[SNEAK PEEK]The Pulsing Spire
Utahime finds Religion.
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The service seemed relatively normal, up until the point everyone's cocks came out.
There wasn't even an obvious trigger; midway through the handsome white unicorn's boring, droning sermon, everyone opened their robes, shuffled off their trousers, lifted their skirts… each and every one of them were already rock-hard and dripping.
…Utahime was the only person in the entire chapel - a non-denominational, rather austere spot that was rented out to whoever had the coin - without a dick, it seemed.
Every pair of eyes turned milky white and blank, and wispy, liquid-like ectoplasm swirled around their necks in a sort of ethereal collar. A leash dribbled downwards from the collar to wrap around each cock, to join with a gripping, stroking paw.
"And as we all know," the unicorn priest continued, "The world awe inhabit is filled with strife, hardship, pain, suffering… but the answer to all dilemmas, the salve to all pain, lies within. It lies between our legs. So says the Pulsing Spire."
"So says the Pulsing Spire," chanted every single voice in the chapel, in perfect unison.
Bar one, of course.
"Oookay, cool." The kitsune muttered to herself, glad that she'd picked the end of the pew so she could easily sneak her way out. Fact-finding mission, done and dusted. The Temple of the Pulsing Spire was a magical cult, it was kidnapping and brainwashing people… now she just had to get some reinforcements. Some of the crew she'd worked with in OldQuarry were floating about in the city, they could probably band together…
She scurried in the shadows towards the back door, tuning out that dull, yet strangely enrapturing sermon, bracing herself for the bright lights of the mid-day sun…
But just as her paw reached the door, a grey-furred paw snatched her hard by the wrist.
Utahime yelped and twisted around, finding her staring into the cloudy marble eyes of a familiar, youthful looking hare. His head was angled strangely, resting against his right shoulder and sort of lolled backwards at the same time. It didn't look comfortable.
When did she see him last, she wondered…?
Oh, right, he was one of the OldQuarry bunch, that whole business with the floating eyestalks that brainwashed you and had you masturbate until you died of exhaustion.
…What was his name?
"Hey… you! Good to see you're still alive…!" Utahime said, nervously. "And you've f-found faith, nice one!"
"This one… is not alive…" the hare moaned, his voice low and guttural. "For now… he sleeps… and I… control…"
"You what-now?" Utahime tried to yank herself free, but the grip was tight. As she glanced back towards the chapel proper, she saw each and every eye was upon her.
She instinctually flashed a grin.
"Okay, cool. Hi everyone. So, look, this whole thing seems fun, but it's not for me, so…"
"Your hands… so soft…" the hare intoned, his thumb rubbing Utahime's palm. "Touch… me…"
With the strength only an animated automaton could muster, the hare shoved Utahime's hand right down against his warm, hard dick. Utahime yelped again, unable to stop that gripping wrist from wiping her hand up the shaft to the glans, and back down…
Just as another hand grabbed her other wrist and brought it down to a similarly firm, springy dick. Utahime glanced towards the owner - the deer was rather petite, but her cock was almost as big as her torso.
"Yes…" she moaned. "Me… too…"
"Touch…" a chorus of zombie-groans echoed through the chapel. "Touch… next…"
Utahime had had enough. Once she'd thrown out a quip, a concussive wave would easily send them flying away, give her space to run; though she didn't plan on going loud, needs must…
At least, that's what would have happened.
"I'm taken," she quipped, "So if you don't mind, I'm gonna…"
Her eyes locked with the priest's, from amidst the gaggle of engorged cock-zombies.
The white colt's hair was long, violet, two beautiful curtains that framed his handsome face and surrounded his long ivory horn. His eyes were a pale, reddish pink, and strangely kind.
She hadn't noticed how nice they were.
Not that they could keep her gaze from descending to the bulge within his robes, leaving an outline along his own silken breeches.
She didn't care for dicks, but even she had to admit, that was one impressive cock.
"You're disturbed by my rituals, I can see that…" the unicorn said. "Furthermore, I understand. The truths we explore in this space are ones that are… unpalatable to many. To those who value the false concept of purity, we must seem abhorrent…"
"Nah, I really don't care, you do you!" Utahime said. "I'm just not one to jerk off strangers, is all…"
…Though she was sort of enjoying the repetitive up-down up-down motions… in fact, it made her feel a little bit warm between her legs too.
She was not going to think about that.
"Right you are," the unicorn priest said. "Spires, give our guest some space."
"Must… we…?" the hare moaned.
"Yes," the priest replied. "We will indulge at the end of the service."