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Did ya ever hear the one about the cultist with a sack of coconuts?

It sounded like the start of a joke, but nope- that pretty much described Lyra perfectly. With the clunking burlap sack of her precious cargo slung over her shoulder, the fennec fox emerged from the background of sand and rock early in the morning. The village disappeared over the dunes as she turned toward the short hike back to the temple. Hopefully passing for just another cloaked traveler fleeing the dust and heat of the coming day.

The temple sat atop low rocky hills, with spires hewn from the natural rock rising against the desert background. The sharp points of rock were spanned by bridges and hung with balconies engraved with swirling spirals and wave patterns, shapes that invoked the ocean. Wherever such a fantastical thing might be. The water bearers. could be called a cult, although one critical thing separated them from the many flocks of raving lunatics in the wilderness. The temple's highest spire provided a clue in the stone carving of an aquatic serpent spiralling around it and overlooking the whole of the temple with its finned head. From the ancient springs deep underground, a living breathing diety had emerged.

No smoke today

Lyra started up the first of the zigzagging avenues carved up the slopes of the hills, with a somewhat more relaxed stride. The goddess shared her arcane knowledge with those bold enough to learn from her, though there was a price as often was the case with such beings.

Past the hushed corridors and trickling fountains ringed in candlelight, brick and engraved stone gave way to a natural hollow in the sandstone. Strings of pearly gemstones hung from the ceiling, appearing to rise like bubbles from an ocean floor. Greeting the visitors to the sanctum was a naked fox lady cut from granite, lounging across a pedestal as she fed the fountain with a bottomless vase cradled to her chest.

Humming under her breath, Lyra skirted the fountain's rim. The hanging pearls reflected the fennec's short and plump figure, squashing it into even more of a shortstack. She had curves that even generic robes couldn't mute- large breasts and a big bubbly butt brushed by a tail banded into plush fluffy segments.

With a flick of her hand, Lyra produced a pouch which she emptied into the fountain's water. Bundles of flaking herbs and a few bright petals drifted down, which she set sail by tracing a toe lightly over the pool's surface.

Deeper ripples shifted across the fountain's water for just a moment. A rumble too deep to be heard, from somewhere far under the mountain. Lyra had a feeling the goddess would be appearing again very soon.

Later in the evening, voices filled the cavernous entrance hall. A couple of svelte dark furred feline ladies whirled about naked with sea snakes woven from wicker. These they dunked into pots of water and flung bursts into the congregation. Bowls of water were laid out in front of the attendees. In unison, they shed their seafoam green robes and knelt to touch their foreheads to the water. In this manner they offered there hearts to the goddess and their asses to the sky, many sets of fuzzy balls or pussies presented in the air.

Meanwhile the temple's inner halls were silent. Reflecting pools held as still as time would allow and fountains gurgled, filling the halls so fully with the sound of water that it seemed as if the prayers to the eternal sea were answered out here rather than in that boisterous spectacle of a ceremony.

During these times at the end of the day when the more fanatical were busy at prayer, there was abundant gossip to be mined in the twists, turns and curtained alcoves. At the moment though, Lyra's mind was on something else as she lounged on a stone bench and holding a half of coconut like a wine glass.

There was a certain wolf boy- the subject of a long term crush Lyra had. Tall, steely furred and handsome. Malik was his name. She stirred the coconut and took a sip of the delicious milk, allowing her perverted imagination to run with it.

That's right. I'll swallow your pulpy jizz, wolf boy...

A couple of other acolytes roosted on the bench next to her, veiled only by the willowy branches of the potted plant between them. Lyra couldn't help but notice their conversation.

"...did you see that new girl?"

"You mean the deer with huge tits? Yeah,"

Slight discomfort darkened Lyra's face. Insecurity was rearing its ugly head. She would pay it no mind.

"I'd love to see those robe globes,"

"Yeah but I think somebody's already making moves on her,"

"Who?" The speaker asked the question Lyra's mind screamed at the same time.

The first syllable of Malik's name was all Lyra needed to hear. She shot up and was marching down the hall, leaving a bewildered acolyte with a tossed coconut half on his head.

She spotted the two of them from a balcony, giggling together as they sat at a fountain. Malik and the home wrecker. Granted, this particular "home" was a series of sex fantasies with one party completely oblivious. But still! It was just as bad as Lyra had imagined. The doe was tall and attractive, a blonde with tits that were absolutely huge on her skinny frame. Ripe, round melons as they appeared wrapped in the green cloth.

Lyra practically melted off the banister to the floor in despair.

Life is pain

It was the very next day when smoke rose from the top of the temple. Excited conversation boomed as the population packed into a chamber tucked in the lowest depths of the mountain. Their voices were distorted by the sound of a rushing waterfall which dominated the far wall and fell away, forming a crystalline curtain between them and an impenetrable abyss.

A low rumble filled the chamber, a groan that could only come from a living thing though it was so collossal that it vibrated the stone under their feet. The crowd was brought to an immediate dead silence. There was not another warning until the waterfall began to part.

The mind boggled at first, figuring the mountain was collapsing. But the giant scaly face was registered after a second, covered in light blue scales with a glossy sheen. The temple's goddess leaned into the chamber, plopping breasts onto the ledge that could have crushed a house each. Her sharp face was flanked by aquatic fins and a row of ridges running from her head down the back of her neck, gleaming like angry red coral.

Secondary clear eyelids swept down to unmask the bright unblinking yellow eyes which passed over the congregation from one side to the other. At times like these, Lyra had been truly thankful for her short stature. It was not the time to stand out in a crowd. A massive hand plunged out of the waterfall, fingers tipped by sharp and barnacle-riddled claws big enough to slice an oak in half with a flick. One finger pointed into the crowd, followed intently by every gaze within the room. The finger halted and there were gasps as the crowd retreated from the selected individual as if they had been set aflame.

Case in point. There was a certain tall, buxom blonde deer who had probably no chance of blending in. Lyra searched the crowd for Malik's face to see what his reaction would be, but couldn't find him.

The crowd parted for the deer as she moved toward the waterfall and the looming face of the dragoness. She came to a halt under the two uncanny giant eyes and pulled her robes up over her head, discarding them. She stood tall and stark naked, her short white fringed tail poking straight up over her butt.

Pssh. No underwear. A skank to the end.

A huge tongue bathed the front side of the deer's body, sending her tits bouncing and causing her to stumble a bit. She was maintaining her composure well enough, though a slight tremor in the legs could be seen.

Slithering around her, the tongue pressed against the deer as it wrapped around her legs pressing them together. It spun her around to face the crowd and give everyone one last glimpse at her well endowed figure in all its glory. Behind her, the tip of the tongue reared up and struck like a cobra. The deer's eyes bugged out and she gave a loud "ooof!" as the tongue shot up her backside.

The tongue made wet popping noises as it moved deeper up the deer's butt, contorting her forward. It moved in and out, her breasts swinging wildly over the crowd's awestruck faces. Her eyes meanwhile rolled into the back of her head as she groaned.

From the waterfall emerged the other hand of the goddess and oddly, in this one she carried a fist full of coconuts.

The goddess was an ancient being, unaware of such concepts as seasoning her food with the variety of delicious plants that had grown and evolved long after her time, long after she was sealed beneath the mountain. She shared her knowledge with those bold enough to learn from her, and from those who were bold enough to teach her she granted certain priveliges such as taking suggestions as to who ought to be eaten next.

The fist squeezed and crushed the bunch of coconuts, drenching the hapless deer in white milk and pulp. The viscous liquid dripped from her hanging tits.

It's almost a typical night for ya!

The dragoness bore her teeth and whipped her meal into her mouth with shocking speed. The deer was snapped up, her hooves clunking to the floor as bloody stumps. The jaws worked up and down once and there was a crack and wet sloshing that made even the most zealous in the temple cringe. Lyra watched as her romantic rival was ground into mincemeat and swallowed with a loud gulp. One of the yellow eyes winked in Lyra's direction before the goddess receeded into the depths.

The dining hall was raucous that night and the liquor flowed freely in celebration that one of their number had ascended. That was what they called it, with a straight face even. But again, there was no sexy wolf boy to be found. Lyra pouted as she finished off the second mug of ale for the night. Pleasantly buzzed with just enough liquid courage to finally approach him. The night was winding down and still no sign of him. Though the food and drink was mostly replaced by drunken sex on the long dining table.

Whre the heck could he be?

Passing through the giant curtains of polished coral and into a much quieter hall, Lyra sighed. Maybe not tonight, since Malik decided to be a recluse. After a while she approached a beam of much brighter light spilling into the hall from below a set of stone doors. It was a sort of memorial to the day's sacrifice.

He better not be hung up on that wench!

The deer's severed hooves sat on a block of stone inside the room. Although it looked like somebody was paying respects at the moment. Actually, he was caressing the severed body parts to his cheeks. It was Malik...and his fully erect cock which he began furiously pumping.

Malik laid the hooves back down and planted a gentle kiss on each of them as he began to stroke himself. His cock was every bit as thick and veiny as Lyra had imagined. It's engorged head bobbed wildly while he stroked faster and faster, building up and then at last squirting thick milky seed all over the hooves. Wasting it on the dead deer when it should have been splattered all over Lyra's cleavage and face.

Godsdamn it! Of course he'd have a fucking hoof fetish. I can't win for losing!

Lyra gently shut the door and stormed off to her chamber, falling asleep on the pile of coconut sacks stashed on her rickety bed.