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• Another OC prompt, this time of a nun trying and failing to resist the temptation to worship futa cock. We are probably all going to hell for this. As always, Jeeves wrote this as part of his Pateron reward tiers, and so he granted me his blessing to post the story here. Remember to follow his SoFurry or FurAffinity accounts, and donate to his Patreon, if you can. Anyways, off we go.

The Nun's Temptation

Today had been a good day. A day full of reverent worship, of quiet contemplation, and of listening to visitors to the church confessing to sins which while certainly warranting repentance were not the kind which had in the past made it so hard for Sister Ingrid to stay true to her calling. Even thinking about it in passing as something that hadn't happened was still enough to make the nun want to begin reciting the Sinner's Prayer just to be on the safe side, but the brown bear pushed those thoughts aside, and praised the good lord that today he had spared her from any further trials.

"Oh, Sister. I was looking for you everywhere. I feared that you had already left for the evening!"

The bear froze as she stood staring up at a beautiful stained window behind the church's main altar. She bit her bottom lip to restrain a groan, not one of dismay or frustration, but far worse... a groan of lust. For a moment she closed her eyes and uttered a silent prayer for strength, for the Lord to deliver her through this latest temptation, and allow her to resist it thrice as the Devil was resisted in the desert. She knew she could not linger for long though without risking a member of their church feeling ignored by those in authority, and that was a far greater tragedy in her eyes than any hardship she could possibly face. Thus, Sister Ingrid's eyes soon fluttered open once more and after taking as deep and steadying a breath as she could muster, she turned towards the woman she knew would be waiting there for her with a warm, reassuring smile plastered across her brightly flushed, still somewhat breathlessly, raggedly panting face.

"Hannah, it's wonderful to see you here again. I am grateful for your devotion to your faith."

She tried to keep smiling, and to keep her eyes locked upon the golden labrador's beautiful face. It was just a matter of seconds however before her body betrayed her, before temptation overwhelmed her years of religious study and devotion, and she glanced downward. Not just to the labrador's bountiful breasts straining against the fabric of her blouse, but further down to her flowing silk skirt, even its generously plaited nature unable to hide the distinctive tent within its front. A bashful whimper escaped the dog, and Sister Ingrid's eyes snapped upward to meet with the labrador's own anew.

"I..."

Sister Ingrid began, trying to think how she could best apologise for clearly staring with perverse longing at the labrador's crotch. Before she could say anything more though, the trembling, blushing dog shook her head urgently and cut the nun off.

"N-no, Sister... please, I understand what you are about to say. I know this is a holy place and t-to enter it in my current state is inappropriate. I know that. But... p-please, Sister. Today has been worse than any of the other days where I have seen you. I... I need to confess my sins. I need to seek absolution once again, and... a-and I know that you are the only nun in the church who understands."

Sister Ingrid took another shuddering breath, and though she was speaking every prayer she knew within her mind and pleading to the father, son and holy spirit alike for strength, she felt the words spilling out of her mouth which she had known would follow from the first moment she heard Hannah's voice.

"Of course. Of course, Hannah. Please, come with me to the vestry. We shall sit, and talk, and we shall not leave until you feel purged of all sin."

They walked across the church side by side, the large bear moving around Hannah in order to ensure that no-one else lingering there as evening fell saw what she had seen protruding against the fabric of the labrador's skirt. Together they entered one of the small chambers at the rear of the church, and pulling a ring of keys from within her habit, Sister Ingrid quietly locked the door behind them.

They moved over to a pair of wooden chairs seated beside an old fireplace, no longer serviceable but kept maintained as a decorative feature thanks to the embossed scriptural drawings around its stone frame. The nun gestured for the labrador to sit first, but as she moved to take a seat herself, she faltered upon setting eyes upon that bulge once again.

"S-such a gift... a gift from on high..."

She murmured. Hannah's face burned scarlet.

"Thank you, Sister. So... so often in my life before coming to this village, to this church, I found only judgement for the way I was born. But... y-you allowed me to see that our heavenly father does not make mistakes, and that even if my body may lead me to succumb to sin, t-the way I am is as holy as any of his creations."

Sister Ingrid nodded, and stared more. The bulge twitched. Hannah shuddered and gave a breathless whimper of desire, and to the nun's horror, the bear heard herself return the moan in kind.

"Your confession..."

The nun murmured as she fell to her knees, resting not upon the chair just beside her, but kneeling with hands clasped before her, almost reverently in front of the labrador.

"...p-please, share it with me. In this holy place... s-share what you have done since last we spoke."

Hannah swallowed thickly, panted as the lump in her skirt twitched not once but three times in rapid succession, and gave another audible moan as a tiny dark spot began to soak through the fabric of her skirt. She soon gathered herself however, forced herself to look away from her crotch and into Sister Ingrid's eyes... albeit eyes which themselves were locked upon her tented clothing, and gave her confession as sincerely and completely as she could remember it.

"An hour after I left the church yesterday... the urges returned. I ignored them as long as I could, b- but before the sun had even set, I was naked, and stimulating myself."

Sister Ingrid shivered as she felt some juices gushing spontaneously forth from within herself, soiling the underwear hidden away beneath her sacred uniform. She nodded, but said nothing as Hannah continued.

"I pleasured both my vagina and my penis, Sister. Over and over again. I could not stop thinking about our times together. The comfort, the relief you offered me. I am certain it was sinful, I know self-pleasure is, but... I wished it to happen again, only more so. Not just you relieving my needs to excise the sin from my flesh, but... indulging with you. Not just allowing you to taste of my cock... o-oh... oh dear, I mean my penis, I am sorry Sister for my foul language. But... n-not just allowing you to taste that part of me, but to have your face buried beneath my testicles as well. I... I passed out last night from my overindulgence in those dreams, and only awoke this morning."

The bear's head span, and her pussy ached, clit throbbing desperately and her depths drooling liberally as she thought about Hannah at home, masturbating the night away to thoughts of them together.

"W-well, Hannah, I am glad that you have sought me out today, because..."

Raising a sheepish hand, the labrador cut in once again.

"Um, sorry Sister Ingrid, but... I... I'm not finished with my confession yet."

The bear's eyes crossed as she squeezed her thighs together, and to her shock, shame, and bliss, a minor but undeniable orgasm crashed spontaneously through her desperately worked up body.

"O-ooohhh..."

She gurgled in bliss as she felt yet more wetness soaking through her underwear, clearing her throat and trying her best to disguise the sound as one of curiosity, but seeing Hannah's eyes widen regardless.

"Oh, i-is... a-aah... is that so? Then, please... please, continue."

Hannah nodded, and began to speak once more even as she watched Sister Ingrid's hands rising from the bear's lap, and reaching out for the hem of her skirt.

"This morning, Mrs Chennai from the house beside mine came to ask if I had some flour she could borrow for some baking. I... I was in my robe, but, I didn't tie it properly. She saw me, a-and... and the next thing I knew, we were in my bed. We fucked... o-oh, sorry again. We made l-... no... w-we... we consummated together, is that an appropriate word? We had sex, basically, f-for more than an hour, until her husband came to find her. Then the three of us had sex until lunchtime when they passed out. I went to the store to buy them some flour while they were resting, but I guess maybe I still smelled of sex, because I ended up in the back room of the grocery store with the manager and both clerks taking turns uh... p-performing fellatio on me. Then the delivery driver arrived with a new van full of stock for the store, and she... w-well... oh, ohhh... Sister Ingrid, I try to be a good and faithful follower of the lord's teachings. But, my body feels such desires so much of the time... and when I share myself, w-when I let others look upon me, or touch me, or taste of me... t-they always seem so happy. I know it's sin... I've read the scripture, I... I've heard so many sermons about what is appropriate sexual behaviour, a-and with whom... but... when I feel that way, I feel good. Proud. I... I always thought sinning was supposed to feel bad, but while I know I'm supposed to, I..."

Finally the labrador's voice trailed off into a pleading gurgle, as her hips lifted from the chair slightly, and she watched Sister Ingrid pulling down the fabric of her skirt that she had been tugging and teasing at for over a minute. She trembled as the waistband of the skirt rubbed over her swollen erection, only to allow the obscenely stretched and pre-cum stained boy shorts worn beneath to be exposed, that style of underwear simply required by the labrador to keep her amply sized balls in check even on those rare occasions when she wasn't also sporting a knotted eleven inch cock.

"But... i-it's not sinful when you cleanse me, when you absolve me this way, i-in the church, in sight of god... right, Sister?"

Hannah whined bashfully as the bear huffed and shook her head, though whether she had really understood a single word of the labrador's most recent question was very much up for debate. Regardless of what she did or did not know though, Sister Ingrid wasted no more time in reaching up and pulling down Hannah's shorts once her skirt was a puddle around her ankles. As soon as the dog's thick cock sprang free and lashed the bear's brown furred, crimson cheeked face with a thick ribbon of pre-cum though, she gurgled hungrily, mindlessly to the supposedly repentant woman, and did precisely what Hannah and Sister Ingrid alike had known would happen from the moment the nun's eyes first travelled down and took lingering, lustful note of the canine woman's bulge.

"Mnnhhahh... t-thank you for this gift... this sweet, heavenly blessing..."

As Sister Ingrid lunged forward and wrapped her hands around Hannah's knot while beginning to lavish the length of her thick, throbbing red shaft with kisses, she spoke as she always did in their confessionals together. She spoke words of reverence to her god. Words of adoration and gratitude to the divine entity that gave her life meaning. Of course, Hannah had always assumed that these were prayers offered to the god to whom this church was dedicated. That Sister Ingrid was continuing to display benevolence and kindness to her by ensuring that she knew she was imploring with god to save her mortal soul, by praising it as a creation of god, thus free from any inherent evil regardless of the sins committed because of the feelings it could provoke. The truth however was far more simple than that.

"Oh god. I... I am your humble servant, I will serve you faithfully for the rest of my days, i-in... in all things."

Sister Ingrid gurgled a moment before she gave in at last, before she put aside the guilt and repentance taught to her over a lifetime of service to a silent, false deity, and began to worship her true God. A deity as real and tangible as she herself, but with supernatural power that was on display in every moment of its existence, and what it could do to those who looked upon it, or indeed tasted of its bounty. She wrapped her muzzle around the tip of Hannah's erection, and as the squeezing of the labrador's knot coaxed forth a thick ribbon of pre-cum that lashed out against the back of her throat, the bear gurgled in ecstasy as that simple taste alone sent her body crashing over the brink not into some minor, desire induced orgasmic spasms, but into a devastatingly potent and gushing, squirting orgasm.

"Ohhhgod... my god, yes! Yessssss, t-thank you for your blessing, y-your eternal love a-and... oohh, please, please don't stop..."

In the wake of her orgasm, Sister Ingrid pulled back just long enough to drag the clothes off her body, stripping down till she cast aside the last stitch as Hannah sat before her, unbuttoning and pulling off her own top until they found themselves naked together. The bear shuffled forward, and Hannah whined joyously as the bear's own bountiful breasts enveloped the shaft of her cock, its upper few inches still protruding forth up into the air and drizzling pre-cum all over Sister Ingrid's chest. It didn't have much of a chance to make a mess though, for just seconds later as she raised her hands and used them to gently squeeze her breasts around the dog's cock, the nun bowed her head once more and began to lavish kisses, licks and periodic suckling slurps upon the tip of Hannah's erection even as she gave it the most skilful tit-fuck she could muster. Each time Hannah's pre-cum spurted into her muzzle, Sister Ingrid would convulse, shudder, and gurgle in ecstasy as the puddle between her legs continued to grow steadily larger. She didn't stop though. As orgasm after orgasm wracked her body thanks to the addictive and pleasure enhancing qualities she had discovered Hannah's cum possessed during her first confession, before she'd even gotten to taste it from the source, the nun's passionate actions towards the labrador and her fevered prayers grew in equally potent measure.

"P-praise be unto you... my life, m-my purpose, my reason for being. All that you create, all that you give unto this world is holy, a-and... and I long for the day when I can spread the good word of your gifts to every corner of this land..."

Sister Ingrid moaned, only to fall silent as she heard a strangled, desperate attempt at speech emerging from the dog to whom she was delivering all her copious affections.

"Sister, I... o-ohhh... I am close. Please, cleanse me, Sister..."

Hannah's hands reached out and shakily grasped the back of the bear's head.

"S-show me salvation from these urges... t-these needs..."

She begged as Sister Ingrid rubbed her shaft and the knotted base of her cock faster and more firmly still with her breasts, and at her insistence, with the gentle pressure on the back of her head all that was required, fully engulfed and began to suckle on the head of her cock with the bear's hungry muzzle. Hannah's own head fell back on her shoulders against the back-rest of the chair. Her toes curled. Her tail thumped at the chair's back legs as it swept giddily from side to side.

"Gonna..."

Hannah moaned desperately.

"O-oh, God... I'm gonna cum..."

She grunted, feeling juices leaking from her pussy and trickling around the base of her swollen balls to dribble off the chair's seat while her pre-cum pumped liberally into Sister Ingrid's muzzle, and she heard the rapid hissing release of the nun's own by now constant, utterly unrestrained orgasmic ejaculations soaking and flooding the ground around where she was kneeling. A moment later though, her shrill, guttural scream of ecstasy outmatched all other sounds present in the vestry, and though a full four potent sprays of her cock's cum launched themselves directly down Sister Ingrid's muzzle before it overflowed and she was forced to pull off to keep from gagging, yet more of the labrador's hyper-abundant cum began to lash out across the already stained ceiling of the vestry, and to rain down upon Sister Ingrid as she fell backwards, prone onto the floor, and began to writhe and convulse and spasm in divine rapture as the taste of Hannah's true cum once more allowed the multi-orgasmic, squirting, snarling bear to know heaven upon earth.

"Yes!! My God, m-mmnhhahahhhhyesss, my sweet God, yes!"

Sister Ingrid roared as she ran her hands all over her body, rubbing into her fur and flesh the potent shower of hot cum continuing to rain down all over her. As potent as her pleasure was in that moment though, and as filled with divine madness as she found herself, all that was nothing compared to what followed.

"Again!!"

Sister Ingrid shrieked as the flood began to taper off, as Hannah sank back panting and blushing crimson in her chair, her cock dribbling but no longer spurting quite so abundantly, though still absolutely rock hard.

"Let me show our God m-my devotion, our shared devotion to your purity again, Hannah!"

The nun begged, trembling, spreading her legs wide open and showing off her pussy shamelessly to the panting, blushing labrador as they both looked back and forth between one another and Sister Ingrid's God itself, the dog's twitching, dripping cock. She wailed in relief when Hannah nodded, drummed with her fists at the soaking wet floor of the vestry upon which she was lying in a puddle of her own multi-orgasmic ejaculate, and howled in mindless, wordless prayer, all but speaking in tongues as with a lustful, helpless snarl of her own the labrador lurched forward off the chair, tumbled down atop the beautiful, naked, needy nun... and plunged her still oh so needy, divinely blessed cock deep into Sister Ingrid's hot, wet, devoutly demanding pussy.

"_God! Ohhh, ohhhhhhhfucking God! Yes! Yesssssssssss!! _"

By Jeeves