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“Would you at least consider a church space for the wedding? You haven’t even looked at any! Where have you looked? Why are you so against a church wedding? I mean, the least you can do is go and look and think about it!” The woman’s voice rose, gaining volume as her passion increased. Her eyes were fixed, almost in a glare at her son’s face, ensuring he couldn’t zone out of the conversation without her watchful gaze catching him.

“Because why would an atheist and anti-theist look at a church? Huh?” Nick thought, mentally retorting, but trapping the thoughts within the confines of his mouth. Crossed in front of his chest, his arms tightened.

“You don’t have to make the ceremony religious, but churches are where you have weddings! Your whole family will be there-” she continued, narrowing her gaze further, almost administering an acquisition. She didn’t say it aloud, but her tone said it for her: “Your family will be there, how dare you make us look bad by rebelling against our values? Won’t you feel ashamed?

“No, they won’t” Nick thought spitefully, silently knowing that their intimate guest list did not include the entire extended family his mother was thinking of.

“The cathedral, downtown, is one of the most popular locations for a wedding! Why won’t you just look?” Now she put on her ‘hurt’ face, piling on the guilt as though he was doing this to her.

Nick internally groaned, letting himself zone out away from the droning sound of his mother’s nagging voice. In the midst of all their wedding planning as they struggled to balance all of their preferences and interests into one event, on top of it he had to deal with outside opinions of people who felt they knew better or that they had some say in an event that had nothing to do with them. Part of him considered going off, spewing out his usual thoughts about how his religious views were unlined with theirs and all the nagging in the world wouldn’t change that. But, the other part of him was daydreaming about the swordfish Skye and him were having for lunch as soon as he could escape.

“Nick? Nick, are you even listening to me?” He blinked, suddenly realizing that the tirade had entered the demand stage. He bobbed his head, meeting her eyes. “I’m listening, Mother.”

“Did you hear what I said? I made you a reservation for this afternoon to tour the downtown cathedral location.”

“Why did you do that? We’ve already said we’re not having the wedding in a church. Seriously?”

“Well, I thought you could just look at it. It’s a beautiful building-”

“Whether or not you abuse me into giving in, Skye does not want to have her wedding in a church. This is our wedding, you understand that?” Nick puffed up, finding without her “my house” traction, these conversations went a bit faster. She was down a weapon. He started towards the door, shaking his head.

“Yes, but it’d be rude to stand up the tour reservation. Can you just go and look? I’m sure Skye won’t mind.” She put on her wounded face, instantly trying to get him with guilt. He paused halfway across the kitchen, turning back to her. Then, Nick groaned, rolling his head back against his shoulders before he threw up his hands. “You know what? Fine. We’ll go to your tour, so then when I tell you no, maybe you’ll listen to me.”

******

“Okay so, this morning I heard back from Kathy from the flower shop and I talked to someone named Beth about the invitations-” Skye took in a long breath, “Since we have the afternoon, I figured we could go look over the design of those?”

Nick swallowed, suddenly chewing his fish slower than ever before he gave a slow shake of his head. “About that free afternoon...”

Skye fixed her gaze at him, instantly raising both brows in an expectant, silent: “What did you do?”

“Well, you know how I stopped by home before lunch to get that box of letters and ticket stubs I had forgotten there when I moved out?” Nick asked, slowly trying to avoid arriving to the part where he told her what he’d agreed to.

“Yes?”

“My mother was awake.”

“Dear God-”

“And she wanted to know how the planning was going and had we picked a place yet and why we didn’t like a church for the location-” Nick rambled off the plot line of the conversation, voice entering that droning stage of ‘we’ve done this before.’

Skye waved her hand, “Come on. Spit it out. What did you do?”

Nick flinched, but he spat out the words. “I agreed to tour a church this afternoon.”

The red panda gave a low groan. Her hand rubbed up over her head, rubbing through the thick puff of her loose hair. “What a splendous waste of time!” She shook her head, letting out a long stream of air from pursed lips. “I knew I should have run to your house!”

“Just because my mother might be scared of you does not mean this is my fault!” Nick held up his hands defensively, chuckling slightly. “Come on, we’ll just go, walk around, and then leave. Then I’ll have a defense in the future because we tried it out.”

“Like that would actually work!” Skye chuckled, but she smiled at him. “Guess that settles what we’re doing then-” She paused, wagging a finger at him. “You know you’re going to have to make this up to me, right?”

Nick nodded, smiling across the table at the red panda. Momentarily, he was amazed with her patience with all this. All the planning, the flood of opinions from any relative who wanted to shove their nose in, and all the obstacles and puzzles to mapping out their wedding day she still just smiled and laughed through it. Even today, over top of destroyed, clinging denim shorts she wore a slouching grey sweatshirt that read: “Feel My Sweatshirt: That’s wife material.” Every step she remained positive, joking, just enjoying the ride; he couldn’t imagine it going better.

“I promise I will make it up to you somehow.”

“Brownies work-” As they stood, she held out her hand only to bump her hips into his once they began to head out side by side. “Though you’re pretty creative, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

******

“Hello, Mister and Missus-” The greeting deacon gave a small nod of greeting when he first opened the side entry door, where they housed the organizing offices for things like meeting with the couples who often held weddings within the walls of the elaborate cathedral, but when he actually laid eyes on the couple in front of him he actually stumbled over his words and lost the train of thought. Instead, he just stared at them a bit aghast at the sight of Nick’s casual, slouchy shorts and his t-shirt reading, “And then Satan said ‘Put the alphabet in math’” and Skye’s worn, teeny shorts. His eyes actually went from Nick’s exposed knees, up to the word “Satan” on his shirt, but then back to Skye’s tiny shorts, that left a long stream of her long, curvy legs exposed beneath them.

“Uh. Welcome!” he said instead, giving a small cough. The red panda and the human briefly met eyes, but then they both put on their smiles, “Hello!” The man gave an awkward cough before he waved his hand forward, “Typically, we like to sit down with couples before they possibly rent a space so we can get to know them and their relationship with each other and God. Before we settle in, can I get either of you a drink?”

“No, thank you.” They both agreed, silently trying to calculate how long this ‘tour’ was going to take. One by one, they all filed into an intimate, old-fashioned office with a massive, imposing Oak desk centered in the middle of the room behind which the elderly man sat.

“So, tell me about your first meeting-”

“Well, she worked at Gamestop.”

“And you were one of my regulars.”

“I thought you were just the prettiest girl I’d ever seen” Nick smiled, looking over at the red panda. No matter how against this tour he was, he didn’t want to be utterly rude, and the question did bring back a flood of memories. All the anxiety he’d felt building up to that first moment of courage, the crushing rejection, and the maddening adrenalin when she called him back to the store.

“He asked me out, but I was engaged.”

With a little cough, the holy man interrupted. “You were engaged previously?”

“Yes, but we broke it off when I met Nick.”

The man’s expression furrowed, judging and attempting to decipher this couple in front of him. “Why don’t we move onto my next question. Do you have many common interests and things you do together?”

“Oh yeah. Call of Duty, Destiny, any gaming, really-”

“Walking, going out-”

“Tabletop games-”

“Working together-”

“You work together as well as spend free time together? How has it been spending so much time as a couple?” he interjected.

“Well, we are basically never apart. Living and working together-” Nick smiled, grabbing for the girl’s hand with a little squeeze. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“You live together before the holy matrimony?”

They both just nodded, leaving the man no choice but to simply continue, though the interview really didn’t look up from there. Each question had him confused, not understanding their high-tech, modern, non-religious life style. It was clear, to everyone, that there was no reason for that couple to be in that church for their special day.

At last, at least an hour later, the uncomfortable interview ended with the deacon standing and clasping his hands together. “Would you like a guided tour through our church hall or would you rather just wander through at your leisure?”

“We can... just walk alone, let you get back to your work.” Skye flashed him a warm smile, squeezing onto Nick’s hand. The man nodded, pointed them in the direction of the main hall of the cathedral, and bid them farewell.

“How long do we have to walk around before we can leave?” Skye hissed into Nick’s ear as soon as the deacon had begun to walk away. He chuckled, but shrugged as they started to meander into the main room. “Let’s just walk up through it so it looks like we toured around and then leave. Plus, I’m sure my mother will drill me about details, I have to at least see it all for that-”

Walking into the main section, the architecture instantly became more elaborate than the added office space. Huge, upward arches lined the pews. Lighting hung down in the center point of each of the arches while light poured into a blue toned stained glass window dropped in the backdrop of the altar at the front. They slowly walked along the center aisle.

Skye, suddenly giving a twirl so she walked backwards in front of Nick with a playful grin playing over her lips. “Can you imagine me walking down this aisle?” She put her hands firmly in front of her stomach, as though she was holding a bouquet while she hummed the infamous song.

They reached the end of the aisle and she paused, puckering her lips. “Could you imagine waiting here? Kissing me?” Nick grinned, curling an arm around her waist and pulling her tightly to him. His hand spread out over her lower back, rubbing at her muscles through her thin sweatshirt. “I can imagine myself kissing you anywhere.”

Skye curled her lips up into a playful pout, “Oh? Really? Anywhere?” Her lashes dipped down, veiling her gaze behind the dark curtain of their volume. He saw it instantly, the spark lighting up within the warm, melting chocolate of her deep eyes. She started to walk slower, emphasizing the way her hips swung side to side. Nick’s eyes tracked her movements, eyeing the natural curve of her wide hips as her feet shuffled backwards and moved up up towards the altar space. Then, she slowly turned so that he could see the motion of her ass as it sashayed side to side.

Her thick tail swung up towards her shoulder, revealing that actual curvature of her ass hugged inside the skinny denim of her shorts. When her leg lifted, stepping over the height of the altar rail, he saw the underside of her asscheeks actually peek out from beneath the high-rising hem. His eyes swam from her long hair, so rich and bright in its red hues down to her bare legs with that deepening brown of her lower legs looking almost stocking-like from behind.

Then, juxtaposed in front of her, was the rounded altar space. Steps led up to the actual, physical altar. Golden, ornate decor surrounded the entire space while candles flickered on either end of the altar. The smooth, white stone of the altar was the purest color while the columns were aged and yellowed so that the clean, illuminated altar seemed to glow up from its centered location.

Nick pressed his lips together, breathing out a heavy sigh through his nose as he felt his pants tightening. The way she walked, teasing him with the simple, sensual motion of her form here of all places. He knew, based on that look in her eyes, that this wasn’t an accident.

She paused, just as she began up the stairs towards the altar, and looked over one shoulder. Her eyes peeked out from the veil of her red hair and thick lashes with a shy, sultry expression while her tail arched out away from her body, letting her body stay on display. Her little shorts rode up higher, showing off that underside curve of her ass cheeks.

Nick bit at his lip before he followed up after her. “You need to knock that off-” he murmured, keeping his voice hushed low. She fluttered her lashes, biting at her plump lips. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean! We’re in a church!”

“Doesn’t that make it better?” Her eyes perked up, flashing that bright, playful, devious sparkle again. She looked around, spinning slowly to look at all the arches, the ornate crosses hung all around them, and then to the massive altar right behind them both. “Doesn’t it seem like... the perfect place?” She stalked towards the altar. Bending over at the waist, pushing her ass out towards him, she ran her hands over the smooth surface of the altar. “It’s supportive... It’s huge...” She glanced back over one shoulder, fluttering her lashes coyly while her pulled one leg up the altar.

“Skye!” Nick gasped out, glancing instinctively over his shoulder as though he expected the deacon to have snuck back into spy on them.

“Oh come on! What’s he going to do even if he does catch us? He’d pray for us, Nick!” She shifted slightly, straightening her legs back down, side by side and ankle to ankle before she actually undid the button of her shorts.

She winked at him, then she began to shimmy the shorts down the curvature of her juicy ass. Nick’s eyes went wide, flicking from the increasingly revealed shape of her butt, out to the edges of the church, to the door, and then back through it again. Inch by inch, she revealed the butt-side of her panties. Recently, throughout the planning, she rewarded herself with each successful task hammered out with another pair of white or ‘bridal’ panties. Today’s were a sheer, white base, covered in speckled white polka dots over the see-through main fabric. But, in the center, right over her rump was a heart detailed, ruched decoration in the center of the rump.

With the sheer fabric, the fur of her ass showed through. On top of it, the white seemed to perfectly match the altar that she was bent against. Her shorts made the final push off of her ass completely before she started to wiggle her barely-covered rump towards him. “Do I look like a virginal sacrifice?”

Nick groaned, checking the door again anxiously before he gave a small nod. Her fingers started to slide along underneath the upper edge of the panties themselves until she reached the far edge, giving the smallest motion down. “Do you want to... pierce me? Isn’t that how these sacrifices work?” She almost giggled, pressing her lips together in a dopey smile to keep from totally ruining her play.

Then, in a slow motion sweep, the panties dropped down with her shorts. Her bare chestnut-brown fur showed without the panties, then peeking out between her thighs, was the pink of her lower lips. Nick bit at his lip, watching as she slowly bent herself over the altar table and spread her legs wide.

The smooth curvature of her ass thrust backwards, perfectly bouncy and rounded framed around the little pudge of her lower lips. With her legs spread, the shape of her mound showed between her thighs. The smooth, wet slit of her sex peeked out, just barely, hidden in the vague shadow of her inner thighs.

Then, her hands stretched back, spreading her ass cheeks even further so Nick could see all of her sex plainly and spread wide. Her fingers spread out over the meat of her ass, grabbing into the squish of her rump before pulling them apart. As they pulled apart, her lower lips pulled away from each other. The pink of her sex was glistening, sparkling with the wetness of her own excitement while the tight pucker of her rump peeked out from beneath the base of her tail.

When Nick didn’t even move, Skye flicked her tail out towards him. “Are you just going to stare at me? Or are you going to come be a sinner?”

Nick took one more, frightened, glance over his shoulder towards the hall where they’d last seen the holy man, but his hands were already at the button of his shorts. They shucked open, yanking his underwear out of the way before his cock sprung free. Instantly, a tingling sensation ran down his spine as he remembered once more where they were, how wrong this was.

Then, his hands found Skye’s hips. He grabbed into the soft squish of her sides, holding tight to her before his hips shifted and ground his tip up the length of her slit. “Mmm, is that a yes?” Skye whined out, softly while her ass ground back into him. Nick bobbed his head, slightly before he thrust forward. As his tip pierced between her lower lips, spreading her out around him, they both muffled soft, whining moans into their lips.

“You know, this is possibly the worst thing we’ve ever done.” Nick muttered, bending over Skye’s form and pushing her down into the smooth, cool surface of the altar beneath her. He could see, over her shoulder, how her breasts mashed into the solid surface even beneath her slouchy sweater.

Skye could whimpered out another moan before she nodded and pushed her ass firmly back against him, shoving his tip deeper into her. “Make it worse and fuck me harder then-”

Nick swallowed, feeling his cock throb at the words before he even tightened his grasp, but then, once his fingers were buried into the natural handle of her hips; he started to pound her. His hands hooked right into that curve of her body, using their placement to pull her into every thrust he made forward. The table provided the perfect support, letting him push harder into her. Her legs spread wide, he was able to watch himself from above. The sight of his own shaft, feeding down into the heat of her drooling sex almost had him forgetting that a giant statue of Jesus watched them from the second balcony. The sight of the pure white of the altar as a backdrop for the girl’s rich chocolate and copper fur only added to it, forcing her colors to pop out against a virginal background.

The entire thing felt.... Wrong, like it was certainly not allowed. Nick groaned, trying to memorize the sight for later, though his mind wasn’t functioning very solidly as the girl’s sex clutched around him. Skye’s sex actually went so tight he struggled to push into her, having to throw his hips into every thrust with a slap of their bodies meeting. Skye gasped, starting to huff out her little, mewling whines. She looked back at him, eyes wide before her fingers curled up into her lips, muffling the noise.

Nick pressed his lips together, focused on keeping silent though they couldn’t muffle the slap of their bodies that echoed in the high-ceiling-ed room. It created a morphed echo of their noise that seemed to harmonize throughout the entire space. Nick stared down at her ass, shifting his hands to grab onto the meat of her sex. His fingers clutched onto the juicy flesh, spreading her open wider to peer down at the hot, fleshy pink of her pussy and the tight, clamped hole of her rump perfectly aligned in front of him. His tip shoved deeper into her, dragging down against her walls.

“Faster, Nick. Fuck me faster” she whined out, glancing back at him with her mouth partially open, huffing out muffled moans. He held onto her tighter, trying to send his hips faster into each of their thrusts. Her entire body jerked forward with every thrust, jostling into the hard surface of the altar. Her hands crawled forward, grabbing for the opposite edge of the altar to cling to it, trying to steady her body. The entire look, of her stretched forward, only furthered the look of her virginal sacrificial fuck. Nick smacked his groin into her ass harder, feeling how to clamp down tighter and tighter. Her body was milking him, almost begging him to cum already.

“N-nick!” she groaned out faintly, keeping her voice at a low whisper, but it still echoed out through the massive room. Nick almost groaned, grabbing her ass harder and driving himself into her. Skye started to push her ass backwards, bouncing back into his thrusts. Every thrust pierced her deeper, grinding down into the sensitive flesh of her inner walls.

Then, they heard the distant click-clack of footsteps echoing out from some fringe balcony of the room. Skye squeezed herself harder around Nick’s shaft, forcing her ass backwards on him. “Cum for me” she hissed, low in a sultry, breathy, almost gaspy tone. “Nick, cum for me- Now.” Her body started to tremble. He forced another one, two, three thrusts before he felt Skye cum. Her walls contracted and spasmed madly around him, quickly forcing out his own orgasm.

Rope after rope of cum streamed out into the girl, oozing along the curves of her insides before he hurriedly yanked backwards, hiding himself still drooling into his pants while Skye bent over to shimmy her shorts and panties back up before she hugged around him, pointing up at the ceiling. “Oh wow, look at that detailing!” she said loudly, meeting his eyes with a huge, quarter-sized stare before they burst into giggles.

“Did we do that?” Nick hissed out, sheepishly starting to shuffle the red panda back down the aisle and hurriedly out.

Skye leaned into his throat, kissing his cheek softly before she whispered out in her still rough voice. “Baby, the oozing mess in my panties tells me we most certainly did.”

Nick rolled his eyes back at that imagery, silently miming a moan before he murmured, “Oh God!”

Skye just smirked, “Exactly.”

******

Later that night, after the pair had finally made it back home, Nick’s phone suddenly began to scream out it’s telltale ring tone. He picked up, mumbling a hello.

“Oh! You picked up for once! How was the tour?”

“What? Mom?” Nick stammered, taken aside by her sudden call.

“How’d you like the tour? How’d Skye like it? Did you actually give it a chance? What do you think of it for the wedding?”

“You know what, Mom. We did rather like it. You could almost say how much we liked it was sinful.”