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The Purest Pussy

Chapter 1

Daphne stood shivering in the rain, her mane in her eyes, waiting for the door to open. She was a young mare, her slender body bronze-gold, her mane and tail pale as the first misty rays of the dawn. A white stripe cut up her nose and between her large and frightened hazel eyes, and her paws were white like gloves, her nails fleshy pink and glossy. She was wearing a simple brown peasant's dress that was torn and dirty after the long journey. Having been summoned by the abbey, she and her father had walked to it in the rain and mud all the way from their farm. A Summoning only happened once every ten years, and while Daphne and her father didn't want to believe it, they knew they had been summoned for one reason: Heavenly Araton.

Heavenly Araton was the god of Kingdom Oltru, known not only for his benevolence but also for his insatiable sexual appetite. In exchange for his protection from the other gods and their kingdoms, Heavenly Araton demanded a virgin should be given to him once every hundreds years. And not just any virgin. He wanted the most beautiful virgin, the most sweet and pure and innocent mare that existed in the entire kingdom. This Summoning, Daphne was that virgin.

Virgins who went to Heaven never came back, and Daphne was terrified. So was her father, who stood beside her in the rain, trying to shield her with his cloak. Henry peered at her apologetically from under his hood, and she knew how deeply he regretted having to give her up. They had no choice in the matter, though. They could have run, but Araton had many angel warriors who would have hunted them down. And even if they managed to evade the angels, they would be dooming the entire kingdom to invasion by some other god and their army. It was easier if Daphne and her father just gave in, just gave Araton what he wanted.

"Just do whatever them nuns tell you," said Daphne's father hoarsely and unhappily, "and you'll b-be s-safe." His voice trembled and she heard him sob.

"Oh, Daddy," Daphne whispered and took her father's paw. "I'll be f-fine. Don't cry."

"My brave girl," said her father, blinking out tears. "You was such a sweet thing when you was born. I told your mother this would happen, that we ought to run far away." He shook his head miserably. "But I suppose we can't outrun a 'god' and his army," he said with such vicious resent, Daphne blinked.

Henry's anger sounded personal, but before Daphne could question him, the door creaked open, and a tall, unsmiling nun stood on the step, glaring down at them, paws neatly folded over her white robe. She had a cruel mouth and pitiless blue eyes, and her coat was a mottled gray. A white blotch covered her left eye, and wisps of her white mane peeped from under her hood. Behind her, other nuns -- also dressed in white -- peered curiously down the step, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of Daphne. Daphne shyly bowed her head.

"You're the one?" said the tall nun on the step. She sounded disappointed. "You're the Purest One?"

"Aye --" began Daphne's father, but the nun said over him, "I was speaking to her."

Henry sourly closed his mouth.

"And should you return here," said the tall nun to Henry, "know that males are not permitted access to the grounds - nor are they permitted to speak in our presence. Get going. Now."

Henry glared at the tall nun. He kissed Daphne on the cheek, whispered goodbye, and started away into the rain, limping and slow. Daphne watched her father go and held back tears. He'd had the limp most of her life, as he'd been injured protecting her from a desperate pack of wolves that attacked her in the forest. Now he was hurt again, this time verbally, and because of her. Now . . . he was all alone. She wanted to take him with her to Heaven, somehow.

"I'm waiting, girl," said the tall nun sharply.

Daphne started and turned to face the cold mare. "Y-Yes," she stammered. "I'm the . . . Purest One."

"Huh." The tall nun sneered, her disgusted eyes tracing over Daphne's shivering little body. "I suppose you'll have to do. Follow me." With that, she turned inside, and the nuns crowding the hall behind her scattered away like frightened mice.

Only one nun remained behind. She was a gray mare, short and plump, also draped in a white robe, with bright brown eyes and a short muzzle like a donkey. She scrutinized Daphne with cold disgust, her disapproving eyes following as she passed. She was holding a lantern high, and she snapped the door shut behind Daphne - slamming it so loudly that Daphne flinched.

Daphne glanced back at the plump nun in surprise, and when she saw the older mare's nasty smile, she turned away again. She hugged herself and hurried to follow the tall nun through the dark, earthen corridor. She was unhappy to realize the short nun was following behind with her swinging lantern.

"I am Mother Vivica," said the tall nun as she glided imperiously up the corridor. Keys jingled on her rope belt, and that combined with the click of her horseshoes was a noise that felt too loud in the otherwise silent hall.

Daphne was surprised the nuns here wore horseshoes. Mares who gave themselves up to a convent swore off everything and were supposed to go without the luxury of shoes. They were supposed to join the abbey purely as they were born, in the hopes that Heavenly Araton would find them enticing and sweep them away to Heaven. All of them wore white as a symbol of their sexual purity and willingness to submit to their god's carnal lusts. They lived their lives requesting through prayer that they should be summoned to Heaven to marry their lord god.

Daphne's father had warned her that the nuns would be jealous that she had been chosen. He was right. They practically despised her. They passed an open chapel where several nuns knelt before a great gold statue with a large erect penis, whispering prayers to it. The erect idol was in the likeness of Heavenly Araton, who was depicted as a young stallion with a great spiral horn on his forehead. As the nuns were led in prayer by an older nun with a wrinkled face, they heard the click of Mother Vivica's shoes and their ears pricked forward. All of them looked out the open doorway and glared when they saw Daphne. Daphne hugged herself tighter and walked faster.

They started down a flight of earthen steps, and Mother Vivica's shoes clicked even louder.

"And this is Sister Andra," went on the tall nun. "She will succeed me as Mother one day."

The short nun walking behind Daphne grunted.

"As those devoted to the heavenly lord," continued Mother Vivica, "we will prepare you for your journey to Heaven. You will stay here with us at Brayven until the Lord Above sends his angels to bear you away."

Daphne didn't know what to say or if she should even speak. She figured she was better off not saying anything unless she was asked a direct question.

They came to the bottom of the stairs, and Daphne was surprised to discover what looked like a dungeon. Torches blazed in the gloom, and the room was empty except for a few chains and manacles that hung from the earthen walls, as well as a few piles of hay scattered on the floor. The room was so dour, Daphne halted on the bottom step and was shoved in the back by Sister Andra, who grunted irritably.

Mother Vivica went to a pair of chains hanging from the wall and turned to Daphne, her paws folded neatly, her blue eyes severe. "Come here, girl. Don't be afraid."

Daphne came at once, for fear she would be shoved again. Mother Vivica pried Daphne's hugging arms away, and she gasped in shock when the nun gave her small, plump tit a firm squeeze. She staggered back and bumped into Sister Andra, who grabbed her by the waist and ripped at her clothes. Her wet dress easily came away, falling to the floor in filthy tatters. She felt her cheeks getting hot and shrank away from them both, appalled by their behavior, hugging her small breasts and trying to hide behind her pale mane. What were they doing and why!

Mother Vivica impatiently slapped aside Daphne's arms and squeezed her naked breasts again until the pink nipples jutted. She swallowed hard as she stared at them. Daphne grabbed the mare's arms and squirmed to get free, but Mother Vivica only continued groping her and did not let go, thumbing her nipples until she shivered and blushed. As Mother Vivica teased Daphne's nipples, Sister Andra reached from behind and gently slipped two fingers inside Daphne's sex. Daphne gasped and her cheeks flushed hotter as the mare's careful fingers glided slowly through her heat and warmth. Together, the two mares fondled and caressed her, until her helpless cries of delight horrified and humiliated her. Baffled and embarrassed, she kept squirming to get free, but Sister Andra grabbed her tail and pulled her back, fingering her deeper, pressing until her fingers were restricted by Daphne's tight hymen and could reach no further.

Daphne had never been fingered before. She clenched her thighs against the pleasure and twisted to escape, thrusting out her backside and her jiggling breasts, moaning against her will with a flexing stomach, shuddering as it happened and wanting to die. Sister Andra stroked her tail as she fingered her, and Daphne gasped when the short nun's thumb massaged her clit to hungry throbbing. Her eyes fluttered wide and her lips parted as arousal flushed through her, until her nipples were hard in Mother Vivica's gently stroking fingers. She looked at Mother Vivica helplessly, silently begging her to stop. Mother Vivica's lips only curled in a lusty smile. Suddenly wild, Daphne bucked and stamped until her breasts jiggled, and the mares let her go, darkly amused.

"She's a virgin, alright," Sister Andra muttered, sounding a little breathless. Daphne heard a smack and realized with a blush that Sister Andra was tasting her fingers.

Shamed and embarrassed, Daphne backed away, her hooves crunching through the hay. She kept her head down behind her heavy, wet mane. "Of course I'm a virgin!" she wailed. "Why else would I be here?"

"We have to be certain, girl," said Mother Vivica evenly. "You don't understand. Plenty of mares come here pretending to be the one who was summoned, just so they can see Heaven. Your tits have no milk and your pussy's pin-tight: you're a virgin." She folded her paws and paced a slow circle around Daphne, scrutinizing her jutting backside with warm lust. "Though I suppose if you're simply pretending_to be the Purest One, we'll know soon enough. The Lord Above doesn't take kindly to impostures. He always sends them back . . . _in pieces."

Sister Andra nodded, her teeth bare in another nasty smile.

Daphne shivered and glared at the ground, wishing to hell that she wasn't naked, that her pink nipples would stop jutting, that they would go away. She could feel Sister Andra's fat fingers as if they were still inside her, caressing her so eagerly, so . . . deliciously. She hated herself for enjoying it. She couldn't stop shaking.

Mother Vivica stopped pacing and faced Daphne. "Have you ever seen a cock before, girl?" she asked abruptly.

Daphne's pale lashes fluttered in shock and she blushed furiously. "No!"

Mother Vivica nodded, and Daphne was surprised to hear her cold laugh. "Good. You truly are the purest thing in the realm then." She nodded at Sister Andra.

Daphne looked quickly at the short nun to see what was happening. She backed away as Sister Andra - smiling her nasty smile - grabbed one of the manacles hanging from the wall and slapped it on Daphne's thin wrist. Daphne's mouth fell open as her other wrist was also manacled. Then Sister Andra pulled on a chain, and Daphne's thin arms were pulled high above her head, until her small jutting breasts were pulled high with them. She stood against the wall, trembling, her naked front on complete display, wishing she could cover herself as Sister Andra leaned close, tugging on the chains again to make certain they were taunt. As she was testing the chains, her lips found Daphne's nipple and gave it a discreet suck, pulling slowly and deliberately. Daphne gasped and blushed as her nipple tingled with pleasure.

Sister Andra chuckled darkly. "Tender little thing," she whispered under her breath. "Maybe I'll come back later and eat your sweet pussy, hmm? You taste so good." She chuckled darkly when Daphne's mouth fell open in shock. With the chains secure and tight, Sister Andra backed away, her beady eyes tracing over Daphne's curves.

Mother Vivica had moved some feet away and her back was to Daphne. When Sister Andra came to her with the announcement that Daphne was "set for the night," the two of them moved toward the stairs.

"Am I to stay like this!" Daphne burst incredulously. She didn't want to be left alone in the cold and the dark, helplessly chained and naked for anyone to grope and fondle. But neither of the nuns seemed to care!

Sister Andra laughed nastily, but tall Mother Vivica looked back over her shoulder and regarded Daphne for the first time with something like pity. "It's for your own good, girl," said the Mother calmly. "Sometimes young stallions come here, bandits and the like, looking for sweet innocent nuns to cart off. Best we lock you down here. The Lord Above would punish us if anything should happen to you."

Daphne's heart skipped a frightened beat.

"Sometimes the demons of Araini come," added Sister Andra with a grim nod.

Mother Vivica nodded as well. "Yes. And the demons are worse by far than any bandits. Should the demons impregnate a girl, she will give birth to a ram-child. This place," her eyes glanced at the ceiling, "is imbued with the protective blessing of our Lord Above. It will protect you."

"And the chains!" Daphne demanded.

Mother Vivica smiled. "To keep you from wandering, girl. We've lost Purest Ones to the night before, girls who were too sacred to do their duty and ran into the forest --"

"Only to be gotten by the Araini demons," added Sister Andra sadly. "The demons always come tryin' to steal the Lord Above's gift. They will come for you. It's why the Lord Above sends his angels to protect you."

"C-Could I at least have some clothes?" Daphne begged.

"I will send someone to bathe you," Mother Vivica answered. "And yes. Before you leave, you will be given clothing." With that, she and Sister Andra climbed the stairs.

Daphne listened dismally as their horseshoes clicked to the top. The door opened and closed, the lock clicked, and she stood there alone in the darkness, chained to the wall and trying to still the hungry throbbing of her clit.