Missionary Man
#25 of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special!
Heya, furballs! Welcome to Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special 2012! The format is the same as the previous years! Five stories to tantalize your Christmas period. From the 21st to the 24th, you'll get a series of short stories all focused around a particular song's title or lyrics. And finally, tomorrow on the 25th, you'll be treated to a much larger story that will have a coherent story from year to year, starting this one! Exciting!
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But for now, I hope you enjoy Missionary Man, the fourth of the 2012 stories!
- Ol' Saint Fae
Missionary Man
It took every ounce of control the young vixen had to keep her panting breaths from reaching even her own ears. She whimpered under those breaths as she pressed her back firmly against the trunk of a particularly thick tree as both arms rushed to her stomach. Swollen and filled with life, she protectively rubbed over her belly as her eyes darted back and forth. The forests on the edge of the roads between the villages were always said to be dangerous. Now, she wished she'd listened to the warnings.
Ears flattened for a moment as the vixen thought she heard the sound of snapping wood and heavy pawfalls. She pressed just that much tighter against the tree as her breath caught in her throat, and she gulped silently as she felt a little kick from the growing child inside her.
"Aww, c'mon love!" came a crass, rough voice from somewhere off to her left. "I ain't lookin' for yer coin purse, jussa good time! Already looks like you're the kinda girl who enjoys it, too! Maybe there's room for one more in your guts, ha!"
Again the vixen gulped. Her head thudded back against the tree trunk as she closed her eyes and whispered a quiet prayer to any gods that might watch over her. The road wasn't far. If she could make her way back to it, then she might be able to flag down a caravan. Maybe a traveller would take pity on her. Maybe it would be one of the king's patrolmen. She could use some swords right now!
With a quick breath, the vixen made her decision. She darted out from around the tree as she held her stomach and ran to the right. Footpaws beat upon the ground as they drove her as fast as they could back through the forest again, and the vixen did everything she could to keep her breathing as even and slow as she could. That bastard already had the strength and speed advantage over her. All she had was hope and desperation.
The hope began to fade as a taunting, "Ah-ha!" sounded off behind her. The vixen didn't even both to turn and face him. She simply kept running as her pursuer fell in behind her, and tears began to mat the fur of her cheeks. Each of her hurried steps came after two of his. She wasn't going to make it.
Hope surged for another little moment as she rounded a tree and caught sight, through the underbrush, of the road. She heaved a sigh of relief and took another quick step toward it and her best hope for help. She was almost free, almost away from the rapist in pursuit. Just a few more seconds-
A paw grabbed at her flailing tail, and all of a sudden the vixen's flight was halted hard. She lost her balance with a yip of surprise and horror, and only quick reflexes helped her roll to the side. Her back took the brunt of the impact against the ground, but the twist of her tail was what drew her cry of pain. "No!" she cried out from behind clenched teeth.
"Aww, that's jus' what I wanna hear," leered her pursuer. Off-coloured teeth bared in a terrible smile as the black wolf let her tail go. He stepped forward and stomped down firmly on her wrist as the vixen tried to scrabble away, and she whimpered. "Go on, love. Tell me 'no' again. Maybe I'll stop." His grin grew wider. "Or maybe I'll just rut ya harder."
The vixen remained defiantly silent for a moment, and the wolf's grin turned into a snarl. He stomped down harder against her wrist, and she cried out as her other paw rushed to vainly try to free it. "Say it, bitch. Tell me no." Again he pushed down on her wrist.
Almost uncontrollable sobs issued from the vulpine's muzzle as she lay her head back against the ground. "N-no," she whispered. He had her. She was his to abuse as he saw fit. The least she could do was come out of the ordeal alive, for the sake of her child.
Once again, the wolf's muzzle curled into a smile. His hold on the vixen's wrist relaxed as he crouched down beside her. "Good girl... good girl. Let's see how good you are, hmm? Musta satisfied at least one male, eh? Heh heh..."
"No."
The soft-spoken word came from above, and both vixen and wolf looked up. There was a white blur from somewhere in the branches, and that blur drove itself right down at the wolf. He tried to dodge out of the way, but the blur moved too fast. An almighty kick slammed into his back and drove the lupine down into the dirt as the blur came to rest atop him. A brown-furred arm shot out of the sleeve of a white robe and pinned the wolf's neck to the ground as a hooded face looked up at the vixen. "Are you alright, child?"
Surprise momentarily stopped the tears from the vixen's eyes. Suddenly free, she pushed herself a couple feet back from both the robed male and her would-be rapist. She remembered to breathe, and the vixen sucked in a quick, deep breath as she nodded. "Yes... yes, thank you! Thank you!"
The wolf began to struggle against his captor, and the robed figure sighed and lifted his paw from the back of the lupine's neck. Instead it curled into a fist and crashed down hard. The wolf fell still, and a long groan slipped past his slack lips. "Go now, my dear," he told the vixen, and the ghost of a smile could be seen beneath her savior's hood. "This one is my responsibility now. Seek the nearest town. There is a temple to the Mother Almighty. The priests will see to your wounds and make certain your child is well."
Babbled, almost incoherent thanks rolled out of the vixen, before and as she scrabbled back upright again. She hurried off toward the road again and was lost to the robed male's sight a moment later. He then turned his attention to the comatose wolf beneath him with a scowl. His responsibility. His charge. Lessons took time, of course.
And as the male reached into his robe and withdrew a length of silken rope, another smile touched his muzzle. Time would teach him the error of his ways. Time enough to reflect on what he had done, what had been done to him, and what was right or wrong. He needed time, and time he would have.
* * *
When the wolf finally came too, it was night. The stars were nowhere to be seen; concealed by thick cloud and dense foliage. Pain throbbed in his head, and that pain only intensified as he looked down with groggy eyes right into a bright fire. He tried to raise a paw to shield himself from the glow, but the arm would not rise. "Hhnn?"
"You're tied up," came a voice from the other side of the fire. The wolf struggled to adjust his eyes to the light and peer past it, but all he could make out was white robes turned slightly yellow by the light of the fire. "You're not going anywhere. Not tonight."
As the wolf began to struggle against the rope that tied him to the tree at his back, he snarled across the fire. "That's what you think," he muttered. "I ain't never met a knot I can't handle!"
An amused snort and a quick shake of his head was the robed figure's reply. "You'll find the knot on the other side of the tree. Well out of your reach. Oh, and before you even try, don't worry about your claws. I took the liberty of blunting them."
Rage quickly overtook smugness. The wolf threw himself against his restraints as he tried to reach the person who'd bound him. "Lemme go, you bastard! I'll tear your throat out with my teeth!"
"Well that sounds lovely, but I'll pass if that's all the same to you." The robed figure reached up and drew back his hood. An older otter's face stared back at the wolf, still smiling as he reached toward the fire. "Let's start with introductions. I am Tain, of the Mother Almighty. And you are?"
"In a murderin' mood," the wolf snarled back.
The otter just froze, then shrugged and pulled back from the fire. In his sleeve-covered hand was a small metal pot, and he leaned over it and took a long breath before heaving a soft little sigh. "Well, that's of less concern to me right now than your libidinous mood earlier today," he said, as he lifted the pot. "Tea? Shakim leaves make a wonderful brew."
With a snort, the wolf lifted his head and spat at the pot. Whether by design or luck, the majority of his spittle splashed into the tea. The remainder sizzled on the outside of the pot, and left a new scowl on the otter's face. "Go rut your tea. Y'think I'm afraid of some ruttin' fertility goddess' missionary? Rut you."
Tain swished the tea around in the pot for a moment. Then he gave a forlorn little sigh and began to pour it out onto the ground. "Well, they say some like it hot. A bit like you today, I think. That vixen was quite lovely, wasn't she?" The otter tapped his chin as he looked the wolf over. "You know, I'll have to name you myself if you don't have one."
The wolf offered nothing Tain nothing more, and the otter just shrugged. "Well, if you're going to give me the silent treatment, it's time to pick a name. I always did want a pet dog. I think I'll call you Mister Wuffles. It's the name I always wanted to-"
"Voresh," growled the wolf as he pulled against his bonds again. "The name's Voresh. I ain't no one's pet, neither. Now you've had ya fun. Untie me, 'n I promise I won't rut ya up too bad."
"Oh, don't worry. You'll be untied soon enough." The otter slowly stood and began to walk around the fire. "See, you and I, Voresh, we need to have a little talk first. You scared that poor vixen today. You almost did something unspeakably cruel to her." As Tain knelt down in front of the wolf, he watched Voresh struggle against his bonds again. "That is a problem for me."
Voresh just grinned defiantly back at him. "Seemed like it'd jus' be a problem for her. Not like she ain't already got one in her."
The otter's jaw worked back and forth as the wolf spoke, and he finally nodded once. "And I suspect you've left a lot of 'problems' across the kingdom, haven't you?" When the wolf offered a proud nod and a lecherous grin, Tain knelt down in front of him. "Well, you're going to leave one more. Just one, and then never again."
"Ain't sure I take ya meaning," Voresh replied with a restricted shrug. "Don't see how I'm gettin' another cute thing wrapped around m' cock unless ya lemme go. I reckon you know I ain't of a mind to stop at one if you wanna give me that."
"Mmm. Maybe." Tain leaned up and forward until his muzzle almost touched Voresh's, and the wolf pulled himself back as far as the tree at his back would allow him. "Do you know the crown's punishment for rapists, Voresh? Do you know what would face you if a respected follower of the Mother Almighty were to turn you over to them? They would take me at my word. And if they doubted, I would summon the vixen to testify on my behalf." His muzzle curled slowly, ever so slightly, into a smile. "How attached are you to your malehood, Voresh?"
He gulped visibly as he sat up straighter against the tree. Legs crossed and uncrossed as a little spark of fear glinted in his eye. "I'm listenin'," he muttered at last.
The shake of Tain's head did little to help ease that fear in the slightest. "Unfortunately Voresh, the severity of your crimes and the... frankly disturbing nature of your lack of repentance means that I don't require your ears."
"Well I kinda require my cock, so... whatcha want? Coin? Weapons? I don't got much, but I don't wanna get turned over to the imperial guardsmen more." The wolf began to look more and more uncomfortable as he shuffled back against the tree. It seemed to Tain that the situation he found himself in had finally sunk in.
One of the otters eyebrows twitched upward as he stood. "What makes you think that I, for a moment, intended to turn you over to the imperial guard?"
Confusion washed across Voresh's face like a tide. "Ain't no other 'thority figures who'd give a ruttin' damn. If y' don't wanna give me to them... who, then?"
"The only authority I answer to, of course," Tain answered. He circled the fire slowly and knelt down between it and Voresh. Prostrating himself, the otter kissed the soil and spread his arms wide. His tail curled up and over his back, and the fire flared brightly as it climbed higher into the night.
The fire roared as a wave of heat burst out from its core. It rippled through Tain's robe like a gale, and slammed into Voresh like a mace. The wolf thudded hard against the tree he was bound to, left to grunt and shudder as liquid fire bubbled in his veins. He cried out as Tain slowly stood again. "Please... help! It... it burns! Help!"
His cries lost coherency, left to twist into babbled screams of pain as Tain slowly turned back toward him. The otter's face was alight with living flame, licking around the corner of his eyes and seething in their sockets as he glared at Voresh. "Your pain will pass, Voresh," he said, in a voice that was at once Tain's and yet resonated with something else. "The Mother Almighty has no need of your corpse. Do not fight it."
In spite of the instruction, Voresh struggled with all of his not inconsiderable strength against his bonds. He slammed into the tree again and again, the little sparks of pain almost pleasant in comparison to the way he burned from the inside out. His whole body trembled, from the tips of his ears right down to his toes. It was his malehood that burned the most, as if he'd dipped it into a vat of molten metal. That whole region of his body seared with agony unknowable.
Then, just as Tain had promised, the head vanished. It left Voresh to sag weakly back down against the ropes that held him up, and a groan rolled out of his muzzle. Tain smiled down at him as the fire in his eyes sputtered out in a little flash of sparks, and one paw reached out to gently tilt Voresh's chin up. "There... feel better, now?"
The wolf weakly tugged his head out of Tain's loose grip and uttered another groan. "Feel... weak," he managed to mutter.
"And that's as intended. The tea would have helped fortify your mind, body and soul for that, but you had to go and spit in it. We have only ourselves to blame for our follies."
As the wolf panted for breath, Tain slipped around behind the tree and began to undo his knots. "And so it is for you too, Voresh. You see, you have only yourself to blame for the mistakes you've made... the sins you've committed. You have violated the land as you violate the females you force into the service of your maleness. You have violated the laws of the empire, and you have violated the laws of the Mother Almighty."
When the last knot gave way, Voresh fell forward and landed flat and heavy against the ground. He grunted in pain, sympathetic spikes of it running through his crotch though less than he would have expected from falling right on it. "And what's y'goddess wanna do about it?" he ground out, as he rolled slowly onto his back and folded his arms over his chest.
"What's she done about it," Tain corrected him with a nod down to the wolf. "You have offended Her with your actions, and thusly She has taken from you that which has driven your offence." A smirk spread across the otter's face as horror touched Voresh's. "I guess you weren't so attached to it as you thought."
Concern for the eyes locked right on him became the least concerning thing on Voresh's mind. He reached down to his crotch, but where he once felt the familiar bulge of his pleasantly large malehood... nothing was there. Fingers tucked down lower between his legs, but there was nothing there, either. No cock. No balls. Nothing male. "No... no, no!" he cried out, as he yanked his pants clean off and felt around again.
This time, fingers managed to dip in rather than across. A gasp and a shudder of pleasure worked through Voresh and struggled to overcome the wolf's surprise. He struggled to lift his head as he pulled his fingers back, and eyes bulged as he saw the slit that had replaced his malehood. "That... you... I'm..."
"Male," confirmed Tain from behind folded arms. "Well... mostly. In mind and spirit, you're male. In physical form, you're mostly male. The Mother Almighty has deigned you must pay for your offences. And while She is not usually a fan of the idea of equal retribution... you are a special case."
Heat flushed Voresh's cheeks, mirroring the spread of it throughout his new female parts. It took a moment for him to realize that his fingers had traced back down toward them again. "I'm gonna find one of her shrines," Voresh growled. He shivered as he stroked over himself with a touch more gentle than he'd ever used on another. "Maybe a temple. I'm gonna... gonna deface it... m-make you regret that... what the hell is wrong with this thing?"
With a shrug, Tain took a deep breath and leaned down closer to Voresh. "Hmm... that would be your heat, Voresh. Your body wants to be bred." He smiled thinly. "How many of your victims were in heat, do you think? Do you think that you couldn't have controlled yourself around them? Do you think it excuses what you did to them?" His smile faded as his eyes narrowed. "Do you think they really wanted you to breed them when you forced yourself on them?"
Something between a snarl and a whimper slipped out of Voresh's muzzle as his fingers dipped back down into himself again. The heat that squeezed down around him was at once alien and familiar. Even in his cock's absence, the wolf could remember how good it felt to drive himself into a female who burned with that heat. "Don't matter what they wanted," he managed to shudder out as his fingers twisted and pushed, almost on instinct.
"No, it's always been about what you wanted, hasn't it?" Tain shrugged and sat himself down against the tree he'd bound Voresh to. He reached into his robes and drew them aside, and his legs spread out slightly to reveal a shaft that would have put Voresh's to shame. It stood straight up, a bead of pre glistening at the tip as Tain gripped its base. "And so it is now. What do you want, Voresh?
"This is your test. This is your trial, visited upon you by the Mother Almighty." He waved a webbed paw toward the wolf, vigorously and ineffectually fingering himself in his need. "Your needs have always been paramount. Even now, when you could run away and take your freedom, you're busy tending your most base needs." He squeezed and waved his own shaft slightly. "Even when what your body needs most right now is right here."
Voresh began to salivate as he stared at the thick length of Tain's otterhood, and his head shook slowly. "I ain't havin' a go with no male," he growled. His words were plainly forced, his whole crotch slick with his need.
But Tain just shrugged. He wriggled his fingers against the base of his malehood and leaned back into the tree. "Then get up and walk away. If you can resist your heat for three days and three nights, your body will awaken on the fourth day with your masculinity restored. If you cannot, you will carry the burden you have so selfishly thrust upon countless females across the land." He shrugged again as he stroked at himself. "The choice is yours, but we of the Mother Almighty, naturally, take no vow of celibacy."
The wolf started to rise, first to one knee and then to two. His eyes never once left Tain's shaft, and he fought to keep from licking his lips as his body shivered with the need forced upon him. "I can just... just walk away?" he asked. "Just like that? And... and I'll get my dick back in a few days?"
"If you can prove that lust does not rule your body and mind, yes." Tain nodded as he smiled again. "But we already both know what's going to happen, don't we? I can see it in your face. I can smell it on you. You will not take one step away from me as long as you see that I can fill you. Lust rules you, Voresh. And this is your punishment. Freedom to choose the only thing you know. The one thing you know you don't want to do."
For a moment, it actually looked like Voresh was going to resist. He pushed himself upward and almost rose, before a particularly strong twitch of pleasure from his altered body sent him crashing almost face-first back to the ground again. With his rump still raised and fingers dipped down deep into him, a whole different thrill worked through his body. Unable to move for the moment, he simply panted and drooled into the dirt as he worked himself over as best he could.
As best he could wasn't good enough. Not with the otter's musk reaching his nostrils and his shaft standing up tall before him. It beckoned, begged him to come, to sit, to ride and milk. Voresh whimpered and groaned as he dragged himself lightly through the dirt toward Tain, an inch at a time. "I... can't..."
Fingers traced up and down the otter's shaft, teasing it much more slowly and deliberately than Voresh's desperate pawing. "Then don't," he said with a quiet little murr. "I'm not making you do anything. Remember? You control your needs, Voresh. You're the one in control of your body. Your body does not control you."
Almost as if to spite those words, Voresh continued his slow crawl toward Tain's shaft. He looked down as a moment's shame coloured his expression, but when he glanced back up again it was with his nose almost pressed against that shaft's base. His nostrils flared with surprise and his muzzle opened to let his indignation be clearly known.
Instead, lips met the base of the otter's shaft. They kissed at it hungrily as a whimper slipped out of Voresh's muzzle, fingers spreading himself open and rubbing against himself as he started a long slow lick up toward the tip of the otter's malehood.
Tain just sat there, stock still without a trace of expression upon his face. He watched with calm detachment as Voresh assaulted his length with broad strokes of his tongue, slickening that sensitive flesh as he worked higher and higher up it. "You can stop now, Voresh," he said, voice as even and still as his expression. "You go much further, and you'll lose your control."
When Voresh simply continued his eager licking, Tain rolled his eyes and sighed quietly. He reached back to the wolf's head and tugged it gently but firmly away from his shaft, and bore the frustrated whimper of the male beneath him. "Are you listening, Voresh?"
"Listenin'... yeah. Carin'? Not so much." He pulled out of Tain's restricting grasp and nuzzled in against the pre-slick tip of the otter's malehood. "What... you think I'm scared of... of whatcha done to me? You think I can't take it? Think I can't take you?"
"I'm trying to help you, Voresh," Tain reprimanded, even as the webbed paw on his shaft was pushed away by one eager lupine one. "You'll not overcome your issues and pass your trial by-"
"Y'talk too much," Voresh interrupted. He pushed himself up quickly in a smooth motion that almost caught Tain off-guard. The otter's arms, raised to fend off a rending bite from the wolf before him were not in position to save him from the overwhelming heat of his changed body. He wasn't ready for the feel of the wolf's body pressing tight against his. He wasn't ready for the scent of his own shaft to reach his nostrils directly from Voresh's muzzle. And he wasn't ready to stop the wolf from impaling himself on the otter's shaft.
Both groaned in lustful satisfaction at the fullness of the penetration. If the divine intervention had given Voresh's new sex any virginity, it was obliterated in mere moments with the force of his decent. He took Tain wholely and completely as he arched his back, and his whole body shivered with fulfillment as he bottomed out around that thick otterhood. "Now y'helpin' me," he stated, with a heat-influenced dumb grin spread across his muzzle.
A smirk curled Tain's muzzle; the wolf was done. His paws settled on Voresh's hips and pulled the wolf down flush with his lap, and he felt Voresh's body spasm around him with want. "You could get off me right now, Voresh," he told the wolf, even as he felt his malehood twitch. That was one spurt of pre already up into the transformed lupine's fertile body. "You could still control yourself, save yourself a whole lot of trouble."
"I said I ain't afraid of trouble," Voresh growled back, and he snapped his jaw at the unimpressed otter before him. He wriggled down against Tain's lap, working against those paws as he squeezed new muscles down around the invading shaft. The wolf shuddered again, the sensation only helping him rub down around the otter's length. "I gotta itch needs scratchin' and you're scratchin' it!"
If the thought entered Voresh's head that there would be repercussions to the act months and years down the line, the wolf was completely oblivious to it. He pushed himself up and down, raising and lowering himself along Tain's soaked shaft. Muscles gripped through that slick heat, tugging at the otter's length in an attempt to draw it up deeper inside his shifted body.
Tain stopped fighting the wolf's efforts. He continued to lean back against the tree, giving Voresh the full range of motion that he needed to ride his thick malehood. The lips of his new sex spread out wide around it, his heat-stricken body eagerly sucking Tain up far into himself with every buck of Voresh's hips. The wolf was on automatic, his whole mind whited out to everything except the sensation of his heat being tended to.
There was no need to help him along. Voresh was already completely lost. As it had when he was fully a male, the wolf's lust ruled over his mind and body. It drove him up and down faster, bucking himself on instinct down against that length of flesh that filled him so completely. It kept rubbing against something inside him, something that sent pleasure showering through his nerves and racing up through his mind.
Moans split the air, panted and ragged as the wolf took what he needed from the otter. Tain's hips twitched in sympathetic desire, teased by the transformed wolf's heat but not ruled by it as Voresh was. His grip on those lupine hips remained light, to give Voresh all the chances he could possibly need to pull himself together and free himself of his lust's control.
It wasn't going to happen. His heat glazed Voresh's eyes over, leaving him unable to take in anything but what was pressing up inside him. His body tugged harder at Tain's malehood, every spurt of his pre being pulled deep into him. It wasn't enough to douse the heat, and every surge of pleasure it drew through him only spurred Voresh on. Some primitive, base part of his mind knew what he needed. It knew that every time his body fell against Tain's, he was growing closer to it.
Tain too was growing closer to giving it to him. He hissed through a pant of his own as he kept his grip on the wolf's hips light. "If you don't slow down, I'm going to seed you," he warned, his voice still even despite the rough eagerness with which Voresh pressed down in his lap. "There'll be no turning ba-ahh... b-back from that."
Another surge of pre shooting up into Voresh's body didn't go unnoticed, and it only spurred the wolf on harder. His slick sex worked harder and harder around Tain's length, a hot vice that drove his every motion. "Ah... told you!" he snarled back as his body began to tremble. "I... ain't... ruttin'... 'fraid!"
For the first time, Voresh's body shook with the intensity of a heat-driven orgasm. His whole body lit up with pleasure, crashing over him in vigorous pulses that raced up through his new sex. It milked Tain's shaft, coaxing the otter towards his own peak. It helped to seal Voresh's fate, locking his lustful desires as reigning sovereign of his mind and soul. It claimed him, and moments later so too did Tain.
It was the satisfaction that Voresh's body had been aching for since the transformation. It was rain to a desert, a release beyond anything the wolf had felt when he still had his malehood. Every potent spurt of Tain's seed drenched his innermost reaches, splattering him again and again and again. Voresh's divine-influenced body drew every single surge of that thick seed up as far as it could go, the boon of the goddess of fertility. It insisted - demanded - Tain's seed, and Voresh's transformed body drank deeply of what it milked from the otter.
Tain's climax drained away from him well before Voresh came down from his own peak. The otter dropped his paws from his captive's hips and let him grind there of his own accord as he took in every drop that had been provided him. As he watched the wolf's features soften and relax, Tain allowed himself a little smirk. "You have chosen your lusts."
Voresh's eyes focused once again on Tain's face, with a moment's clarity provided by his body-shaking climax. His teeth bared again in a smug smile. "And look at me," he snarled back. "I'm fine now. In spite of you. Said I ain't 'fraid, and look. I'm fine."
"Keep telling yourself that, Voresh," Tain said, though his voice broke through a shiver as the wolf pulled himself up off the otter's still-firm shaft with a wet schlorp. Not a single drop of Tain's thick seed spilled back out behind his tip. "Give it a month. You'll start to notice what you've done. You'll feel the life grow inside you."
All at once, what had just happened rushed back to the fore of Voresh's mind. One paw rubbed at his belly as he glared at Tain. "You don't know it took," he protested. The waver in his voice gave away his concern as he snatched his pants up from the ground.
Tain just shrugged. "I serve the Mother Almighty. I can feel it." He smiled a little more broadly, shaft still pointed up in the air and glistening with Voresh's juices in the firelight. "But hey, good luck to you. You think you'll easily find a female who'll take you when you don't have a malehood of your own? You think you'll find a male glad to bed a male who takes it as a female would?" His smile turned cold. "And what do you think the imperial guardsmen will think when you start waddling around, full with child? They will think you a practitioner of dark arts, one who would defy nature. They will kill you."
Anger overtook Voresh's face, and the wolf lunged at Tain. The otter just rolled to the side as Voresh fell against the tree, and he leaned in to pin his attacker to the ground. "There is one place you can go where you would be welcome, and safe, and protected," he continued, as Voresh struggled beneath him. "One place where you can bear your child in peace. One place where your transformed body would be accepted."
The otter went silent as he waited for Voresh to relax. It took a minute, but finally the wolf slumped beneath Tain with a sigh. "An' where in the ruttin' hells would that be?" he ground out.
"A temple to the Mother Almighty," Tain smoothly replied. "There you could serve out your punishment. You could learn to overcome your lusts. You could live in Her service, and atone for your sins." Tain slowly lifted himself up and off Voresh, though he stood ready to defend himself as the wolf rose quickly. "The choice is yours. I suggest make it more wisely this time."
The anger that clouded Voresh's face was as intense as the lust that had burned there previously. Whether the otter's words made sense or if he realized how screwed he literally was, Voresh's face began to soften. His glare shifted from Tain's face to the ground as he gave a short nod. "What ruttin' choice do I have, anyway?" he muttered.
The smile that drifted across Tain's features came without a trace of sarcasm or pride. The wolf was already starting to bend. Perhaps in the months to come, he could bend around so far as to turn his whole life about. A child, after all, had immense power to make one realize what was really important. "You'll always have a choice, Voresh," Tain answered as he stood slowly. "Now, come. Help me set up a camp, and we'll remain here for the night. In the morning, we'll make for the temple."
As Tain began to work, Voresh grumbled and fell into step behind the otter. His paws idly stroked over his body when they weren't otherwise occupied, and only very occasionally dipped lower. Anger and hatred at what had been done to him were muted by the echoes of the lust he'd felt. Something about the way he'd taken Tain's shaft into himself had resonated on a level he'd never expected. Something different. Something new. And, even as much as he hated to admit it even to himself, something good.
And after all, there would be many nights before they made it to the temple. Maybe, if he was able to take control of himself, the missionary might see fit to help him explore it further.
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Missionary Man lyrics
Well I was born an original sinner.
I was born from original sin.
And if I had a dollar bill for all the things I've done,
There'd be a mountain of money piled up to my chin.
My mother told me good,
My mother told me strong,
She said, "Be true to yourself,
And you can't go wrong.
But there's just one thing,
That you must understand:
You can fool with your brother,
But don't mess with a missionary man."
Don't mess with a missionary man.
Don't mess with a missionary man.
Don't mess with a missionary man.
Oh, the missionary man,
He's got God on his side.
He's got the saints and apostles backin' up from behind.
Black eyed looks from those Bible books,
He's a man with a mission, got a serious mind.
There was a woman in the jungle,
And a monkey on a tree.
The missionary man he was followin' me.
He said, "Stop what you're doing,
Get down upon your knees.
I've got a message for you that you better believe."
I was born an original sinner.
I was born from original sin.
And if I had a dollar bill for all the things I've done,
There'd be a mountain of money.