An Altar Truly Sanctified.
WARNING: This story contains desecration of Christian holy sites and iconography. If this will offend you, DO NOT read further.
An Altar Truly Sanctified.
"Excellent sermon, Father."
"Inspiring as always."
"Always a pleasure to hear you speak, Father."
"Why, thank you."
"I'm touched you feel that way."
"The pleasure is all mine."
The raccoon thanked his congregation for their attendance. Resplendent in his clerical vestments, he made sure to engage each and every member of his flock as they departed the small stone church.
As the last patron filed out, his deacon assistant approached, the harried hare glancing at his watch. "We're all done for today, Father. There's just one young lady still inside."
"You seem rushed, do you have an appointment to keep?"
The hare exhaled in frustration, rubbing his temples. "I have to pick up my son, then run my daughter over to the other side of town, then drop in to see my wife. Whatever happened to Sunday being the day of rest?"
The raccoon laughed. "Well, go on then. I can close up."
"Thanks, Father," the hare said in relief as he left the church. The raccoon nodded his farewell, closing the thick, heavy door behind the hare. The priest returned to the main body of the church, mildly curious about the young lady awaiting him.
As the Raccoon walked down the nave*, he saw a young goat girl standing in quiet meditation before the large white marble altar. She turned to face him as he approached.
"Please, don't let me disturb you," he said as he looked over the young female Boer goat.
Like many goats, her body leaned towards short and pudgy. Her head was coved in reddish brown fur with a thick strip of white down the centrer of her face. The rest of her body was sheathed in pure white fur. Large, brown floppy ears swayed gently on either side of her head and two small blunt horns curved backward atop her head. She wore a black, below-the-knee pleated skirt and a red, low-cut cotton sweater which clung to her buxom form. A small golden cross hung from a tiny chain just above her soft, white-furred cleavage.
"Oh, Father, your sermon was wonderful!" She smiled at him warmly, placing one dainty hoof over her heart.
He returned her smile. "Why, thank you. It's always good to see young adults so engaged with their faith. New members of my flock are always welcome. Now, is there something I can help you with?"
"Not really father. I was just enjoying the tranquillity, the calmness of the church."
"The house of God has offered solace to many. But it does not always have to be a place of quiet contemplation. I believe that faith is as much about enjoying the gifts that God gave us as it is about contemplating them."
"Oh, I know, Father. You did stress a love and brightness for life in your sermon today, that's why I I think I will enjoy coming to church every Sunday."
"Thank you. I do attempt to remind my flock that we were put on this earth to engage and embrace creation, not just admire it."
"Do you really mean what you said today, Father?" The goat took a small step toward the raccoon. Her delicate scent entered his nose as she looked up at him with her large, soft eyes. "About the greatest compliment you can pay to the good Lord being appreciation, almost an indulgence in life and its many pleasures?"
The raccoon coughed nervously. Her closeness and the somewhat personal view he now had of her cleavage provoked an urge within him that was entirely mortal in nature. "Not quite how I would put it, but you have the essence of it." he said, desperately trying not to leer.
"But there are so many things to enjoy, Father. How does one select a way to praise God? There are warm sunny days, wholesome meals, good company ..." She place one small hoof on his arm.
"Well, it's not a competition. However and wherever you want, you can praise the Lord. Within reason, of course."
"Of course," she said, the disappointment almost palpable in her voice as she stepped away from him.
"Not that I think you would ever act without reason." He hurriedly added, stepping up to her. "In fact, some of the most powerful acts of appreciation can be very ... personal in nature, and quite reasonable."
Her soft, brown eyes looked up at him again, her quiet voice trembling. "Really, Father?"
"Why, yes," he replied, lowering his voice almost to a whisper. "I fervently believe that some of the best ways to praise creation, and thus the good Lord, include a solid bond between two individuals and all that entails." He placed his paw on her shoulder, slowly sliding it downward. He heard her inhale sharply as she trembled under his touch. "...Such as a lovers' embrace," he continued. His paw traveled down her body, coming to rest on her ample rump. Her huge, loving eyes continued to gaze up into his as he leaned down, bending his muzzle down to one of her large ears. "or the fulfilment of each others' desires," he whispered.
"These things please the Lord?" her quiet voiced asked hopefully.
"I have absolutely no doubt." His other paw cupped her chin, pulling her muzzle upward towards his own as he looked deep into her eyes. "Would you like to praise the Lord?"
"Yes, Father, praising the Lord with you would be ... wonderful," she whispered. The goat felt a tremble of excitement as the knowledge of a fantasy soon to be fulfilled washed over her.
He leaned into her, taking her muzzle in his. The embrace was slow and deliberate. The goat murred softly, her eyes becoming lidded as the raccoon lavished attention on her soft lips. He emitted a deep murr as his paws explored her willing body, sliding firmly down her flanks before caressing her rump and lower back, her short tail twitching under his touch. He felt her soft breasts and the warmth of her body as she pressed into him, drawing a spike of forbidden desire. The two spent a timeless moment locked in embrace before the priest finally pulled away from the goat girl.
"Oh, Father, praise the Lord in any way you want to," the goat seductively said, allowing her lustful intention to show on her face.
"However I want?" the raccoon asked, sliding his paws down her back to rest once more on her rump, feeling her tail flick upright at his touch. She nodded, pressing herself into him as she bit lightly down on one dainty knuckle.
The priest released a small, feral growl. The goat meeped suddenly as she was lifted off her hind hooves, the stronger male carrying her backward, her plump rear coming to rest atop the cold marble altar. The raccoon inhaled over the goat before him, the scents of their arousal mingling in the still church air. He placed a paw over her knee, pushing it slowly upward under her skirt. He was rewarded with a soft inhalation as he felt the warmth of her body, his rough pawpads moving up her soft inner leg.
The feeling of the raccoon's pawpads gliding over the soft flesh of her inner thigh with such perverted intentions sent another shock of desire up the goat's spine. She felt herself becoming aroused, the results of her current state of mind becoming ever more apparent between her legs.
Reaching the goats hip, deep in the warm confines under her skirt, the tips of the raccoon's paws felt the silken material of her panties. He gently traced a single digit down it's hem between her legs, feeling the material damp with her need. The goat quivered slightly at the feather-light contact, his slowly stroking digit caressing her most private of places felt so dirty and wrong, yet so very very right. He continued to finger her through the material of the panties as his other paw joined the lewd action under her skirt.
The goat girl moaned softy as she leaned back, beginning to pant in lust as she felt him hook into the panties, drawing them downward. His paws reappeared from under her skirt, pulling the red underwear over her legs.
As the panties fell away from her, the goat picked up the rim of her skirt, slowly peeling it upward. The raccoon hummed softly in approval, mezmerised, eyes transfixed on the slowly revealing white-furred legs. The goat felt her heart accelerate as she withdrew her own skirt. She knew she was rapidly approaching a line she had been told to never cross, about to expose herself to her preacher. She willingly flew over that line with with unabashed haste.
The raccoon breathed deeply as the black skirt receded. The smell coming off the goat was delicious. It screamed wanton desire, a state of mind reflected in her face and actions and shared by the raccoon. The goat gave a small shiver as the cold air of the stone church invaded her, the skirt finally revealing her wet and needy sex.
The knowledge that she was so lewdly exposing herself to the priest sent a shot of forbidden pleasure into her body. His own carnal desire was evident as he leaned into her bare legs and sex, running his paws over her soft legs once more. He hovered over her, examining her engorged organ closely. It glistened with moisture, the hot, puffy lips seeming to quake ever so slightly, inviting attention, while the pink underside of her tail sat flat against her skirt, twitching. The goat girl instinctively widened her legs as she placed a hoof on the raccoons head, pushing him downward.
"Praise the Lord." she whispered down at him.
"I intend to," he returned as he made contact with her swollen petals.
A feminine moan echoed around the stone church as the raccoon's textured tongue touched her wet slit. It rolled over her sensitive lips, parting the labia and delving into her vulva as it trawled upward. His slow ascent reached the top of her moist sex, where his tongue danced around her sensitive clitoris. With an agility only a tongue could provide, he circled the pleasure nub again and again without making contact before descending down her slit more more, his actions causing a steady rhythm of soft groans of pleasure from the goat girl. She tilted her horned head back, muzzle agape and eyes half lidded as she felt the warm mist of sexual pleasure envelop her mind.
The dull rumbling of pleasure rolling over the goat spiked as his hot organ finally bathed her clitoris in moist heat. He massaged her pleasure nub with the flat of his tongue, the textured organ grinding into her over and over, forcing a beat of soft bleats from the goat. Moving down again, be pushed his way into her. Her nether lips parted before his onslaught as he forced his hot tongue into her vulva. Waves of sexual bliss buffeted the goat as the raccoon's tongue worked its way around her increasingly soaked sex, wet with his saliva and her own fluids.
Her taste was incredible. It pooled in his muzzle, bathing his tongue in her sexual juices. It spoke directly to his brain, telling of rutting and dirty, unbridled mating. The liquid essence of the goat's desire drove the raccoon into a frenzy of lust. His mind was overcome with a desire to extract the maximum amount of pleasure from the goat. He increased his tempo, delving deeper and deeper into the goat's wet, needy entrance.
The goat's cries of passion increased in pitch as he placed his paws on either side of her entrance. He parted her outer lips, giving him better access to her warm depths. His hot tongue penetrated her, slithering deeper and deeper. The goat's hind-hooves hanging off the edge of the altar curled in pleasure as her body was wracked with ecstasy.
The raccoon pushed his tongue, buried deep inside the goat, upward. He released a low, deep growl, forcing his jaws to vibrate over, and inside, the goat's sex. The goat's body shuddered as searing pleasure shot into her, every sensitive nerve in her flower stimulated at once. He felt her tail spasm under his chin as the goat lost herself in sexual energy, pulling him onto her as she ground his muzzle into her needy sex.
Her vocalizations of bliss reached an almost desperate pitch and frequency as he thrust his tongue in and out of her, the prehensile organ caressing her inner walls better than any penis could. Every lunge of his tongue was joined by a throaty growl, vibrating through her sex. The stimulation shot echoes of pure pleasure through the goat's body. The squirming goat felt her climax quickly approaching under the merciless assault of the raccoon's tongue.
"I ... I'm going to cum ... if you don't ... stop ..." she panted before another shriek of pleasure tore from her muzzle as the hot tongue once more speared into her. Her statement seemed to do nothing but increase the raccoon's determination.
With his apparent lack of objection, the goat let herself become utterly consumed by the wave of sexual euphoria that rose inside her. Orgasm slammed into the squirming goat. Intense pleasure washed over her, pouring into every nerve and muscle. She heard her loud moans of release echo around the church as wave after wave of pure ecstasy burst over her body.
The raccoon felt the shuddering goat's spasming vaginal muscles grip his tongue. He joyfully lapped up the resultant cascade of fluid that bathed his muzzle, drinking her essence as she quivered around him, gripping his head tightly. As the goat floated down from her sexual high, she finally released his head, allowing the panting raccoon to stand.
The euphoria he had just given the goat had risen his own arousal to a fevered pitch. The Raccoon lifted his vestments, revealing his own throbbing need. He felt his own peak tantalizingly close, despite the lack of stimulation. He had intended to finish himself, but the panting goat girl shifted onto her side, now lying along the edge of the altar. She beckoned him closer.
Stepping forward, he moaned as she grasped his member in her hooves. Already so close to climax, her small hooves running up and down his length threatened to provoke his release as she pulled him towards her waiting muzzle.
He shuddered as a hot, moist and textured ruminant tongue lapped at his engorged head. A sharp inhalation drew the scent of the goat into his nostrils. He detected distinct layers to her incredible aroma. Her personal, identifying scent, pleasant and available to anyone who met the female goat. Far more powerful, the scent of her desire and sexual demands, normally reserved for lovers. Most wonderful of all, the strong, potent signal of her utter satisfaction. More than anything else, the reek of her orgasm pushed him closer to his own.
The tongue lathering his sensitive head shot pleasure into his body, tipping him over the edge. With a feral moan he felt himself reach a powerful peak, his cock jerking in the goat's muzzle. The sudden movement freed the erect member from the goat's lose hold. As the raccoon's body convolved with release, his free member ejaculated over the goat again and again. Thick strings of white cum lanced onto her muzzle, coating her in his seed. His cum dripped down onto her chest, the sexual fluid splattering over the small golden cross that hung under her neck.
The goat lay upon the altar, an expression of complete contentment across her face as the last waves of orgasmic bliss faded away. One leg dangled off the altar, forgotten panties still damp with a need now sated hanging off the ankle. Her clothing was in a state of utter dishevelment, the black skirt hiked up over her belly, exposing her wet sex. The swollen lips leaked fluid, a thick mixture of raccoon saliva and feminine juices. It mattered the fur of her groin and the pink underside of her tail, pooling on the surface of the altar between her legs. Her slow heaves rhythmically rose her ample bosom, the small golden cross crowning her breasts cemented to her fur by rapidly drying globs of thick cum. Her soft brown eyes looked up at him, her muzzle slightly agape. His thick seed still dripping off the cum-streaked fur around her mouth, quickly becoming sticky with his drying ejaculate.
"I think I'm going to enjoy joining your congregation, Father." Said the breathless goat.
"I think I'm going to enjoy that too." He replied.
Far above, God looked down on the rutting pair, a divine hand pleasuring a divine organ. A single thought floated to the top of its infinite mind. 'Lust: BEST. IDEA. EVER.'
* Nave: the nave is the central approach to the high altar, the main body of the church.
///////
This story was edited by hyenakona. A million thanks!