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In Green’s Name

Sneak Peek

“Dear lord, why can’t they just have central air,” Professor Avalanche huffed. The snow leopard professor had loosened his tie and undid his collar. He sat in the middle of his office, the space just barely the size of two cubicles, but only had two maneuverable pathways. One was from the entryway that was partially blocked by a file cabinet, despite the fire marshal’s protests, that sharply turned into the office where a love seat was placed in front of the snow leopard’s desk. The love seat was meant to seat two, but unfortunately was covered with boxes and files on one cushion so only one soul could sit awkwardly pressed between overflowing boxes of documents, research, and the sagging arm rest. A stool had been placed in front of the sofa, but that too had become the quintessential “chair” of any typical office where reports, failed assignments, and work assessments went to die, creating a leaning pillar that rose half way to the dropdown ceiling.

The second path started at the same place but had just enough space to curve around while having your ass nearly topple every trinket, organizer, and wall decoration before shuffling down into the worn out swivel chair and its cracking vinyl. A small fan pitifully tried to create a breeze to counteract the hot hair spitting out from the ancient desktop that rattled to life next to the snow leopard, the machine practically only running on hopes and dreams at this point with how loud its fans roared in the cramped office.

Professor Avalanche was grading papers as fast as he could, his red pen slicing through his English student’s final essays while juggling gasping for breath, not smearing the ink of their piss pore printer systems from the sweat on his palms or dripping from his brow, and pushing his glasses back up so he didn’t have to strain through his bifocals. A common problem with the middle aged.

Despite his age, most people thought he looked younger than he was. Sometimes they guessed late thirties, but people nodded in understanding of his silver foxy looks once they knew he was in his mid-forties. One of the benefits of being a snow leopard was that they aged with grace, their gray coats becoming more silvery as they grew and making it hard to put a finger on their exact age. Avalanche took care of his body as best he could as well, maintaining regular exercise routines and keeping himself in a semblance of shape, but his age was getting to him. He was bulky, strong and plump with muscle, but he did have some dirty bulk he just couldn’t seem to shake. The snow leopard was proud of his body, but he didn’t take his shirt off in public as freely as he did when he was the studly college professor. Suffice to say, when he was younger, the relationships he had weren’t necessarily something the great philosopher Plato would approve of, but platonic relationships were overrated when your students were hot and horny for you and would sneak in past your office hours to share you.

Avalanche sighed, swiping the sweat from his brow and moving onto the next paper and looking over the rubric for the assignment again to ensure he gave them the appropriate points for their work. Though, he furrowed his brow at the current paper before tossing it into the shredder. It screamed in protest, the machine practically smoking as it ate up the clear AI slop that had eaten up perfectly good parchment.

“Kaleth, I swear, if you think you can pull one over on me, you’ve got another thing coming,” Avalanche rolled his eyes. “Magistratic my ass, I doubt you even know what the word means. That little shit would have an aneurism if he had to think of a word with more than two syllables.”

Avalanche threw his head back in his chair, the pit stains forming beneath his arms were soaking down. He could feel the sweat trickle down his back. He was going to go mad with the summer’s oppressive heat. He had to get out, and he needed to do it now. He didn’t care that these grades were due in the system by midnight. He could always get an extension. For now though, he had a meeting to get to.

The snow leopard peeled himself from his chair and left, taking his satchel with him. The bulky snow leopard heading out, his loafers clicking as he did so. Despite being removed from the confines of his work prison, it didn’t alleviate the early summer heat and humidity from beading up on the walls and making the air oppressive. Avalanche made his way outside, bracing for the fact that the night brought no comfort from the heat. He simply had to take it in stride, and he was ready for this meeting. He joined a church, and not just because it was air conditioned, but because it was something he was passionate about.

It wasn’t a religion as one might think of it, but rather a group of likeminded individuals that had felt a call. Some people might consider it desperation for meaning, but Avalanche felt something pulling him to this church and it wasn’t because of the company. Though, the company was hot, bulky men like himself, that wasn’t the only reason. Though, it was a big one. It was because he always felt like he understood that idea of religious devotion, but this was…something else. He felt the need in his loins to be in this place, and everyone else said that’s the way you should feel when in service to Him.

The Him in question?

Green. That’s all they knew, that’s all they could glean from the sensation that came over them while in worship. Whoever the god they were reaching out to was, the only thing they knew was His name; Green. Not sure how they came to that when the energy of the worship was purple, but Avalanche knew.

Because it accented Green.

The snow leopard crossed the campus at a brisk pace, not caring he was dripping in sweat. All that mattered was getting to the church. At the far end of campus was a bridge that went over a swampy flat that lead to a small clearing. In that clearing there was a church built in the forest, the aforementioned AC unit rattling away on the side. The snow leopard gasped as he came up, the timber wolf at the top of the steps was there to greet him.

“Flynn,” Avalanche nodded as he accepted the purple robe and dipped into the church right away, the wolf following him.

“Brother Avalanche,” Flynn smiled, his purple robe silken and shiny, clinging to his form and showing every curve and divot of his body. “Glad you showed up tonight.”

“Yeah, me too,” Avalanche started to unbutton his shirt and get ready to disrobe to don his own silk garment, when Flynn’s hands came up to the bulky teacher’s chest.

“No, let me,” Flynn murred.

“I thought the fun wasn’t supposed to start until later.” Avalanche chuckled as Flynn’s dark claws undid his shirt, revealing the snow leopard’s soft muscle, his bulk preventing him from showing the powerful core beneath. “Or did you want to just have me all to yourself again?”

“What can I say,” Flynn’s tail was hiked up and swayed behind him with his hips, the obvious tent in his robe from his throbbing member showing he was already feeling the tingle of desire that came with worshiping Green. “He really does favor you. I just can’t keep my hands off you sometimes, Big Daddy Proffesser.”

“Well, who am I to deny His will,” Avalanche gave the wolf a sly smirk. That was the thing about their faith and practice. It was tied to lust and desire even though Green wasn’t a god of sex or lust. Maybe an inadvertent way he was, but that wasn’t the point. The indulgence in one’s desires, the lusting and worshiping of the features of large and powerful men, Avalanche being a mix of the two, is what draws His followers to them.

The worship of Green followed a simple concept at its core. Any desire one feels for another, is simply because they see Green in them. In the way they hold themselves, in the way they look, in their stature and poise, in their bulk and power, that’s what makes one a follower of Green. Flynn wasn’t an exception either. The wolf was shredded and sexy, not to mention his truly special gift that made him into a permanent Victoria secret model.

Flynn’s rope shuddered as the timber wolf’s wings unfurled behind him. They were dark gray and tipped with icy blue energy. Flynn’s glamor fell, his magic and power from Green coursed through him. His impurities (impurities being anything that makes you not Green) changing his energy to an icy blue. Despite it not being the violet power they associated with Green, it still made him beautiful, sexy, and all that more desirable.

A perfect fit for the Cult of Green.

“So,” Flynn murred, undoing the snow leopard’s belt, the jingle like a dinner bell that made the wolf’s maw drool and have to swallow back his hunger. “I’m really feeling Green’s blessing tonight. Do you think we could honor Him by worshiping each other?”

“I don’t know,” Avalanche gave Flynn a cocky smirk. “I’ve been caught at the office all day and I’ve been sweating like a hog. I don’t know if you’d be interested.”

Flynn couldn’t have unzipped those pants faster if he tried, the snow leopard’s junk flopping forward as the wolf pulled those pants down. Avalanche’s cock was a thick piece of meat, easily nine inches and each ball a grade A large egg steaming in a hot furry sack. Flynn took in a deep breath through his nose, his tongue lulling out, drool dripping from his tongue.

“May I?” Flynn huffed already crouched down.

“I insist, boy,” Avalanche kicked his pants and underwear off to the side as he stood in nothing but his loafers, his robe forgotten on one of the pews. The snow leopard was just glad that he was out of the oppressive heat and basking in the cool conditioned air of the church.

Flynn huffed, his hand coming to cup that sack and guide that half hard semi up to his lips before he slurped it all down in one go. Avalanche’s toes curled in his loafers as Flynn sucked down that cock, his wings furling out behind him, the feathers twitching in the wolf’s excitement. He bobbed up and down along that length, sucking the pleasure from the depth of Avalanche’s balls as he delicately rolled them. The sweat steamed off the snow leopard, rolling around him like a manly miasma as Flynn paid homage to that shaft and all that it represented.

Flynn looked at that shaft through half lids, his muzzle glided up and down, slurping over that hot shaft. He head butted that gut lightly on each down stroke and slipped back up, his velvety tongue lulling down his cum vein and then licking those nuts before drawing back up again.

Avalanche gave a soft sigh as he put his hand on the back of Flynn’s head, his fingers threading through his mane as he rumbled his satisfaction.

“Good boy,” the snow leopard purred. “Very good boy.”

Flynn’s tail swished behind him, twitching happily as it hiked up higher. His wings fanned and fluttered like a peacock strutting, but it was Flynn’s excitement that thrummed in his heart. The worship, the homage to his desires he was paying wasn’t just for Avalanche, it was for Green. Every ounce of his being was brought into that session, sucking Avalanche off in the entryway for anyone to come by and see was exhilarating. Not that it was discouraged to fornicate before the proceedings, but tonight was special.

“Oh professor,” Flynn murred as he popped his lips off the snow leopard’s cock and looked up, the tip of his tongue flicking over the thick mushroom head of that shaft. “You taste amazing.”

“Been brewing it all day for my favorite boy,” Avalanche kicked his loafers off, his bare feet hitting the ground. His sweaty soles felt the cool boards beneath them, his powerful paw like feet flexing. They were a mix between foot and paw where he had four thick toes, his snow leopard heritage making them thick and bulky. His pads were soft and warm against the ground, his beans pressing into the floor boards as he flexed, his toe claws coming out to scrape against the grain of the wood as he rocked on his heels, his arch flexing as he did so.

“Oh? And who’s that?” Flynn played just long enough before diving back down. Despite being a higher ranking member of the clergy, he was still a bottom slut. Something that was actually quite rare among the higher ranks of their faith. Normally only the strong and powerful would become high members, but when you can entice enough men to vote you in with your sexy ass as he did, no one would deny that it was Green’s influence that compelled them.

“God damn it boy,” Avalanche huffed, guiding Flynn’s head to bob faster, thick glorking and shlorking filling the entryway. “You’re fucking hungry to serve your desires to Green, huh?”

Flynn responded by picking up the pace and slurping faster, his throat muscles working the tip of that shaft as his long tongue lulled and slapped Avalanche’s nuts with each headbutt against the overhang of his bulky gut.

The timber wolf recoiled with a sigh, thick strands of precum and throat sludge connecting him to that shaft. His hot breath curled around it, his tongue dripping thick globs of his drool that was now laced with the sweat and stink of man. It made the wolf shiver and pant as his thumb tenderly rolled over those thick nuts, rubbing his drool over those sensitive orbs.

“I don’t think I want to wait for the others,” Flynn stood up and hiked his robe over his thick cheeks. Avalanche was reminded exactly how Flynn got his position. Those dimpled cheeks were thick, powerful, and spread with his tail hiked for the professor’s pleasure. “I want you to take me now.”

“Oh really?” Avalanche slapped one meaty paw on Flynn’s cheek, the damn thing practically slapping back with its firmness. He gripped that cheek and shook it, making it recoil and slap its twin. “I guess it would be a sin to not indulge when Green’s influence has taken hold.”

Avalanche slapped his cock down between those cheeks, his thick member throbbing and strong. A strand of pre squirted out the tip and draped over one of the cheeks. The snow leopard licked his chops, his hips grinding back and forth, his cock sawing between the sculpted slabs of ass flesh. His cum vein ran down along Flynn’s pucker, his hole already glistening with the lube he had pumped into himself beforehand. Avalanche grinned and Flynn looked back behind him, his wings fluttering before splaying down as he arched his back up into Avalanche’s groin.

“Go on,” Flynn’s voice sounded almost tainted, his eyes sultry and inviting, almost daring him to try and resist.

Avalanche lifted his chin in confidence before gripping the base of his cock and angling it down to press against the slutty wolf’s pucker. With a soft, wet, pop, Avalanche was in. Flynn’s maw hung open, his tongue lulled out as his eyes crossed, that thick hog slipping deep inside him with his pre lubricated ass. Avalanche moaned, his cock sliding home, the wolf’s fur standing on end as he slipped over the slutty pup’s prostate and sank down to the hilt in one go. Avalanche didn’t even need to ask if Flynn was ready, that whore pup was down bad for dick, his desires coursing through him as they both felt Green’s influence take hold.

“Fuck yeah,” Avalanche’s eyes glinted, a faint purple ring humming around his irises as he started sawing back and forth. “That’s a good girl.”

“Oh God yes,” Flynn huffed, his claws gripping onto the wood of the pew as he met Avalanche’s quickening thrusts, his cheeks bouncing off the big bulk of the snow leopard’s thighs. The pleasure started building, the energy they felt, or Green’s Influence, started to seep into the love making. Avalanche felt his muscles itch, his one hand snapping forward to grip a fistful of Flynn’s mane and pull back as Flynn gave a soft gasp before mewling into the rough treatment.

“You like that pup?” Avalanche felt the power building, the subtle difference between the pleasure and power a curling wave, like the pleasure and power were intertwined, part of the same being as it wove through him. “You like being fucked like the slutty little pup you are? You like serving Green?”

“Yes! I’m yours Green! Take me! Take all of me for your pleasure, Oh god—” Flynn squeaked out as his cock beat against his abs, pre dripping down it in strands, the threads wobbling against the knee shaking thrusts of the man behind him.

The energy curled between them, their fealty to their god binding them, their power weaving through them and causing the pleasure to intensify. The control they had before was waning, the human decency they thought governed society melted away as they fucked. Avalanche’s grin grew hungrier, his fangs glinting with drool as he fucked with abandon. Flynn could take it, the little bitch boy took cock twice as big as his own, but fucking with Green’s power made him feel like he was a titan, the image in his mind of being twelve feet tall and coring out the wolf with his cock sent shivers down his spine, his tail twitching behind him as he smacked his hips forward over and over. Avalance felt the power spike, the pleasure pouring into him. He was being filled with Green’s influence, his power, his grace! He was his vessel, and he was to be used as his will.

Yessss…

Avalanche huffed, his breath coming out as a purple haze. His eyes were glowing with raw power, his veins pushing up against his skin and glowing faintly with the purple power of their viridian god. Flynn’s eyes had rolled into the back of his skull, his own veins having pushed up against his flesh, his throat raw from panting and yipping in pleasure. The snow leopard’s nuts swung forward, beating Flynn’s coin purse with his low hangers as he fucked with abandon.

“That’s it! I can feel it! It’s better than it’s ever been! You’re—FUCK—You-re…!”

Mine…

Avalanche slammed away, his hips plapping in rhythm. He got down to the nice, deep strokes, their bodies melding in the humming wave of Green’s influence. It was like a drug, and Avalanche was getting a pemo dose as he slapped away. He could feel Flynn, his hands running over his hip and his fist gripping his hair. He could feel the little slutty button choking out his pleasure as he twitched and came. Flynn’s knees knocked, quaking, his legs nearly giving out as his pecker shot his cream down on the floor.

Avalanche felt Flynn’s walls clamp down on his cock, twitching, drawing it in further as he was milked. The pleasure spiked and yet Green’s will was to not have him cum yet. He felt the powerful urge to nut well up inside him, but instead of it culminating into a bursting pleasure, it edged. He felt it like a surging strength in his heart. He could feel the blood pumping through his veins, each cell bouncing around in him and making his blood hum and sing. He could feel the pleasure not only sinking his dick deeper into Flynn, he could feel what Flynn was feeling.

Avalanche’s hands roamed over the wolf’s body, slipping over his abdominals, gripping his throat and lightly choking him as he ground his hips deep. The pleasure surging through the snow leopard, coursing down into Flynn and then back up into him, made it feel like there was a tongue cradling his balls and taint, surging power up through the root of his manhood, only for it to bloom in his chest and course through his veins to the tips of his claws and toes, then shudder down his spine in a roar of power.

“Fuck yeah, give it to me, give me all you got,” Avalanche didn’t even know what he meant by that. Sometimes when he was under the deep influence of Green, he said things he didn’t understand. “That’s right, give in, surrender to me, your better, your desires, your fucking God.”

Flynn’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull, his maw drooling, the thick drool dripping down over his chin as he gargled on the pleasure. His own cock was still cumming, but the pecker had slipped back into his sheath.

Avalanche felt the pleasure building fast, like his cock was sinking deeper and deeper, going up farther and farther into Flynn. Then there was a sudden burst of pleasure as he gripped Flynn’s throat. Avalanche’s eyes crossed before his pupils became slits. He tried to pull back to hammer home his claim, but that ass gripped him too hard to let go. Avalanche blinked, and looked down only for his eyes to go wide.

Flynn’s ass was attached to him at the hip! There was no hole he was fucking, no place his cock was sinking in, but rather, they were literally fused together. Thick, strong, and powerful veins coursed purple energy in and out between them, their heartbeat’s synchronized.

“About time you noticed,” Avalanche spoke, but it wasn’t his voice coming from his muzzle. “Don’t worry, my vessel. Relax. He is giving himself up for a greater purpose.”

“W-What?” Avalanche felt a sudden sense of pleasure and clam wash over him despite his panic trying to surface. “What is he doing?”

“Sacrificing himself to my pleasure of course,” Green spoke through him. “Let it happen. Don’t fight it. Flynn has already given in.”

“I…Oh God yes…” Avalanche’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull as the pleasure built with each heartbeat. More and more of Flynn’s essence coursed into him, power running along his veins like lay lines. They surged through him, his biceps flexing, his pecs jostling, his gut sculpting with each beat. As the moments drew on, Flynn’s features started to soften. His powerful abdominals melted away, his pecks slimming, his throat extending downward. His bones softened, becoming jell-like before sweeping down into Avalanche’s form.

Avalanche groaned as he ground forward, every sensation Flynn had was pure bliss. Every nerve was converted to a pleasure receptor that sent unbelievable waves of power through Avalanche. The snow leopard’s pecs had a bit of sag to them that quickly firmed up, his thick nips hardening. The dark creases on his muzzle started to fade as the power of Flynn’s youth revitalized him. He still was a total DILF, but his hair become more salt and pepper, his neat cut becoming more wild and long as it flowed out into a mane. His thick gut was becoming more of a muscle gut, his powerful core sculpting the healthy layer of fat. He still had a paunch, but it only made him look thicker and stronger. His arms lengthened, his head inching upwards as he felt the floorboards shrink beneath his expanding foot paws. His calves flexed, his thick hamstrings making bloated teardrops before his thick ass cheeks shunted into shape. The glorious ass Flynn sported now a much larger godly DILF cake that defied gravity.

Flynn was panting, his tongue lulling forward as thick drool ran down his chin and chest. The purple veins all over him coursed down over his face and back up into Avalanche, expanding him, growing him, fueling his ascension into Green’s vessel. All the while Flynn’s mind dwindled, his ability to think fading as more and more of his brain was converted into pleasure receptors and glands. Flynn felt like Avalanche’s cock was pressing up deeper and deeper into him, compressing his skull, but his weakening bones were practically just gelatin at this point and dissolved away. Flynn’s features softened out as his arms and legs started to shrivel and pull closer to his form. His proud wings shuddered like a dying fir tree, his feathers rattling off and crumbling to dust. His fur started to sluff off to show the dark pink flesh beneath and the pulsing purple veins. Flynn’s legs drew up off the floor as he rested his chest down on the pew, his legs curled up into balls, his foot paws gently messaging Avalanche’s nuts before melting into the sack.

“Yes! Surrender to your God and Master,” Green’s voice hissed from Avalanche’s mouth. “You’re mine!”

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