestia’s sapphire eyes as she heard Vera’s choking words.
“After all that.”
Vera felt herself being lifted by the same unseen force that raised her arms before, but this time her entire body left the ground. Her back slammed against the latched door of the booth, and the nun grunted as the wind was knocked out of her lungs. She could barely see through the mess in her eyes…what was happening?
“For the love of God?”
The force pinning Vera to the door increased, and she groaned at the pressure. She could hear the sound the metal latch mechanism bending out of shape, and she could feel the wood behind her cracking.
“For the love of God?”
Vera screamed as the stress on her chest ramped up, until finally the door behind her burst into splinters, showering the nearest pews with broken wood and sawdust. Her body flew up, high over the main aisle, and for a moment she beheld the church’s beautiful stained glass windows up-close and personal. Then her trajectory changed, and she slammed into the altar at the front of the church with sickening speed, landing on her stomach on the marble table with her legs hanging from the front and her thick buttocks facing the congregation.
As she struggled to maintain her sanity, Vera heard Celestia’s hoof steps approaching, and she wept openly, knowing what was about to happen to her. Disregarding her prey’s blubbering, the alicorn somehow tore off the remains of the habit with a sickening rip, exposing Vera’s stacked, curvy figure to the incense-filled air.
“For the love of God?”
Celestia bent down behind Vera’s ample rear, pulling the two meaty halves apart with relish and examining the soaked, furry cunt, still dripping with strings of cream down her thighs, as well as the tight brown anus above. Unrolling her long, sticky tongue, the alicorn licked a trail from the nun’s engorged, reddened clit, through the fully unfurled lips of her pussy, up over the twitching asshole, then onto her lower back…then higher, moving up Vera’s spine before planting her forelegs on either side of her prey’s uncomprehending head.
“For the love of God?”
The alicorn pulled back her haunches, lining up her ever-randy cock against Vera’s virgin cunt. As a last sign of resistance, the nun clenched her interior muscles to try to keep the monstrous invader at bay, but it made not an ounce of difference as Celestia drove forward, claiming Vera’s innocence before the watchful eyes of the Lord.
Vera screamed and wailed, and struggled, but alicorn lust could not be denied. With gradual, steady pressure, Celestia’s fat breeder pried open the nun’s pussy and filled up her channel, going deep, deeper than Vera ever imagined anything could go, until she felt as if her whole body was packed with nothing but cock. Her thighs trembled, and cream spurted and drooled around the relentless fuck tool as she came, and came, and came, and then the head of that mighty cock nudged at the entrance of her most secret, hidden place.
A shocked gasp escaped from Vera’s throat, and Celestia chuckled knowingly as she bent down over her prey’s back, beginning to fuck hard against the rippling cushion of the nun’s enormous backside. The clap, clap, clap sound of their coupling harmonized with Vera’s confused wails and Celestia’s feral grunting to make up a filth-stained hymn to deities much older, and much wilder than any in human memory.
“Nnngh. Who do you love?” Celestia’s grunted question lit up Vera’s brain like a jolt of electricity, but she only groaned, not wanting to give her tormentor the satisfaction, yet knowing that her defiance would be useless in the end.
Celestia’s sharp teeth ran lightly over Vera’s ear, and the woman gibbered in terror. The alicorn’s powerful fucking was making steady progress, and Vera could feel the flat head of the prick inside her beginning to breach the final barrier that she instinctively understood was her cervix.
“Who do you love?” Celestia repeated.
“God!” Vera cried with the last of her strength. To the end, to the end…she hoped that the Lord would see this final outburst, at least. Maybe it would make her perdition a little lighter. She hoped so.
As if listening to her treacherous thoughts, Celestia roared, shocking Vera with the leonine power emerging from that slender throat. The alicorn gave one last, mighty shove, and her cock head crashed through the last of Vera’s meager resistance into the depths of the nun’s womb, taking everything for herself, and herself alone.
“Who do you love?” Celestia grasped Vera’s chin with a foreleg and pulled her head upward, so that they were both staring at the gigantic crucifix on the far wall of the church. The body of Jesus gazed back serenely, all forgiving, all loving. “Tell him! Who do you love? Say it!”
“You! I love you, Celestia!” Vera wailed her defeat. “I love you! I love you!” It was as if they were the only words she remembered, the only words left to her after everything else was stripped away, leaving a cock-broken plaything. But that was all right, surely? It was okay to not have to think…to be owned. That was fine. Wasn’t it?
Celestia panted with effort as her inexhaustible balls pulsed once again, filling Vera’s untouched womb with scalding horse come. Proudly listening to the explosion of her spending as it burst out of the nun’s overfilled pussy to soil the marble floor beneath them, she locked eyes with the figure on the crucifix above. The alicorn's mouth hung open and her tongue lolled lazily as she overfilled the receptacle beneath her, but she felt no shame. She only gave a small nod to the beautifully crafted statue, as if acknowledging an equal.
“The Lord’s Prayer,” Celestia muttered as she continued to glare up at her vanquished rival. “I know you know it. Say it. Now.”
Through her sobbing and the haze of violent orgasm, Vera recognized the given command, and she struggled to obey. “cough…our F-Father…who a-art in Heaven…”
“Not that part,” Celestia snapped. “The end. ‘For thine is the kingdom.’ Go on.” And she turned Vera’s face so that she could look nowhere but at the alicorn, making it clear who the nun’s audience was.
Vera fell into Celestia’s sparkling, impossibly blue eyes, and she knew there was no escape. “For thine…is the kingdom…and the power…and the glory…”
Even now, her body delivered to its new mistress a final surrender. “Forever…and ever! Amen!” And she came hard under Celestia's lusty body and watchful gaze. The alicorn took in all the wild expressions that the nun would never show to another, and she saw that they were good. Very good.
Celestia drew closer to the ruined woman. "Be at peace, child. Post nubila phoebus," she whispered against Vera's soiled cheek. "But not yet. Not yet."
