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Rouka was in a small, featureless chamber adjacent to the large temple hall. There was no furniture, no splendor, not even a single chair to sit down and rest one's legs, just two temple servants busy dressing her in a simple white robe with golden embroidery. In itself a mundane task in a dull room, but this was the beginning of the most important ceremony in her entire life. The white cat had become a servant of the Temple of Life almost two decades ago. Back then, it had granted her young self some much-needed stability. Over time, her work had grown on her. After serving for a decade as a servant, she had become an aspirant, a job including new duties and perks. However, today, that second phase would end too. Now, she would finally become a priestess of life.

It was quite ironic that she got dressed for the ordination. She would only wear this robe for the first few minutes, then her new body servant would come and undress her again. If she had been in charge of the rules, she would've simply skipped that step, but tradition mandated it as it signified her final reveal to the world in her new position. She gave up everything, even her clothes, to serve life itself. Not that she wore clothes in her everyday life anyway, so she didn't mind.

The largest holdup right now was getting the robe over her gigantic belly. As a servant of life, she was basically a glorified breeder for the general public. In everyday life, females just had no time to get pregnant. As such, their mates came to her temple to impregnate one of the servants, in exchange for an appropriate donation of course. The temple took care of much of the work associated with children. They gave birth to the offspring, and lead them through the first three years of their life. Afterward, they either returned to their parents, or to one of the many adoptive families that wished for a child but couldn't have one naturally, such as same-sex couples.

Rouka's job was very straightforward. Every day, she worked in the temple, assisted people in need, or nurtured the many children born by her and the others. Most of the time, she was pregnant too. Given her petite size, she preferred to mother the offspring of smaller species, ferrets, otters, cats, or foxes. But once in a while, she had to take care of one of the larger citizens and bear their offspring. Currently, she was utterly filled with two foals, almost ready for birth. Their father had been a large draft stallion, a farmhand working in the rural outskirts of Akara. Living in a commune of male-only workers, he had always wished to father children, and she had been selected to become the vessel for his foals. The night with the burly worker had been a singular pleasure, but the consequences were literally massive. One foal was a lot to deal with, but two? Her gargantuan belly was an impediment in her daily life, but she had to admit that it made her look like a real fertility goddess.

A third servant, a fox, entered the room and gave her a sign. "The high priestess has prepared the ceremony. You may join as soon as you are dressed, Rouka."

The cat nodded. "That would be now." After fumbling around with her dress for a perceived eternity, the two other servants finally stepped back to give her free. She took a deep breath and took her first step. The servant in the door patiently waited for her to join him, then he guided her through a bare hallway connecting the dressing room and the temple hall. He walked slowly enough for her to keep up with him. Her gravid belly was an ever-present weight and pressure. Even such a short walk was enough to make her sweat and huff like a steam engine. Luckily, she wouldn't need to walk much during the ceremony. Her role was mainly... passive.

The entrance to the temple hall came closer. The bright light of magically infused lanterns poured into the dim passageway and countless voices murmured in the distance. The murmuring swelled when she finally reached the hall and emerged right in the center. Cheers and gasps accompanied her reveal. For a moment, the illumination and the bright interior blinded her. Everything was painted white, the visitor ranks, the walls, the pillars, the decorations, the furniture, the ceiling, and the floor. Once her eyes adapted to her dazzling surroundings, she recognized features she had seen countless times before. She stood on an elevated platform, surrounded by four massive pillars, one in each corner. There was a wide, knee-high altar with a hole in the center next to her, a pedestal with several golden chalices and bowls in a corner, and the temple's high priestess, a sheep in a robe like hers, standing on a lectern. Her superior encouraged her with a warm smile. Then Rouka looked at the ranks and into the faces of hundreds or maybe even thousands of people. They all had come to attend and celebrate her ordination. Her heart was pounding, her ears fell flat, and her tail quivered as the attention and eyes of the masses focused on her. This was both the most exhilarating and most stressful moment in her entire life.

"Let us welcome Rouka, our faithful aspirant who seeks to become a priestess today," the high priestess's solemn and powerful voice echoed through the temple. From one moment to the next, the murmur subsided, and the people fell quiet in awe. The tension in the air grew as the ceremony finally began. "She has served our temple with her body and her wit for nineteen cycles, brought life to the seed of fifteen males, and is willing to become a proper priestess of life. However, before I promote you, dear Rouka, you must show me your worthiness. You will do so with your new body servant, a male you picked to assist you with your duties." The head priestess turned and called upon a figure waiting behind a pillar next to her. "Anko, your mother Rouka has picked you to be her body servant. Do you accept your new duty and do you vow to tie yourself to her until either of you draws their last breath?"

"Yes, I accept her with all my heart and body," a young, male voice replied. Rouka's excitement grew even more when she heard her own son. Moments later, he stepped out of the pillar's shadow and approached her with an exhilarated smile. His father had been an otter, the first male she had served, but he was a cat, just like her. A slender and elegant feline with shining white fur, curious blue eyes, and a cute pink nose. He tried to remain calm and solemn, but he was too young and excitable to stay calm. His eyes sparkled, his whiskers twitched, and he trembled with overflowing excitement. Unlike her, he wore only what nature had given him, all exposed and nothing hidden, including his rock-hard erection.

Anko approached her, wrapped his arms around her hips, and gave her a brief kiss. His lips moved, whispering only for her to hear, "I love you, mom."

"I love you too, my sweetheart."

Together, they waited for the next step of the ceremony. "Rouka, in order to prove your worth, you must demonstrate your vigor and passion to serve the temple. You will do so with the aid of your new body servant. After three preparations, he shall service you for an entire hour without rest. Only when you complete this trial, you may call yourself a priestess of life. Tell me, are you ready to perform this feat?"

"Yes, I am ready to share my body with my servant."

The first time she had heard about this ceremony, she had considered the trial to be impossible. Almost no creature was able to have sex for one hour straight. However, one of the preparations was drinking a concoction brewed and supplied by the Congregation of Life's alchemists that boosted the libido and improved the stamina, allowing for hugely extended fun times. It wasn't cheap of course.

"Anko, please assist the aspirant with the first preparation."

Her son nodded, picked up one of the golden goblets from the pedestal, and handed it to her. He assisted her even further, gently pressing it against her lips and gifting her a sip. The incredibly sweet fluid ran into her mouth. Every spot it reached began to tingle and warm up, but she didn't swallow it yet. With bloated cheeks, she waited for her son to remove the goblet and set it down. They exchanged affectionate glances, both smiling raptly before he tenderly wrapped his arms around her and embraced her. He moved a paw up her back and on her head to pull her into a deep kiss. It was all part of the ceremony, but the emotions were genuine. Rouka felt a stronger surge of warmth coursing through her body and seizing her mind. At that moment, the world consisted only of her and him. There were no spectators, no temple, no high priestess, just burning love between mother and son. She parted her lips and shared a mouthful of love potion with the person that meant everything to her.

The first gush of liquid poured from her mouth into his, but only a single drop of the pink liquid escaped their kiss and went to waste. They swallowed in unison. Rouka sighed as the potion ran into her stomach and filled her entire body with magical warmth. Technically, the preparation was over, but no regulation mandated the kiss to end. Without expensive fluids to worry about, they embraced each other with much more passion. Their tongues embraced, and she tasted him with relish. She felt his paws on her body, exploring her gravid appearance. He groped her breasts, heavy and swollen with milk, and stroked her gigantic belly, an unmistakable symbol of her duty and fertility.

The high priestess watched them with a delighted smirk. Their kiss should've been over by now. However, it wasn't the first time a couple of aspirants got carried away with their kiss. It was usually a good sign for their future together. After allowing them to indulge each other for a few more moments, she continued the ceremony. "You have completed the first preparation. Now, Anko, please assist the aspirant with the second preparation. Unveil the priestess's body to the world."

For his next task, Anko had to break the kiss because he had to help his mother undress. Getting on his knees, he grabbed the seams of her robe and slowly lifted it up, dragging it over her gravid belly and over her head, removing it with a final firm tug to reveal her naked body. The unveiling before the masses made Rouka tremble with excitement and embarrassment in equal shares. Being nude around strangers was nothing new to her. The cat spent most of her day wearing nothing but her fur, but this situation was different. Thousands of eyes were leering at her. She heard their brazen, shameless lust when an excited murmur rippled through the ranks. She saw them move and knew that some of them had just begun to masturbate to her reveal. However, there was nothing she could do about it. It was actually an integral part of her ordination. The masses were explicitly encouraged to enjoy their time and jerk off to the soon-to-be priestess.

Still, seeing dozens, if not hundreds, of males and even females masturbating to her body was intense.

"See her stand before you, admire her pristine body, and celebrate the revelation of her true shape. Lend yourself a paw or share it with your neighbor, for Rouka, aspirant of the temple, is to become a priestess of life. There is only one more preparation before the trial. Please, Anko, if you would be so kind."

For the last part, her son walked to the altar and lay on his back. This time, Rouka took the lead. She climbed over him, squatted over him, and very carefully took a seat, resting her heavy butt on his face. The last preparation was already part of the fun. It was plain and simple anilingus, which was indispensable for the imminent hour of non-stop anal. A gasp escaped her lips when Anko welcomed her anus with a kiss and began his ministrations. She felt his tongue on her ring, teasing her with a few aimless strokes before he sluggishly got to work, digging into her rear. It wasn't his first time, but he was still fairly inexperienced. But what he lacked in experience, he more than made up for in vigor. And as his vigor swelled, so did her moans. Her son even extended his affections to her swollen belly, stroking and petting the stretched skin and glowing fur.

Rouka's arousal bloomed and flourished. Her son's licks and the potion's effects worked together to strip away her natural inhibitions, degrading and voiding any embarrassment she felt. Controlled by her rising lust, her paws wandered on her lactating breasts. She cupped them, groped them, rubbed at her nipples, and finally gripped them to release some of her milky load with savoring strokes. Streams of milk squirted through the air and splattered across the altar. A mindless, almost silly grin emerged on her face as her eyes wandered through the ranks. More and more people succumbed to her erotic display, giving in to their carnal desires. Their grunts and sighs filled the halls of the temple. Moments ago, this shameless reaction had stunned and irritated her, now it made her proud. They masturbated and fornicated because of her!

Just like the nameless masses, Anko enjoyed himself with slippery grunts and huffs. His pink member was hard and throbbing in joyful anticipation of the pleasures to come. Hadn't it been for her gargantuan belly, Rouka would have leaned forward and lent her son a helping paw. However, immobilized by the swelling of life, there wasn't much she could do except enjoy the thorough licking while milking herself to entertain the raving masses.

The male ended the final preparation with a gentle smack on her derriere, as he couldn't speak with his face full. Rouka raised her rump with a contented sigh, gave him free, and slowly bent over. As she dropped on all fours, her gravid belly slipped right into the recess in the center of the altar, a notch designed for this purpose. There were even padded slots for her paws and legs, so she would be perfectly comfortable on the otherwise smooth stone surface. She seized the moment to relax and brace herself for the coming ordeal. The calm before an unparalleled storm of exuberant lust and pleasures.

"The preparations are complete, the trial may begin. Anko, you may now initiate the trial. It starts with your first thrust and ends at my behest," the high priestess announced.

The young feline squeaked with excitement and knelt down behind his mother. He grabbed her ass with one paw and guided his erection to her pucker with his other one. A mutual shiver ran through the partners when his tip poked her wet entrance. The poke turned into a push, and Rouka relaxed her sphincter to welcome him. Her initial gasp swelled into a lustful moan when he pushed it deeper and deeper. It was actually their first time together, which made the moment even more special. The reason behind it was laughably simple. Only recently, he had reached adulthood, and only a few weeks ago, they had found together after years of separation. Their reunion had sparked a love stronger than a simple bond between mother and son.

While she would've loved to share their first time with a proper mating, taking his dick up her pussy, there existed a rule against it. After all, they weren't just mother and son, they were first and foremost servants of the temple. Her pussy belonged to the males wanting to procreate, and not to her body servant. This rule was actually the reason why so many aspiring priestesses selected their own sons as their body servants. However, times had changed. While the rule still applied at all public events she attended, no one would ask her to obey it in private. Inspiration for later. For now, she just enjoyed the anal dicking she got and didn't worry about anything else. It definitely helped that the potion finally unfolded its full effect, clouding the minds of her and her son alike and guiding them in a sexual trance.

One last time, the voice of the high priestess echoed through the halls. "The trial has begun, and every male willing to contribute to the celebration is invited to add his donation to the budding priestess. Let the semen flow, let the lust guide you, and come together in lust, love, and life." The foreplay was over, the fun part had begun.

Rouka relaxed in Anko's grip, letting him claim her body however he liked. Right now, she was nothing more than a vessel for his cock, a toy for him to play with, and he took full advantage of his position. His paws wandered up her sides as he bent forward, seizing even more control over her. His thrusts picked up speed, and he mounted her even faster. She moaned and quivered as she felt the raw strength of his youth. A blissful smile slipped on her lips, and she opened her mind to fully embrace the pleasure.

Overwhelmed by his mother's tight ass, Anko stood no chance. After less than two minutes, he already reached his first orgasm. A lusty grunt emerged from his lips, his grip became a little tighter and his thrusts even harder. Driven by his peaking lust, he took every bit of pleasure he could get while filling her with his hot load. Spurt by spurt, his semen flowed into her rear, diffusing into a wet, warm feeling deep inside her. Soon, Rouka followed her son and came with a lewd cry, her body shaking and her holes convulsing. A squirt of her juices squirted from her achingly empty pussy and splashed against his legs, staining his fur with her scent. This orgasm wouldn't be the only one, neither for him nor for her, it was the first of many more to come. What would've been the end of the act in most other circumstances, was now barely even an issue. Invigorated by the potion, the young male didn't need to stop thrusting and recuperate, he just kept going as hard and fast as before.

When her first climax faded and her mind cleared, Rouka noticed that she had gotten company. Several males of all species, ages, and sizes had gathered around her in a half-circle. Some of them were huge rams, stags, and stallions with bulging muscles and towering bodies, construction workers and farmhands stroking their massive, flared cocks, ready to shower her with a rich load from their bloated nuts. Some of them were big wolves, bears, and wolverines with glossy pelts and menacing appearance, guards and warriors jerking their swollen, unsheathed dicks. And between them, the many, many smaller folk, each vigorously pumping their erection. All of them united in the same goal, donating their seed to her.

They huffed and grunted with shameless lust as they wanked to her body and her face. While they weren't allowed to touch her, nobody could stop them from fantasizing, and they were allowed to talk. Rouka heard their voices as they chattered, some under their breath, others with less restraint, and a few even addressing her directly. They complimented her body, praised her plump ass, her heavy tits, and her gravid belly. They lusted after her holes, desired to fuck her throat, breed her pussy, or replace her son and mount her ass. They called her a beautiful goddess and a cock-hungry slut, a breeder, and a fuck toy. None of these males ever laid a single paw on her, but their words affected her just as much. Their wanton comments and remarks made her feel desired. Their lewd, lecherous stares filled her with a new kind of excitement, firing her up in her lust-ridden trance.

Finally, the first of the nameless voyeurs broke through the raunchy murmur and initiated the shower. It was a fellow feline, a tabby cat. He stepped out of the line and rubbed himself over the edge. His face scrunched up, he mewled with desperate need and spurted a few ropes of sticky semen over her face. Rouka opened her muzzle and licked over her lips, catching some of the dripping cum and swallowing it with a savoring gulp. The spell was broken, their nuts were ripe and ready. The feline hadn't yet left her when another male stepped forward, adding even more ropes of seed to her face.

The next two males, a ram and a reindeer, didn't even approach her and simply blasted her from afar. These powerful hunks had so much to give, they didn't just stop at her face. Spurt after spurt, they shot their cum over her tits, her belly, and her back. While they were still busy, two more males joined the mess, and soon, as another orgasm claimed her, she lost track of the males entirely. There were just too many scents, flavors, and faces. They just came, added their warm nut to her dripping, drenched body, and left. Sometimes five came on her at once, sometimes only a single male emptied his load on her, but there was never a pause, the cum shower just went on and on, turning the snowy white of her fur into a muddier, messier shade of cream. Meanwhile, her son ceaselessly worked on her ass, pounding her with unspent enthusiasm and pumping load after load deep into her rear. Each cumshot by itself wasn't very big, but one by one they soon added up inside her, swelling her swollen belly even further.

While she was busy receiving countless loads, the atmosphere in the temple tipped into crazed debauchery. Whenever Rouka gazed across the ranks and observed the spectacle, she saw males and females thrown together, mating, breeding, and fucking each other in one gigantic orgy. The obscene noises of sex echoed through the halls, creating a lewd symphony of lust. Even some of the males standing in line to have their turn were caught up in the maelstrom of sex. Overwhelmed by their own arousal, they couldn't wait and turned to each other instead. As they coupled up, the altar and center of the temple became the gayest part of the orgy. Dozens of males just expressing their lust with impassioned grunts and moans as they pumped their dicks into their brethren and wasted their precious seed. Not that it mattered. There were still enough potent males to keep her cum shower going.

Rouka was oddly proud of herself. She had been the one who had ignited this bonfire of lechery! An almost unbelievable thought. Her boundless lust skyrocketed as orgasm after orgasm washed through her mind, and the feline turned into a moaning, sweaty wreck. Everything was wet and warm, yet she never felt discomfort, only lust. Driven to clearly insane levels of libido, she and her son just fucked on and on. Minutes passed, time lost its meaning, and it all turned into a dreamlike haze of sex and lust. The only rhythm that still dominated her life was Anko's incessant, ceaseless pounding.

Suddenly, a clear voice tore through the raunchy cacophony of sex. The only person who still stood above the raving orgy, the high priestess herself, announced, "An hour has passed and our new priestess Rouka has proven herself." A distinct rumoring ran through the ranks as the people briefly interrupted their merry lovemaking to celebrate the accomplishment. However, the target of their cheering hardly even noticed it. The gravid feline was too enthralled by her own circumstance to care.

The realization only came to her when her constant orgasmic high faded. First, the males stopped cumming on her. One by one they finished their work while no one new joined the fun. Then Anko let his reddened, raw cock plop out of her gaping hole. She looked around and wondered why everybody was leaving her. The high priestess stepped in front of her. With a proud smile, the sheep told her, "Congratulations, Rouka, you've done it! You've become a priestess of life. Now, I'm sure you'd love to continue, but you should let your body rest."

Rouka groaned with disappointment. She didn't want it to end now, but part of her realized that her superior was right. She was heavily pregnant with two foals, now wasn't the time to get completely wasted in an hours-long orgy. However, while the wondrous potion numbed and protected her body, its sedating effect also immobilized her. Further weakened by her countless climaxes, her limbs refused to lift her voluptuous body, her tail hung down like a cooked noodle, and her gravid belly kept her pinned in the center of the altar. One person stepped out of the crowd and came to her aid. It was the muscle-bound ram from the very beginning of her sperm shower. With combined strength, he and Anko grabbed her under her arms and slowly heaved her out of the recess. Step by step, they guided the dripping, battered priestess down from the platform and into the hallway, assisting her all the way back to the dressing room.

The noises of the orgy faded, the overbearing odor of sweating, mating bodies vanished, and the sweltering heat was gone. Her mind cleared from the effects of the aphrodisiac, and she laughed with relief when she finally realized that she had become a real priestess. When they entered the dressing room, she noticed that someone had provided a chair for her to sit on. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she slumped down on the wooden piece of furniture and came to rest. Facing the ram, she uttered, "Thank you, sir. I probably wouldn't have made it to this room without your kind help."

"Oh, you are more than welcome, priestess. As it was my right to make my contribution, it is my duty to assist you whenever you need it," the ram responded. After giving her a quick bow, he turned around and exited the room. Now it was just her and her son. Away from the overwhelming ceremony and obscene orgy, they finally found a moment to talk in silence.

"What do you think of the ceremony, Anko?"

"Not going to lie, it was both the most fun and the most stress I ever had in my entire life."

"Fun while it lasted, but wouldn't want to do it again, right?"

"Pretty much, yes."

"Well, you're lucky. Won't do that one ever again, now that I'm a priestess."

"I know! I'm so incredibly proud of you, mom!"

"Thank you, that means a lot to me. Now, come here and let me show you how much I love you."

He blushed, and his ears twitched, then he went to her and gave her a big hug, not even caring about the mess dripping down her body. "Yes, I love you too, mom." The ceremony had stoked the fires of their love, and it burnt stronger than ever before. Rouka gently guided his head into a kiss, but they didn't do much more. She would've loved to indulge Anko further, but after an hour of sex, their power was drained. They were both exhausted and ready to spend a nice evening relaxing in the temple's baths. Besides, tomorrow was as good a day as any. Once he was eager and receptive again, she would show him a few more lewd tricks in a less public setting. Duty and love tied them together, and they would forever remain side by side as mother and son, priestess and servant, lovers.