To Worship A God
Short gift story for a fellow poster on another forum using randomly generated fursonas. I'm drunk and I started this at 3AM Eastern, 4/26/16.
glossy white peacock. it wears a crop top with the word OATMEAL in all caps. it worships the moon. (M) [Alfred]
glossy black hyena. it is an internet famous scene queen. it wears incredibly large and impractical sunglasses. (H) [Druscilla]
holy sheep. it is a knife collector. it is a knife collector. (F) [Z]
Whoops that was uh...weirder than I meant it to get.
"P-please get that knife away from there..." Alfred breathes out nervously. Druscilla pushes his head back down, forcing him to resume the blowjob, while Z traces the blade of a knife lightly around the base of his cock beneath his skirt. She grins at his hesitance.
"I'm a god, don't you know? You'll be okay if you just keep going down on her." The ewe grins, an expression unsettling in consideration of her purported holiness. Druscilla laughs, and thrusts his hips up against Alfred, forcing her cock deeper into his mouth and throat.
"See? She said you'll be fine. I don't know where you found her, but isn't trying new things fun?" Alfred grumbles around the erection in his beak and glares up at Druscilla, though still notably nervous as he feels the cold metal trace over the delicate skin of his member.
"Mmmmm...that's right. Your friend has the right idea. Now, just hold as still as you can, this will get very fun." With one paw, she begins to stroke Alfred's cock slowly, pressing and dragging the edge of the knife against it as firmly as she knows won't break the skin. Alfred audibly whimpers, but holds still, his erection throbbing lightly as she strokes it. Alfred pulls back up from Druscilla's cock.
"I'm just really not sure about this. I mean, would you want a knife against your clit?" Z laughs heartily, and nicks the base of his erection enough to just draw blood.
"That's a stupid question. Your friend is wet enough now, don't you think? I think you two deserve to partake in my holiness now." Alfred breathes a sigh of relief, shaking a little bit. Z removes the large silk shawl that had functioned as her vestment, her full body suggestive of fertility. She pushes Alfred onto his back, holding his erection in her paw, stroking it and coating it with his blood as she grins down at him, mounting him. "A god needs her blood tribute, after all." She makes eye contact with Druscilla, and licks her lips. "Sit on your friend's face before he says more stupid things." Druscilla laughs and obliges.
"The deeper we get into this, the more I think I like you. Alright Alfred, it's time for you to eat me." Z's face turns to a delighted grin at the phrasing, and she begins to settle herself down onto Alfred's erection, pushing down onto it easily due to his blood and her own arousal. At the same time, Druscilla kneels down over Alfred's beak, rubbing the pussy lips beneath her erection against it. Begrudgingly, Alfred closes his eyes and begins to rub his beak against his friend's wetness, reaching up to stroke her cock. He moans out as he feels Z almost implausibly hot around him. Z leans over to begin to take Druscilla's cock into her mouth, working it wetly and deeply. "Ohhh fuck, you two." Her hips buck a bit at the simultaneous stimulation. Z grins around the herm's meat in her mouth, and drags her teeth against it lightly as she sucks, then pulls it out of her mouth.
"You know, I think if your friend can handle a tiny little nick, you might be able to, too. After all, isn't this fun?" She reaches down beneath herself, bringing herself just off of Alfred enough to stroke his erection, coated in his blood and her fluids, his formerly pristine white feathers now bloody around his crotch. She pushes back down onto him fully, causing him to arch his back and moan out, and she brings her paw up to lick the mixture off, maintaining lustful eye contact with Druscilla. The hyena, for the first time, looks nervous.
"Ah...well...I mean, what did you say you're the god of, again? Isn't making a blood tribute kind of a big thing? I mean, I just want to know I'm not causing the end of the world here or anything." Z laughs heartily, ending her laughter with a smirk. Regardless of Druscilla's hesitance, she reaches for another knife, dragging the blade lightly against the underside of the large member in front of her face, suckling lightly on the head.
"It's something very important. You should consider yourself lucky. Your friend doesn't have any regrets about this. Isn't that right? I can say with all certainty that this is the best he's ever had." She works her hips down against him, his moans against Druscilla's netherlips doing nothing to deny the claim. "See? And I know you think this is hot, too. Just one little nick, child." Before Druscilla can react, the knife's edge cuts a quick nick into the underside, which begins trickling blood immediately, though slowly. Z pushes her head down fully against the hyena's crotch, the thick cock fully in her mouth and throat. She pulls back from it, stroking it quickly as she sucks and licks it, lapping the blood from the wound with particular fervor.
"Nfff...fuck...I can't argue with that, I guess..." Druscilla moans out as she's given oral on both fronts, and she closes her eyes, reaching up to rub over and squeeze her breasts. She grinds down on Alfred's beak and tongue, and pushes against Z's mouth as she works her cock. Once again, she feels the light scraping of Z's teeth on her shaft again, though differently. Far less dully. "Hey, can you stop that, I'm not sure if I like teeth..." She opens her eyes and looks down at Z. She does not scream as she does so, but not for lack of trying.
Looking down upon the self-identified god, she sees the goat's previously pristine wool coated in dried and rotten-smelling blood. Z grins up at Druscilla, mouth full of sharp teeth, black so deep that they seem to reflect no light, which the room now lacks completely, Z's aura being the room's only source of light. "Aren't you having fun? He is." Z pushes herself down against Alfred, his body seeming to slowly sink up into her form, completely unaware and seemingly enthralled in pleasure. Druscilla tries to scream in horror, to stand up, to run away, looking desperately around her for anything that isn't complete darkness. As she turns back to Z, the god has further changed. Eyes have covered her face, and her girth has grown despite seeming to be an imperceptible hole in existence. Alfred's upper body lays on the ground beneath the two of them. Druscilla collapses from the sight, and Z grins widely. "What was it you said? 'Time for you to eat me'? Don't mind if I do."