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Sophia

The halls were alive with the nightmares Sophia had suffered as a small child. Flying things, crawling things, and a host of scampering things, woke up from their napping places and began clamoring around as if excited to be reuniting with the world. The eyes of the demons seemed burned into her mind, chasing at her heels, spurring her uncontrollably forward .

Small bat-like imps giggled madly as they flew closely after her, batting at her clothes and nibbling on her hair. Up a set of stairs and down a hall, she fled like the squall of a storm until she crashed through a door and slammed it shut behind her. For a moment she thought she was safe, but a loud BANG hit the door and then the sounds of a hundred little scrapes forced her to press up against the wooded frame to hold it shut.

The terror was so great that it took her a moment to realize she had run into a room where at least a hundred black cats lazily lounged. The uncaring stares, of green and yellow eyes, where matched by their tails which swished ever so callously from side to side. From the tears in her eyes and the fear in her heart, it was difficult to see much else, then the imps rustled faster and suddenly a great cheer erupted from their tiny throats.

Several moments of silence was made unbearable as Sophia waited... listening to the childish muttering which gave way to a heavy footed creature who was now drawing closer to the door. "Away from door, please," came a deep and dumb sounding voice. A great cheer went up from the imps as something heavy was dragged across the ground and Sophia suddenly felt a strong need to get away from the door. While this decision forced her to rush into the swarm of cats, she did so and was pleasantly surprised when they parted for her.

The head of a heavy axe slammed part-way through the door. As a series of heavy blows continued, Sophia rushed to the back of the room then scrambled right and then left, looking desperately for a way out. It did not take long for her to realize there was only one way out, and as the monster beat upon it, she settled to the floor in a corner and silently began to cry.

Moments later, the door gave way and a horde of small creatures began rushing in. A symphony of cat-hisses stopped the intruders in their tracks, and Sophia watched in frozen silence as a black panther rose out of the blackness and began slinking forward. The larger demon growled something to the panther which roared in a way which made Sophia think of a territorial challenge. A few more exchanges caused the creature with the axe to turn around and head back to the doorway. All of the tiny imps flowed back out into the hall, then the biggest one picked up the remains of the door, arranging them haphazardly so that they somewhat covered the entrance. Then... he lumbered away.

Sophia could not move or think past her terror, but as she sat there in the dark, one of the black cats wondered over to her and pressed his head against her leg. There was a moment of hesitation, as the cat purred and made positive sounds. Before long she flattened her legs, allowed the cat onto her lap, and began petting the soft fur.

All through her body, Sophia could feel the cat's hypnotic purr. As the relaxing sensation vibrated through her, another cat came over to her, then another... then another... until eventually she could only giggle as a dozen of them began tumbling here and there as they all competed for her attentions.

The fuzzy feeling of rumbling purrs and cat dander seemed to cover every part of her. A flood of positive feelings stripped her of any concerns about what had already happened to her this night. The monsters and her sorority sisters all faded into the uncaring background as she was covered in their love.

The sudden rumble from the black panther caused all of the smaller cats to dash away. A moment of disappointment caused Sophia to pout, until the big cat in the room padded over and laid his gigantic head in her lap. The fear in her heart ceased entirely as she scratched behind his ears, his purring rumbled through her bones with greater force than all the smaller cats put together. There was no doubt in her mind that this creature could end her without effort, but the power of these animals had snuffed the passion of her fear and reversed it, creating thoughts and ideas she never would have entertained if her mind had been completely her own.

Without knowing why, she laid down with the beast, resting her head upon his ribs as she absently rubbed his belly. She barely noticed when the other felines returned to lay against her body. A mysterious smile creased her lips as the vibrations of dozens of cats rumbled through once more. None of them tried to pull her affections from the panther, though, for he was the lead cat whom protected them all.

Sophia was now warm and safe... her body snuggling against a sturdy creature of comforting fur. The sleek texture of his skin covered well-knit muscles which proved to her that his power was greater than any who might stand before him. A potent musk saturated her senses and she thought it was not strange in the slightest when she began rubbing herself against him, coating her body in his dander as she breathed deeply his heady scent.

The room was dark but she felt no fear. Tingles, normally reserved for her favorite activities in life, began to resonate in her body. The longer she felt it, the more her responses changed away from the norm. A tiny tickle caused her to startle out of her reverie as one tiny tongue licked her leg like a piece of wet sandpaper. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant, and soon there was another... then another.

Dozens of her hosts attended her, bathing her in their tongues, stripping her of the bad things which had overwhelmed. An assortment of sights, smells, and fears had amassed over the years of her life. The sins of doubt, the desires she was forced to resist were tucked away and stockpiled in collections of guilt. All of her life she had been covered in these sins. The foul wishes of her mind had led to the loss of her virginity to a man who would never be her husband. The condom they had used to interfere with God's plan had sealed the doom of their feelings. The sins of her vile nature covered her... saturated her... defiled her body with its wretched awfulness. This room full of felines understood. All she needed to do was let them work and her human foulness would be licked away.

A hundred tiny tongues made quick work of the putrescence of her skin, but they did not stop there. The man-made cloth was taken from animals and stitched together by those who were taken advantage of. A thousand sweatshops placed their labors upon her, and she gladly paid their blood price. The black-furred carnivores recognized this too, and worked at the stitching until they pulled free the covers in which she hid her shame.

Mocha-colored skin confessed her faults to the captivating tongues which cleansed her naked truth. Much work was to be done. Much flesh to clean. But not all of her filth was on the surface. A sea of rot hid within, and that too would need to be purified.

Sophia writhed from the attentions of her saviors. Rapturous delight moved her onto her back... then her side... then on all fours where they could work more easily. When they climbed upon her backside, she knew they had their work cut out for them. These places had sinned the worst, and thus it was up to the panther... the mightiest of these holy cats... to move to these places and lap at her sin spewing apertures with the might of his massive tongue.

There was no doubt that she was changing... inside and out... becoming a better being as they removed her human frailties. A great excitement welled up in her when the black hair on her arms began to thicken, growing from every part of her like the cats in attendance. Slitted pupils let more light into her eyes, allowing her to observe the room's features. A world of sinful pleasures would flail against the attentions of these precious little ones, but she was blessed in a rapture of immaculate love.

No matter how hard they worked, though, only the great panther could cleanse the worst of her. His work reshaped more than just her body. Through power and deed, he scrubbed the rot from her soul, and remaking her into his disciple. From the sprouting of fur to the sharpened teeth which pushed the blunt ones out, his choices were righteous and just. Sterilization required penance, and the cracking of bones sufficed, shifting her form away from her old contaminations. Slowly she was being reborn; becoming pure as the ones around her. These felines were flawless to the creator, and as she settled into her new shape, an awakening occurred which told her exactly how to repay them for these gifts.

A loud yowl emitted from her throat. The lesser felines immediately scattered when the greater male responded to her call with a guttural rumble. Sophia circled around him, on all fours. The changes to her body made this type of movement simpler to perform, shorter limbs moved a more compact vessel. The strain of her former self had been almost entirely washed away. Now, her life had a new mission. Feline glands opened across her, relaying her intent to every male in the room. Another needy yowl called to the largest male as an extraordinary heat burned from within. It took little time for the great black panther to respond.

As a long black tail extended from the base of Sophia's spine, she moved into a submissive position, prostrating herself in a submissive display. The lesser males dared not challenge the master. As new scents wafted into the panther's muzzle, he anointed the mouth of her offering, thoroughly washing the vulva of his disciple. This too, she knew was needed, for her human filth would need to be removed from the sacred place where their blessings would grow.

When he was finally satisfied, he backed away. Again she turned, yowling in submission, expressing her devotion to his ways. When she returned to her place, she bowed once more, lifting her backside high to his gaze. Acceptance was finally given as he moved over her. Massive teeth closed in on the back of her neck... gripping her by the scruff... holding her steady as he adjusted.

Every pleasing moment in her life paled in comparison to this one. When the strange scepter pushed itself forward, she discovered their bodies were perfectly shaped for each other. Like an arrow, he entered smoothly, then, as he pulled back, hundreds of backward pointing spines splayed outward, catching her vaginal flesh.

Never had this sort of pain shocked through her system. Never had such an intense agony felt so right. With hardly any effort, the second thrust caused her walls to squeeze together, a vicious rapture shook the deepest parts of her as he pulled slowly back. Throaty yowls of pleasure and pain filled the room with her noise. Each cry ended with a lust filled groan as her new claws dug deep grooves into the wooden floor.

The strength of her savior was intoxicating and she pressed back against him in an effort to extend his reach into the depths of her being. Instinctual cries filled his ears with her noise as she begged him for more. Every lunge forward shook her then tore away vile contaminants as he drew back across her flesh. Primal groans echoed through the room as he thrust forward again, his own need growing past the point of control.

The process repeated until finally she had been made worthy, and his potency flooded her needy body. Her deepest parts soaked up this gift and she cried out when he pulled himself free of her and left her panting on the floor. Instinct took over and she flexed in the way no human could, and thoroughly cleaned her bloodied rift with her tongue. The seed of her messiah washed clean the filth of her past. Making her right and ready as the sacred vessel of her lord.

Once finished, she turned herself toward him, raising her tail as she offered herself for inspection. It took only a moment for him to accept her offer and soon his many spines all laid down as he slid neatly into place. Again they splayed out, deep inside, the barbs raked at her canal, digging into her skin and coating her in holy blood as he moved in and out of her. Once more he pressed forward, immersing into her warmth, rising and falling until finally exploding in a surge of life giving heat.

The bliss of her master was paid in full with an anguish she had come to enjoy. Growls of bliss joined yowls of ecstatic agony. All through the night, the great-cat-god filled her vessel with his treasure. Pressing the satisfaction of a mother deep into her womb. The joy of a mother... the gift of blessings... nothing could make her happier... nothing could please her more.