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...little corner of the world, is what I give to you. Somewhere you can find some peace... and understanding, life can be so sweet...

A calm, regular day in the middle of the week. The sun was pouring her warm, golden rays over the land below, painting patches of dappled golden and orange light and greenish shadow between the trees of the forest. Birds were singing their cheerful songs in the treetops, squirrels scurried around across the branches, other small creatures, mostly unseen, shuffled around in the underbrush.

Among all of this, at one with the nature around her, strode the tall, slender, angelic calico cat Zinzoline Venus Velvetpelt, First Priestess of the Circle of Bastet. Her ankle-long, skyblue silk robes and knee-long, fiery red hair waved around her calmly at every step she took, soft lilac-colored eyes sparkling warmly behind her small, elliptic-shaped silver-rimmed glasses in the patches of sunlight filtering between the foliage. A calm, steady breath left her in a regular, content purr as she strode through the forest, taking in the tranquility of her surroundings.

As almost always, without following a steady path or even a planned route, the tall winged feline's footsteps eventually brought her to the open spot in the forest where the hills sloped sharply upwards and the stream crossing the forest found its way into a large pond through a gentle waterfall tumbling down from the top of the hills. An ever so slight rainbow was always struck from the fine mist of water where it splashed down upon the rocks lining the banks of the stream and the shores of the pond. Cat-tail reeds and plumed reeds swayed gently in the breeze, large, colorful dragonflies hummed above the tranquil surface of the large pond or perched on the fresh green leaves or pink or white flowers of the lilies floating in the water, which was clear enough to see, near the shallower parts, some of the natural fish living in the pond, and some of the more colorful fish having been freed into the pond.

Stepping from the line of trees and large ferns surrounding the open spot, Zinzoline smiled as she gazed over the lovely patch of nature. Whether by day or by night, it was always such a lovely place to come to, to lay in the grass, or to take a dip in the fresh water.

Unlike most felines, Zinzoline enjoyed bathing and swimming, even despite her longer, fluffy fur. When someone at the temple needed her, and it was known she had gone into the forest, everyone knew exactly where to find the tall winged feline; at the pond, and more often than not, inside it.

Already her calm footsteps were bringing her to her steady spot; a small clump of rocks at the foot of a two-stemmed birch tree. A simple motion of unclipping the silver butterfly clip at her left shoulder, followed by a smooth dipping of her wings and her full, fluffy tail, allowed the skyblue silk robe to slide down her slender form and pool at her feet in the grass, exposing her calico nudity to the gentle breeze and the warm sunlight. For several moments, she just stood there, fully upright, arms alongside her body, her only movements being that of stepping out of the ruffles of blue silk around her feet and removing her small glasses, carefully folding them and laying them atop the rock. Letting the sun caress her fur, letting the breeze play with her long, colorful whiskers. A light flexing of her calico-patterned wings, pressing them out backwards, then spreading them sideways to their full span, letting the breeze ruffle the downy feathers softly. Then, she opened her eyes and with a smile, stepped slowly over to the shore of the pond.

Just as she was about to wade into the cool, clear water, the tall winged calico looked down. A stream of bubbles rose to the surface. Moments later, the smooth mirror was broken by a flurry of ripples as a head appeared above the water, the head of a dark-haired, brown-furred otter lady.

"Well, good day there," Zinzoline smiled. "Seems I ain't the only one attracted by the beauty and tranquility of this pond."

The otter blinked a time or two, bringing up a paw to wipe some of the water off her face and out of her eyes, after which she looked up at the tall, nude, winged calico cat standing at the shore. Her initial reaction was blushing, one arm quickly coming up to fold across her breasts in an attempt to hide the sleek brown-furred globes and the, due to the cool water somewhat perked, black nipples from sight. She slightly relaxed after a moment or two, however, seeing the tall, colorful winged feline being totally nude as well, and clearly at ease with such a thing. The cat's eyes actually looking at her face rather than her chest helped, too.

"Oh!" the otter let out, still slightly caught by surprise. "Uhm... hello. I never saw you here before."

"Likewise," Zinzoline replied with a soft giggle. "And I even come here good as every day, oftentimes each night, too." She folded her paws before her chest and bowed lightly. "My name is Zinzoline Venus Velvetpelt, First Priestess of the Circle of Bastet residing in the temple furtheron in this forest."

"Zinzoline?" the otter repeated, slowly wading out of the pond, her smooth brown fur glistening and dripping water from all over her slender, naked form. She pulled her brow into a wrinkle while running a paw over her muzzle with an expression of deep thought stamped upon her face. "Zinzoline... where have I heard that name before?"

The tall winged calico chuckled softly.

"Perhaps from my position as First Priestess of the Circle of Bastet? Or from my fame as lead singer and guitarist of Caterwaul? Both of those have spanned, as I have found, quite widely across the world," she offered as help.

"Nnnn-no, that wasn't it..." the otter mused, her head inclined a bit so soggy locks of her black hair fell over her face and around her shoulders. "I remember the name, but it was from something else..." She suddenly looked up again, brushing the dripping locks of hair behind her ears with a sparkle in her eyes. "Wait a minute; of course! From the island! That's where I met you before!"

"Island..?" This time it was Zinzoline's turn to adopt an expression of thoughtfulness. "When have I ever been on an island..?"

"Oh, it was years ago," the otter smiled, leaning her head to the side a bit and wringing some of the water from her hair. "On Tahiti, remember?"

Tahiti..? Tahiti! All of a sudden Zinzoline looked up with a gleam of remembrance in her eyes! Of course! It all came back to her now. It had been... two or three years after she'd finished high school. So much had been going on at that time; her adopted daughter just growing into a phase where she made life extra difficult for everyone around her, the band going on an indefinite break after their second guitarist had lost her life in a fatal accident, her priestess studies growing so much more demanding as she went from Second to First Priestess... and those studies demanded her to live in Europe for a year or two or three as well. During that time, Zinzoline had really needed a bit of a break to get away from it all, and she had spent a week's vacation on Tahiti, where she'd met...

"Lani! You're Lei'Lani! Yes, I remember you, of course I remember you!" The calico let out a soft chuckle as she canted her head just slightly. "So apparently sea otters are quite at home in fresh water ponds too, huh? That's something I was not aware of, sugar."

"And I was not aware of you having gotten yourself such an important-sounding title," Lani giggled. "First Priestess of the Circle of Bastet... quite a mouthful. When did that ever happen?"

"It was what I was studying for back in those days, sugar," Zinzoline smiled. "And as ya can see, I finished them studies with success, too. I've been First Priestess for the better part of my life already."

"That's wonderful," Lani churred softly. She lay a webbed paw against the calico's cheek, smiling. "I'm glad to see things picked up for you so much."

Zinzoline smiled, rolling her head just a bit to press a soft kiss against the otter's fingers splayed across her cheek.

"Things weren't too bad back then either, sugar, just... a few setbacks that all came at the same time which left me a bit overwhelmed, especially since I was still so young back then."

"So that means you're old now?" the otter teased with a soft giggle, looking around a bit. "And yet you walked all the way to here without a walking cane?"

"Oh get off you," Zinzoline laughed.

She gave Lani a teasing shove against the shoulder. With a squeak, amidst a fountain of splashing water, the otter toppled over backwards, back into the pond. Of course, she was not going to take that lying down. Right after resurfacing, Lani reached out and grabbed Zinzoline around an ankle with both paws. A quick, short jerk, and with a mewl and a flapping of wings, a second fountain marked the spot where the tall calico cat had landed in the pond.

When Zinzoline surfaced again, she shook the water from her head and out of her ears, opening her eyes to meet the gaze of a cheerfully laughing otter poking out a tongue at her.

"Ha! Gotcha!"

Zinzoline chuckled and stuck her tongue back out at Lani, before leaning over and pulling the otter into a hug.

"It's good to see you again too, darling. It's been too long."

"Mmm, yes, it has," Lani agreed.

She darted off, diving under the water and flitting around smoothly like one of the many fish in the pond while Zinzoline calmly swam away from the shore for a bit. A few moments later, she popped up again on the other side of Zinzoline, wrapping her arms around the tall calico from behind with a playful mew.

"So, you're a priestess, huh? Who do you worship? What do you preach?" she giggled.

Zinzoline turned her head and winked.

"Worship is a mighty strong word, sugar. Worshipping means you devote yer whole life to serve and appease an entity or deity that is no longer there. We don't do that. What we do is, in my opinion, what every person in the world should be doing; devoting our lives to being ourselves."

"I can see that," Lani smiled, cuddling herself against Zinzoline's back. She gave a playful lick to the calico's neck. "But still, as a priestess, surely you must be preaching something?"

"True," Zinzoline chuckled. "We as priestesses and sisters of the Circle of Bastet may not specifically worship, but we are more or less followers of the Lady Bastet, and as such we bring forth and preach that what she stands for; free, uninhibited love and sexuality between all our fellow sisters, regardless of species, following, age, kinship, or nationality."

"Really?" For a moment, Lani tilted her head and blinked, an ever so light blush tinting her cheeks. "That is... wow. Of all the things I would have expected to hear, that was definitely not one of them." She looked away a bit, still blushing slightly. "Is that why you are... you know... gay?"

Zinzoline turned herself around so she could face the otter, smiling and laying a paw against Lani's cheek.

"No, I have been that all my life by nature already, sugar. There's three types of Circles of Bastet, see; female only, male only, and mixed. I am part of the female only Circle because I am and always have been gay, I did not become gay because I am part of the female only Circle."

"Oh... right. I guess that makes sense," Lani nodded slowly. She looked back at Zinzoline, pretty much because the calico's paw on her cheek left her no other alternative, and smiled again, her blush receding. "So... priestesses and sisters, all followers of Bastet... I guess you're all cats, or felines at least?"

"That is a quite common perception, yes, as Lady Bastet is a feline deity," Zinzoline chuckled softly. "But no, as I said just now; regardless of species. It's true that most of the sisters and almost all priestesses are feline, but any and all species are welcomed into our Circle. As a matter of fact, my current apprentice, the girl I am giving priestess training to now, is a mouse. After all, you don't have to be a cat to love and rejoice in what Lady Bastet stands for."

"I guess that also makes sense," Lani smiled. She thought for a moment, very slightly blushing again. "So... how does one go about to becoming a... member of this circle? Is there some kind of rite of passage or something?"

"More or less," Zinzoline chuckled, nodding. "Any girl wishing to become a Sister of the Circle is inaugurated through a series of climaxes in unbroken succession, brought to her by one of the Priestesses or Sisters of the Circle, by means of fingers, then tongue, then both, and finally by tribadism. It is not a test to pass, the point is to embrace the free, uninhibited love and sexuality that Lady Bastet stands for by sharing one's body and sexuality with another of the Circle, and mostly, in front of the entire Circle."

That little bit of intimate trivia caused the very slight blush on the otter's cheeks to deepen into a deep scarlet hue instantly. She looked away again, nibbling on a knuckle while treading water with the tall winged cat, but slowly sinking deeper and deeper into the pond as the motion of her treading legs slowed down the more she thought about what Zinzoline had just said. The calico let out a soft giggle, sliding her paws under Lani's armpits just before the otter totally submerged. The touch seemed to bring Lani back to the present, looking up with an ever so slight shock, but smiling softly as she found herself looking into Zinzoline's smiling face.

"Scared ya, did I?" the winged feline giggled softly, closing one of her light purple eyes in a small wink.

"Oh! Uhm... no, nono, it was just... quite unexpected," Lani replied with a slight giggle.

"It showed," Zinzoline grinned. "I've never seen an otter go from dark brown to bright red so quickly."

"Yes, well..." Lani mumbled, looking away again.

"Hey." Zinzoline smiled deeper, cupping a paw under the otter's chin with her fingers splayed along Lani's cheek, turning the otter's face back to her own. "It's alright, darling, it's a very natural reaction. You wouldn't believe how many girl's I've seen lighting up the surroundings with a bright red glow when they hear the itinerary and objective of the rite of passage for the first time." She let out a soft laugh and winked again. "Matter of fact, you wouldn't believe how many girls I've seen fainting when they hear it for the first time."

"I, uhm... I can imagine that, actually," Lani nodded softly. Her blush receded again as she nuzzled her cheek into Zinzoline's paw, lips curling into a soft smile. "Dare I ask who is the one to perform this... ritual?"

Zinzoline's smile deepened, her splayed fingers on the otter's cheek giving a light caress.

"Me, usually, as I am also the one to perform the inauguration ritual that is supposed to follow afterwards to welcome the new sister into our midst."

"I see..."

Lani looked back up at Zinzoline, her dark green eyes holding a light sparkle and an unspoken question as she gazed into the calico's light purple eyes. Still smiling warmly and deeply, the feline wrapped her other arm around Lani's shoulders, the paw on the otter's cheek sliding away to motion at the soft grass around the pond.

"If you would wish, darling..."

A brief blush crossed Lani's cheeks again, however her lips curled into a soft smile, and she nodded.

"I... would love to, priestess."

No more words needed to be spoken. Holding her arm around Lani's shoulders, Zinzoline turned slightly and swam towards the shore, shaking the water from her fur and wings as she waded out of the pond and stepped onto the grass. Lani followed, still blushing lightly as she was led towards the small clump of rocks where Zinzoline had left her robe and glasses. With a smooth, fluid motion, the winged calico lay herself and the otter down in the soft, sun-warmed grass, a light, indeed comforting purr rumbling in her throat as she leaned aside a bit, facing Lani, her one arm still wrapped around the otter's shoulders, her other paw coming up to once more cup around Lani's cheek as she leaned in her head. She touched her nose against the otter's nose, lightly brushing her lips against Lani's, instigating a gentle kiss. The paw at the end of the arm she had wrapped around Lani's shoulders found its way up, fingers tracing softly along the curve of the otter's breasts while her other paw ran down slowly across the damp fur of Lani's chest and tummy. Dipping down further, the calico's slender fingers trailed lightly along the curvature of the otter's brown vulva, following the line of the outer labia.

With a content sigh, Lani closed her eyes and lay back further, her blush receding again under the tender ministrations of the tall calico. She reached out to wrap both her arms around Zinzoline's shoulders and pull the tall calico down into the kiss. A gasp escaped the otter when eventually, the kiss broke as Zinzoline inclined her head to move her lips down, laying a path of kisses along Lani's neck and throat, along the line of her collarbone, and gradually across the otter's cleavage, the calico's lips finding a perked black nipple at the same moment as when her slender fingers traced along the line of Lani's warm slit which was quickly getting moist from more than the water of the pond.

Another soft gasp. Reaching down as she arched, Lani wrapped her arms around Zinzoline's shoulders and neck, her paws running through the feline's long red tresses, every now and then caressing Zinzoline's ears as the tall calico's lips did to her perked black nipples and Zinzoline's fingers did to Lani's labia. With a slight angling of her paw, Zinzoline instigated a very soft rubbing of the largest pad of her paw to Lani's erected clitbud, her fingers meanwhile sliding down the full length of the otter's damp slit. Curling her pointer finger, the tall angelic calico rubbed a small circle across the very sensitive, small spot of skin at the lowermost point of the V where Lani's labia joined together. Again Lani arched, gasping sharply while squeezing her eyes shut and curling her fingers into Zinzoline's hair.

"Ohhh... good goddess, Zin... that... ahh!"

The moaned sentence was broken off by yet another sharp gasp at the moment Zinzoline's curled finger applied just a smidge more pressure, at the same time moving up ever so slightly to slip between the slickened folds of Lani's sex. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, all the otter could do was tilt back her head with her mouth sinking open to give passage to her gasped moans and press her hips upwards against Zinzoline's gentle finger as it tenderly explored along the quivering surfaces of her inner walls. Another curling of the calico's finger elicited a sharp gasp to escape Lani's lips as Zinzoline's fingerpad found the small patch of ribbed skin at the roof of the otter's vagina, rubbing it in a slow, circular motion.

Time seemed to reach a standstill as Lani felt herself floating in the sensuality brought about by the expert and tender touches of Zinzoline's fingers. She arched and undulated in instinctive response, her body moving to the stimuli before her mind even registered them. Without even fully realizing it, the otter tensed in climactic ecstasy when Zinzoline's fingers brought her to an orgasm that flowed through her body and across her senses like a warm rolling wave.

It did not stop there. As the orgasmic wave slowly ebbed away, Zinzoline's tongue took the place of her fingers, her soft, rumbling purr sounding slightly moist as she lapped up Lani's warm juices and gradually began feeding new waves in the otter's trembling body. The motions remained silky smooth, fluidly following one another and flowing into each other as the cat's tongue gently slid across the slick cleft between Lani's quivering mons, deftly dipping deeper at each consecutive lick to caress the quivering inside walls like her fingers had done earlier. Even as the first wave of climax was still gradually dying down, Zinzoline's tongue already started building a second wave, utilizing the tremors and tingles and ripples of the first climax to feed the slowly rolling waves of a second.

Lani squirmed and writhed across the grass, gasping for air as if she had just surfaced from the depths of the ocean. Her body felt as if it was being set in a hot fire and dipped in ice water at the same time, mind abuzz with the rumble of the calico cat's purr traversing up her spine from where it was being poured into her body via the slick entrance of her vagina and culminating into a humming in her head. Not even getting the time to relax after her first climax, the otter tossed her head left and right with her eyes closed tightly, trembling legs lifting and wrapping around Zinzoline's shoulders and neck to pull the cat in even closer against her pubis. Inaudible, guttural sounds and moans rolled from her trembling lips, building into a scream of pleasure as Zinzoline's lips wrapped around her aching clit and suckled softly while flicking her tongue against the throbbing nub.

The flow of Lani's second climax was stemmed by the calico's fingers once more finding their way back to the clenching and trembling opening from which the thick fluids spilled forth. Without even waiting for the wave of orgasm to die down this time, the tall winged feline slipped her finger back into the otter's trembling depths, twisting and pushing slowly against the clenching of Lani's inner walls. Her lips did not leave the otter's hard clit, holding it captured in her mouth while her tongue slowly flicked and rubbed against it.

Still arched with her back almost free from the grass, Lani shuddered all over at each shockwave of pleasure the winged feline send crashing through her body. Webbed toes curled and dug into the grass, fingers of one paw doing the same while the fingers of the other paw wrapped themselves around one of the otter's heaving breasts, pulling and tugging on the hard black nipple jutting fiercely up from the sleek brown fur. By now the deep gasping of her breath rendered all words Lani might utter incomprehensible, making them come out in no more than seemingly primal sounds of pleasure as Zinzoline continued her ceaseless ministrations. Higher and higher the otter felt herself drifting up, as if laying on clouds, as if floating in an ocean of pleasure, as if...

All too suddenly, it stopped. The feelings washed away in a third climax that flooded out every last tremor and shudder in Lani's frame, leaving her laying slumped down in the grass, empty, spent, gasping for breath with her eyes closed tight and her muzzle hanging open. She didn't even realize it had stopped, her mind still reeling with the powerful feelings brought to her by the tall winged calico she now found laying next to her with a soft smile upon her lips. It took several long moments for Lani to register the sight greeting her eyes she slowly opened. Zinzoline was laying there next to her, smiling, purring softly, one paw gently stroking along her side while the back of the cat's other paw ever so lightly slid along her cheek.

It took minutes for Lani to catch her breath. When she finally managed, she blinked her eyes open and closed a couple of times, gradually returning to her senses and managing a smile for the cat laying next to her.

"Ohhh... ohhh. Zin... priestess... that was..."

Zinzoline's smile grew deeper, one finger landing softly over Lani's lips to stop the words.

"Not over yet, sugar," she finished the otter's sentence with a soft purr.

"There's... there's more..?" Lani breathed along Zinzoline's finger.

"There is one final act still needing to be performed," Zinzoline confirmed with a smile. "You have gotten fingers, tongue and both... there is one last manner in which to share." Her smile grew deeper, one lilac eye closing in a small wink. "But we priestesses and sisters do also always try to cater to the special needs and preferences of our fellow sisters, so... for this last act, I invite you to follow me back..." She motioned towards the pond with one paw, "...to there."

"Ohhh, yes... yes please," Lani churred, her dark green eyes adopting a sparkle of delight at the prospect.

She slowly rolled over, and with Zinzoline's help, got to her feet. Her legs were still wobbly; weak and numb after the string of successive climaxes that has washed through her body, but the tall calico offered a steady arm for support as they made their way towards the pond. Two steps into the clear water, three... it was like a baptism. The cool water of the pond restored Lani's senses, yet at the same time did not remove the wonderful feelings she had been brought by Zinzoline. The coolness of the water mingled with the tingling glow of her body rather than dispersing it, slowly diluting the tingling sensation until it was no more than a pleasant warmth filling the otter from the tips of her small round ears to the tips of her webbed toes. This was her element; this was where she was truly at home.

At the fourth step, Lani's senses had fully returned to normal. She let herself sink down and leaned over, sliding against the surface of the water as if resting upon it, then submerging for a moment and resurfacing the next a couple of feet away. Zinzoline followed her, smiling, wading in deeper until she, too, let herself glide against the surface and calmly swam towards the middle of the pond. For several moments, they merely lay there, floating on their backs side by side, Lani with the natural buoyancy of an otter's water-resistant fur, Zinzoline with her help of her fully spread wings. The sunlight danced on the rippling surface in a myriad of sparkles, lending similar sparkles to the eyes of both women as they turned their heads to look at one another.

No need for words. Zinzoline's lilac eyes clearly asked 'are you ready?', Lani's eyes answered 'yes'. One, two deep, calm breaths, a third, yet deeper breath... they submerged.

The sunlight broke deep enough through the clarity of the water for the two of them to keep seeing one another clearly under the water, the slanting beams only obscured by the wavering out of their hair. Fish darted aside, then slowly returned to swim around the two females as they embraced one another with both arms and legs. A smile on Zinzoline's face allowed a few small bubbles to escape the corner of her mouth, accompanied by a small stream of bubbles emanating from Lani's mouth as the calico's legs pulled the otter close to let their sexes meet in a soft kiss. The next moment, their mouths met in a similar tender kiss.

Even if it was clear this was not Zinzoline's natural element, Lani made up for it. Her body still pleasantly glowing from the previous lovemaking, the otter needed not much coaxing to lose herself into a second session. Keeping her eyes open this time to gaze into Zinzoline's eyes, she used her thick, sleek tail and the webbing between her fingers and toes to undulate herself against the calico's body, delighting in the way Zinzoline's thick, semi-long fur flowered and wavered out widely and allowed her to run her fingers through it to caress the soft skin underneath. More bubbles flowed from the corner of her mouth and her nostrils, spiraling up to the surface of the water, as she pressed and rubbed herself against the tall winged cat, slow tendrils of their mixed fluids slowly blossoming into the water around their hips and between their intertwined legs.

Even underwater, even outside of her natural element, Zinzoline's expertise in what she was doing showed. Utilizing the sense of weightlessness the water lent them, as well as her tail, wings, arms and legs, the tall calico retained the intimate contact between her and Lani's sex, pressing lightly, rubbing slowly, caressing the lips against one another as in a deep, intimate kiss. More bubbles flowed from Lani's upper lips as more of the thick fluids flowed from her lower lips, eyes closing once more and her back arching as she pressed herself up against Zinzoline as firmly as she could. A soundless scream escaped in a single large bubble when with a slow flick of her tail, Zinzoline rotated her hips enough to catch the otter's quivering clit between her warm labia, the light rippling of the calico's inner walls and fleshy inner lips providing an indescribable sensation to the sensitive little bud at the top of Lani's vagina.

There was the slightest hint of more urgency in Zinzoline's motions. After all, it was not natural for her to remain underwater for a long time, and she only had that much breath. Still, even as the warm glow still present in Lani's body caused the otter to quickly rise to a new peak of pleasure, the winged calico drew out the sensations for as long as she could, helped along by the resistance of the water making all her actions come and go in tantalizing slow-motion. Two minutes, two and a half... three minutes. Another large, single bubble floated up from Lani's opened muzzle, colliding and joining together with a bubble escaping Zinzoline's mouth while further downwards, a milky cloud of thick fluids wavered around the two women's hips as they shared a glowing climax.

A few more moments of blissful suspension in the soothing water. Then, a slow-motion flap of Zinzoline's wings brought the two of them back up to the surface. Sparkles rained down from their heads in a glittering cloud of water drops, deep breaths being pulled in by both females in a simultaneous gasp. They calmly floated on the surface for several moments more, breathing deeply, trembling contently, basking in the afterglow of the climax they had just shared.

Only when they had caught their breath, Lani rolled her head a bit, looking at Zinzoline with a smile. She cuddled close, resting her head upon the calico's soft, small breasts, churring delightedly.

"Mmmmm... that was amazing, priestess." She let out a soft giggle. "I'm impressed with how long you can hold your breath, too. For as far as I can remember, you weren't able to stay under this long back then on Tahiti."

"Practice, sugar," Zinzoline smiled with a soft purr, gently running her fingers through Lani's wet hair. "Aside from my occupation as priestess, I'm also the lead singer of the band I started in high school. We got quite successful, so we're still together now, we brought out some albums, we do several concerts... so yeh, I've been doing a lot of breathing exercises and all that."

"Mmm, I see..." Lani churred. "That's wonderful. I wanna bet you sing real good."

Zinzoline chuckled and winked.

"The two point six million people who bought our albums seemed to think so, at least."

"Wow," Lani giggled softly. She pulled in a deep breath, nuzzling her head against Zinzoline's breasts with her eyes closed. "So... what do we do now? You mentioned there is some other kind of ritual you do after that rite of passage, right?"

"That's right," Zinzoline nodded with a smile. "Would you like to undergo it?"

"Mmm, yes please, I would like to get the full thing," Lani smiled.

Zinzoline gave a small nod of her head, turning over in the water and calmly swimming back towards the shore. Holding Lani's paw in her own, she stepped over to the clump of rocks by the two-stemmed birch tree to pick up her robe. She draped the skyblue garment over her arm and put on her glasses, looking back at Lani.

"I take it you have some clothes of yer own laying around here somewhere, sugar?"

"Just my shirt and a bikini," Lani confirmed with a soft giggle, pointing off to another spot by the shore of the pond. "They're over there."

She led the way over to where she had left a small flowered bikini and a long shirt, putting on the bikini, but draping the shirt over her arm. Then Zinzoline led the way again, holding Lani by a paw as they walked through the forest. Not long after, they reached the temple. Lani let out a soft gasp as she looked at the white marble building with its two towers, the beautiful flower beds flanking the circular driveway, the fountain in the middle of the circular driveway, the large, gothic windows with the stained glass scenes depicted in them. The tall winged cat slowed down her pace a bit, giving Lani the time to take everything in as she led the otter towards, and into the temple.

Stepping through the large main hall, Zinzoline calmly led the otter into a hallway and through a large set of double doors into another large hall. The room was filled with many thick, plushy rugs and numbers of soft pillows, upon which several nude females were kneeling with their paws folded before their chest and their heads slightly inclined. Against the south wall was a large shrine with upon it several multi-armed silver candelabras with white and skyblue candles in them, flanking a statue of the Egyptian goddess Bastet, depicted as a large anthropomorphic cat with eagle wings. Along the north wall were a number of cushioned tables, each of them resting upon slender statues of quadruped cats sitting on their briskets, wearing a tiara around their heads and a collar around their necks. A soft murmur of voices drifted through the room, though Lani could not make out the words that were spoken.

Zinzoline calmly led Lani over to the wall where the shrine was. With a smile, she placed both paws on the otter's shoulders, silently telling Lani to kneel down on the cushion. Rather curious about what the tall winged calico would do, Lani knelt down, looking up at Zinzoline now literally towering over her, wings spread to the sides, head lifted and eyes closed. It was indeed a magnificent sight to behold. Lani felt her fur going slightly on end as Zinzoline began to speak in a soft but clear voice, words the otter had never heard before, words of an old, forgotten language. She closed her eyes, hovering in the moment as she let the feelings sink in, only opening her eyes again when she felt Zinzoline moving. The tall calico leaned over a bit, towards a copper bowl that was standing on the shrine. She dipped her thumb into it, then pressed her thumb against Lani's forehead while speaking more of the strange words, leaving a small print on the otter's forehead that looked, amazingly, nothing like a thumb print, but exactly like the print of a feral cat's paw.

Looking down now, Zinzoline smiled at Lani and slid her paws down from the otter's shoulders, helping Lani to get back to her feet. She leaned in a bit, pressing a soft kiss on Lani's lips.

"You are now one of us, Sister Lani," she spoke in a soft voice. "Wherever you are, whatever you do, you will be a part of us and we will be a part of you." She softly kissed Lani on the lips again. "Welcome into the Circle of Bastet, Sister."

"Wow..." Lani breathed, rather overwhelmed by the magnificence of the moment. "Thank you, priestess." Very slowly, a smile cracked on her muzzle. "This was certainly not what I had expected to happen when I found that lovely pond and decided to have a swim in there."

Zinzoline chuckled softly.

"This forest tends to have that effect... you never know what wonderful unexpected things might happen."

"Mmm, indeed... it was wonderful, it really was," Lani smiled. She took Zinzoline into an embrace, kissing the tall calico back on the lips. "It's so good to see you again, Zin."

"It's great seeing you again too, Lani," Zinzoline smiled with a soft purr.

A calm, regular day in the middle of the week. A calm, regular day that had taken an unexpected, but so amazingly wonderful turn for the better...