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Beautiful Twilight: Bible Break down II

Rarely, oh so rarely, did Sparkle actually spend any time in the little office of Beautiful Twilight. The room was small, with a large, cushy couch against the wall closest to the door. On the floor was a huge, round rug, black, and in the shape of a generic paw print. The wall on the far side included a large framed picture of Sparkle, and around it was each and every girl (And the few males) that worked for her. Across from the couch was a large wooden desk, a big leather chair on the other side of it and behind that was a large, bookshelf, filled quite nicely. At the moment, it was the desk where Spark was seated when the door suddenly burst open.

Matthew D. Nicklewood wasn't particularly the brightest bulb in the box. He knew this for a fact, and while Sparkle constantly had to convince him he wasn't nearly as dumb as everyone claimed he was, he still felt out of sorts doing anything that required heavy thinking. That's why the job as a bouncer was perfect for him. He was eternally grateful and indebted to Miss Shadowpaw for the job she offered him, and the best part was he got to use his fists from time to time! And while Matt wasn't the brightest crayon there was, he could still sniff out trouble from miles away- like the mouse who was wandering around the outside of the club. She wasn't trying to get in, she was just walking around, glancing at him every few moments, and then back to whatever she was doing. He got an icky shiver that raced down his back every time she looked at him.

"Excuse me?" He asked, as he finally decided to approach her. She immediately twisted around and glared.

"Yes, may I help you?"

"Uhhhh....That's what I was gonna ask you. What are ya doing?"

"I'm just standing here. There isn't a law against that, is there officer?"

"Officer? I'm no cop."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I thought you were a member of the local law enforcement. If this is not the case, then you don't have any right to talk to me."

"Uhhh...no. Wait...no. I'm a bouncer here, and you're on private property...I think. "

"Not very much, it seems."

"Lady, I gotsa ta ask ya ta leave. "

"No. "

"Uhhhh....wait, what?"

"I said no."

"UHHhhhh....."

Sparkle put her pen down and stared at the sight before her in awe. She'd been working on something new for next Thursday's show night and normally, was quite disturbed to be pulled away from working. This however, merited some attention. Matthew was standing in front of her and the nearly eight foot tall bovine was holding in his huge, heavy paws, a little scrawny mouse. Sharon.

"She was snoopin' round here. N' I says to her she gotsa ta leave, and she said no, so I was gonna throw her out, but then I picked her up, see, and this fell down. And I dun know what it is, but it don't look good, so I brought 'em both ta you, cause yer smart." The giant bull explained, still holding the struggling mouse over his shoulder. The object he dropped on Sparkle's desk however, made the wolf's blood freeze in her veins. It was a smallish item, something that almost looked like a video game controller with several little buttons on it. But the frightful part was the small LED readout that glowed from the very front panel. 07:58. And it was counting down. It was a bomb. Actually more than likely, several bombs.

"Put 'er down. "Spark said as casually as possible, swallowing the raising fear that was billowing inside of her. The large bull deposited the mouse onto the couch next to them both, with Sharon giving a loud squeak. The mouse was wearing a pair of tight fitting blue jeans, and a bright white shirt with a slogan on the front that read "SAVED" with a little halo over the A. Spark snorted. It was going to take an act of God to get this mouse out of her building alive.

"So, Sharon. We meet again. Matt. Go back to doin' that thing you do oh, so well, and lemme tell ya babe, you're getting a raise." The wolf chuckled and Matthew bounced away happily- leaving the mouse and wolf together- and alone.

" Sparkle. I'm afraid I've been given orders from up high, to stop your little house of sin and make this world a better place for us all. "

" Is thaaaaaat right? You've been given orders by GOD himself to kill me, and everyone in this building?"

"No. Just destroy the building. But everyone in here is guilty of the sin of lust. So I'm gonna do another good deed and purge you all from god's green earth. "

"With dynamite?"

"Yes."

"...'Kay. I am obviously dealing with a mad woman." Spark mumbled quietly, glancing at the detonator device before impulse drove her to press the small, red switch on the side. The countdown stopped instantly, and Sparkle's eye widened. For a moment, she though she'd doomed them all. For a moment, she thought she'd pressed the wrong button, and the building was going to come collapsing down around them and for the briefest hint of a second- she could have sworn she saw someone, standing over the mouse sitting on the couch. The figure was wearing a dirty, brown robe, tattered and ripped and torn, and in one of his hands he held what appeared to be a large, brown scythe. But for just a second. He was gone when she glared at the mouse, and the anger that had been churning in the bottom of her stomach grew to immeasurable proportions. She slammed her paws onto the desk and stood up, snarling with anger.

"This is what you were trying to do?! Kill everyone here?! You wanted to hurt people, and take away THE VERY LAST THING IN MY LIFE, THAT I EVEN HAVE THAT LET'S ME BE..." The wolf paused in her outrage- swallowed it down, and sat in her chair again- a small light bulb dinged over her fuzzy head.

"I am dealing with a mad woman. Devoid of reason and logic, devoid of compassion for others, and completely, and utterly addicted to her faith." The wolf said, her fangs showing more and more, as a little grin ceased her lips and showed off her fangs a slow, frightful smile. Sharon glared at the canine, and remained seated, even as Spark stood up, and circled around the side of the desk.

" My dear. It was a terrible thing, that you have not calculated the madness that dwells inside of you. I'm sure you did not expect to be captured and placed here- but what you hadn't counted on- is the fact that I too, am mad. So, nothing short of an act of God, is going to save you from your fate, here tonight. " The wolf giggled- with Sharon's smile fading off her lips. Sparkle, took a step back, leaned against her desk, and glanced at the door- which shut on it's own. Sharon's eyes followed for a moment, before she glanced back at the wolf.

'"H, how did you...??"

"Oh, sweetie. There isn't anything I can't do, and right now, the thing I want to do most, is seek vengeance." Sparkle whispered, leaning in close to let the words trickle into the mouse's large ears- and that's when Sharon's head drooped- and fell instantly, into a deep, dark sleep.

The lights turned dim, the same way they usually did during a show night. The audience whom were all engrossed in their activities they'd paid for went silent. The stage lit up for a moment and the music that was playing in the background faded into nothingness. It was like this for several seconds- before the speakers picked up again.

"Ladies and Gentlefurs. Tonight, one time only, we have an extra special treat for you! So get ready to pound your paws together and please give a round of sound for our very own Princess of Pain, Spaaaaaaaaarkle Shadowpaw!" The loudspeaker exploded- which was instantly and totally drowned out in the following sound of claps and hollers. No one quite expected a show night, and although they happened randomly, then never quite happened this late at night, so close to closing time.

A spotlight appeared on-stage a moment, and that's all. Just a spot light and nothing more. It didn't last. Patron's began to notice tendrils of purple smoke snaking their way though paws and under table legs, sneaking in from every corner of the room, smelling heavily of grape. The vines of smoke slithered down from the ceiling, up from the cracks of the floor, from everywhere! Each and every one of them were all traveling towards the spotlight in the middle of the room, and when they built up enough, they formed a large, billowing pillar of smoke. Then it dissipated, leaving the bar's hostess standing quietly in the middle of the room seemingly, out of thin air.

Sparkle wasn't looking particularly pleased tonight, however. She normally gave a big speech about what she was going to do, and how the crowd was going to enjoy it, but instead, she just stood there looking out over the crowd as if she had stage fright. She bit her lower lip, clenched her fingers, and then gave a soft sigh. She was in a different outfit tonight. It was similar to her normal witch outfit- bright purple, with a big silly hat that she loved to wear- but not tonight. Tonight, she was wearing an outfit that looked the same, but was all black with an almost sinister aura that seemed to bubble around her. She stepped towards the end of the stage and peered silently at the patrons who all watched with rapt attention, and cleared her throat.

"Tonight, everyone gets their money back from the door. This is important enough, that I want everyone to see, what I am about to do for free." She whispered- and the crowd went crazy. Cheers and claps, and hoots and hollers rose up, but died down suddenly as Spark stomped her foot to the ground. Usually, she walked around bare foot- as most furs tended to. Not tonight. Tonight, she was wearing a pair of black high heels and when she stomped her foot, the "CLACK" It made, echoed madly in the room like a deafening explosion. The crowd went dead silent, and Sparkle pointed her finger off into the darkness. That's when another spotlight appeared, exposing Sharon.

The mouse was tied to a small table, bent at the waist at one end, her paws and arms outstretched, tied to the side of the other end. Above her wildly swung her pink, naked tail that whipped about and lashed at the air, as the mouse struggled in vain to pull herself free. The crowd ooo'ed softly while the wolf walked over to the mouse and stood next to the table, glaring down at her. The mouse glanced up, huffed, and spat at the floor before opening her mouth to scream. Nothing happened.

"Our dear Sharon here, is going to be punished for her deeds tonight. Not only has she attempted to rob me of my beautiful club, but she's been attempting to send me to hell. Naught girl, Sharon. Naughty girl." The wolf hissed quietly. She produced- from seemingly nowhere, a small purple box, the size one would keep jewelry in, like a ring. She grinned and held it up for the audience to see, keeping it in view of the mouse at all times.

"This. Is Sharon's voice. Say something to the crowd, Sharon." The wolf explained and even though the mouse opened her mouth, shut it and tried to make words not a single sound escaped her lips. Not even a squeak.

"Now give it a shot." Sparkle chuckled and flipped open the top of the box. For a moment, there was quiet, before a startled, strangled voice began to speak- emitting from the box itself.

"W, what have you done to me?! What is this?! THIS IS WITCHCRAFT!" The box screamed- before it was shut, and silenced. It was then, when Sparkle lost her cool- just for a second and grasped Sharon by her hair and yanked upwards, so she could peer into her eyes.

"THAT'S RIGHT SHARON! I'M A WITCH! I'M A WITCH WITH POWERS THAT DON'T AT ALL FIT INTO YOUR RELIGIOUS BELIEFS. DOES THAT MEAN YOUR GOING TO BURN ME AT THE STAKE? DUNK ME UNDER WATER? THROW ME OFF A CLIFF? YOU IGNORANT, SELF-SERVING, CLOSE-MINDED, MURDEROUS LITTLE TRAMP!!" The wolf hollered, her eyes blazing with anger- but it passed. It all passed, and Spark let Sharon's head go, and gave a deep sigh. She turned towards the audience again and gave her most fiendish, wolfish grin.

"Ladies and Gentlefurs! Tonight, and tonight only, I plan to show you magic. Real.. Life.. Magic! I'm not talking about those silly little parlor tricks! No flowers, no sawing people in half, no pulling SHIT, out of STUPID HATS! No, boys and girls! I plan to show you, the deepest, darkest, horrid spells I know. I am gonna curse this little tramp, and teach her who the fuck she's dealing with!" The wolf snarled- but there was no clapping from the audience. No cheering, no hollers. Everyone just watched.

The wolf forced a grin, and twitched the table around, exposing the other end of Sharon to the audience. The tight blue jeans she was wearing with the twitching, wiggling tail above it. The wolf snickered softly, and cleared her throat. Now presented to the audience was a small, firm little set of bubbly cheeks, clad in tight, blue denim. With the box sitting on the table, there were no squeaks or curses or yelps from the mouse, as Sparkle fondled the upturned bottom in front of her, roaming her fuzzy fingers along the twin swells of rump that wiggled gently under her touch. She teased her fingers up and down the crease of her behind, pressing at the denim, squeezing and pinching where she chose, and finally stood up, grinning at the audience. Again, another item was conjured, this time a small, wooden paddle, which she held in her paws firmly. It was a thick paddle, heavy wood, small in nature, but strong in delivery. This particular paddle had become Sparkle's all time favorite, and not for the design (Hearts. There were four heart shaped cuts into four separate places on the paddle ) But for the small inscription at the base- which read: Board of Education. A gift for Spark, from Daelyn. Sparkle grinned at the audience, and opened the box.

Sharon didn't have long to protest, or ask what was going on, or to deliver threats, before the first heavy crack of the paddle was delivered across her poor, vulnerable rear end. CRACK! The blow hit sharply, forcing a loud YELP from the box. Spark drew the paddle back and let it strike a second time, the wood whistling though the air, before it came in contact with the firm, rounded swells of mouse butt that quivered a few moments after the blow. This spanking was for punishment- it wasn't meant for arousal, or pleasure, like Spark's usual technique, but it was for pure, unmentionable pain. The blow's came one after another after another. WHAP! A blow struck her left cheek followed by a firm SMACK across her right. WHAM, both cheeks at once. CRACK, just under the tail. WRRAP! Just inches from her privates. The wolf growled, turned her head towards the audience, looked at them a moment, before she turned back towards the mouse. She dug her fingers firmly, into the waist band of those jeans, and gave a firm, angry yank- and suddenly, bright white panties were mooning the audience.

"How does that feel, Sharon? Little breezy here?" No frills, no ruffles, no skimp? Really.. No fun at all, are you?" The wolf growled, as she noticed how very plain and store bought the panties were. When she didn't receive a word from the box, the wolf grinned.

"Ooooo, I see! Not going to give me the satisfaction of a response, are you? Going to keep quiet and try to maintain a little dignity?! HUH?" The wolf hollered, and grasped the waistband of the panties firmly in her fingers.

But if Sharon thought Sparkle was going to pull them down, to expose her bare bottom to an audience- she was sorely mistaken. The wolf tugged as hard as she could, forcing the panties UP into the hot valley of mouse rump that lay hidden behind the fabric, and the squeak that came out of that mouse echoed across the room- followed by chuckles and strings of laughter from the audience.

"Ahhh... Made a sound after all, didn't you? Didn't expect that, huh?" Sparkle laughed, twisting and turning the table for a moment, to show off Sharon's wedgie. This was remedied, however by another tug of those panties, and now that they were down, Sharon's bare bottom was exposed to the room. The twin cheeks were much smaller then Sparkle usually appreciated. No padding at all really just a round set of bright white rumpcheeks, that were begging for attention. Very firm, perfectly rounded, with a thin crevice in-between hiding the tight, pink pucker inside. The wolf grinned, kneeling down so that her hot breath plastered the mouse's naked behind.

"Well, good thing you're a clean mousie, ain't it?" The wolf asked a moment, and before the box could ask or even make a sound, the wolf grasped both furred cheeks, and spread them lewdly, exposing the tight, pink tailhole to the audience watching. Another echoing squeak filled the room.

"That's right. Everyone have a nice long look at this mouse's most intimate privates. Do you like this, Sharon? I'm completely exposing you to deviants of all sorts. They can see everything and are probably going to go home and masturbate to this very image I'm presenting to them." She whispered with a fiendish grin- and even though the mouse didn't reply, Sparkle took a great satisfaction, in the deep crimson shaded blush that was etched helplessly over the mouse's cheeks.

Grinning, Sparkle resumed, reaching back with the paddle, she brought it down squarely across both rounded cheeks of the mouse's poor, vulnerable upturned tush. WHAP! And suddenly, there were two, bright white heart colored marks across the mouse's bottom. One on both cheeks, which seemed to glow as the rest of her alabaster hiney shifted to a bright shade of angry red. Again and again and again, the paddle crashed into the bare bum, sending the cheeks jostling about in a bouncy dance of wobbly spanked goodness, which was only repeated time and time again. Sparkle lifted her paw high, dainty, delicate fingers squeezed at the rubber grip, and in a sharp arc, she brought the paddle down across the twin, quivering cheeks with an echoing, brilliant explosion! A searing shock of pain rose from the mouse's backside, but the hearts- still bright white, remained completely untouched, still glowing with perfect pristine condition. The witch was an expert in what she did- aiming her blows with grace, hitting every available spot OTHER then the hearts that were exposed. The wolf grinned viciously, running a single finger around the hearts, ignoring the whines and whimpers from the mouse, as her bruised behind was touched. The wolf grinned, stood up again and licked her lips, arching her paw around. WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP! A volley of intense, powerful blows rained. Again and again, dark red, heated fur crashed into the hot paddle and now with every blow, a sharp squeak burst from the open box next sitting on the table, followed by helpless sobs.

"I think that's enough for now!" Sparkle suddenly called out, much to the crowds disappointment. With that, the wolf spun about sharply on her heel, and turned and walked off stage, leaving Sharon and her bare butt completely exposed to the audience. The mouse gave a slow wiggle against the table, which only provided the crowd with two dancing, bare bottom cheeks to peer at. After a few minutes of helpless struggling the mouse gave up, and slumped across the table with a quiet sigh. She had to get free somehow. She had to figure out a way to break the bonds holding her and get herself somewhere safe. She knew it was risky coming to the home of the devil herself, but she didn't know HOW risky. She bit her lower lip, shook her head to get rid of the tears and steeled herself for whatever the wolf had in store for her next. Maybe she could talk her way out. Explain that God wouldn't approve of what was going on, and she could get the crowd on her side. Maybe that would work! Maybe someone in the crowd had a shred of decency and would come to her aid and...the wolf had returned. Sparkle was walking out onto the stage, and Sharon desperately tried to call out to someone. Anyone- for some help. Nothing doing. No luck whatsoever. Her voice disappeared into the heavy cheers and lewd cat calls from the audience as the wolf drew closer and closer. Why were they hollering? No one could hear her pleas with all these screams- she cursed herself for waiting so long to ask for help. And then- to Sharon's ultimate horror- Sparkle closed the box.

Now there was no hope for escape. No one to save her now. Nothing she could do but struggle and twist about, helpless in her grasp. Why?! Why would God allow this to happen to her?! WHY?!

There was silence- and Sharon's eyes- bright red from crying so hard from the abuse to her bottom- widened considerably, when she felt warm, wet fingers press firmly against her most private privates. Moving. The table was moving until she found herself presented sideways to the audience. When she felt Sparkle's paws grasping her hips and abused buttocks, she gave a brief struggle, but couldn't move. Suddenly, something else, warm, and pleasant pressed against her cunny, and the crowd seemed to love it.

"MMMm, Sharon, you taste so very sweet..."The wolf mumbled, just loud enough for the rodent to hear, she tried to squeak, and squirmed as the tongue began to worm into her insides, washing over the hot, sweet folds of her tight little cunny.

"Oooo, very tight. This one is fresh...haven't even ...OH! No hymen...someone's been a naughty girl...a fit of passion, perhaps? Not as pure as you'd like to think, hmm?" The wolf growled increasing the mouse's anger tenfold. How DARE she tell such a secret to a crowd of perfect strangers!! HOW DARE SHE!!! The licking continued, the tongue working in small, wet circles, sloshing about gently along her inner folds, and Sharon had no choice but to curl her toes and wriggle. It felt good. No denying it. No matter how hard she wanted to cry out, and argue against it- in the back of her head she was being drawn towards an orgasm. She wiggled, her bottom twitching and jiggling for the audience, but the wolf kept licking. Her tongue was so soft and skillful. She knew exactly what she was doing to bring her closer and closer to the point of no return.

"And babe, lemme tell ya, no one can lick a girl- like another girl can." She whispered, and reached a paw over, opening the box, to Sharon's ultimate delight. Her mind instantly switched to her escape plan- but was interrupted when Sparkle's tongue teased just over the nub of the mouse girl's clit. It was like someone lit off fireworks inside of her head. Hot, explosive fireworks that made her dizzy with an pleasure so very intense- she passed out. She came.

She came to in the same spot, still in front of the audience, but now twisted about, so she faced them with her face, instead of her behind.

"Sharon...can you hear me?" Sparkle whispered. Sharon blinked twice, looking at the sea of faces in front of her, and then the wolf, who was kneeling next to her.

"You just came in front of an audience who watched, and video taped the entire thing. How do you feel?" The wolf asked with a cheeky grin- and was rewarded with a glob of spit in her left eye. Spark stood up, stretched and looked the mouse over.

The lights dimmed. Everything went dark, and suddenly the only thing that was illuminated, was the wolf's face, as she stood in front of the mouse and the audience. Sharon's eyes raced desperately around for some chance of hope, and stopped when she noticed it- the box was still open...

"S, somebody...somebody stop her...please..." Sharon squeaked out- but no one moved. Her voice was so hoarse and hard to use- but she had to try. But before another word could escape her mouth- Sparkle, that horrid witch whom all this started with- began to chant.

A naughty mouse, I have right here

Whom's life based on hate and fear

(Somebody...please stop her..)

A curse I think, would help her see

The error of such an enemy

(Let me ...somebody, m, make her stop)

With each new verse a brand new curse

And verse the first, will be the worst.

(Help...)

And the first curse, I place upon your head.

Won't be undone, until you're dead.

The curse of "LUST" Now put in place

A horrid torture, you will taste

(Stop her! Somebody!! She's crazy!! )

The need will grow, with every night

To tease yourself to your heart's delight

(W, what's happening to me?!)

To which you find, my second curse,

Is a verse much worse then the first

(Oh...Oh someone help...)

A curse of AGONY I place,

For satisfaction, you'll NEVER taste.

Toy or finger, lover or thumb

I guarantee, you'll never cum

(n, No..)

But try you will, each day and night

To ease the stress of a pitiful plight.

And to be you now, must- REALLY suck,

Cause honey- you've just been FUCKED!!!

The wolf screamed that very last part- and that's when the lights dimmed, flickered, and went out. Just for a moment- and engulfed as she was in darkness- Sharon could still see Sparkle's shining, grinning image, taunting her, teasing her....cursing her.

Sharon woke up with a start, gasping for breath as if she were a fish out of water. Her clothing and her bed were soaked with sweat, not to mention she was fairly damp herself in other places. She looked around for a moment, sighed deeply, and let her body collapses into the bed with a wet SCLUREP sound. It took a moment of relief to hit, before she rolled out of bed, closed her eyes, and sighed deeply as she made her way towards the bathroom. A dream. She'd been considering blowing up the Beautiful Twilight building for almost a month now, and it had apparently gotten to her. She laughed quietly. Slipping the silk pajama's she wore to the ground, she bent over the tub, and started the shower with a sigh.

She froze in place as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eyes widened.

On her round, small butt cheeks, were two hearts. Both deep red- the same shade of her bottom in that dream but as if someone had reversed the colors. That horrible, horrible dream.

It was real.

The end?