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There had been a blizzard advisory all day, and for good reason! Sister Mary couldn't barely see but a few feet out the church windows and the howling wind rattled the building with every powerful gust! But it was an income of much needed moisture, a gift from God even if most of the city couldn't see it. Not that anyone could see much of anything in snow that wild.

Everyone had gone home that morning after service, but Sister Mary elected to stay behind and tidy the church up as much as she could. It was either that or go home and tidy up the convent, whose sewer pipes had frozen the night before and burst. No, this was much preferred. And much less work, as well!

She'd cleaned up the modest church in a matter of only a few hours. Not that she had many other options. She couldn't leave, so cleaning it was! When she'd finished, she stood beside the altar with her hands on her hips and breathed a gentle sigh. It was a good thing to stand back and see the fruits of one's labors.

Sister Mary dusted her hands off and glanced down at her black habit. There was a good deal of dust covering her curves. Usually, her supple bust and wide hips weren't too accented in a loose black robe but with the dust covering it, the light could dance over the fabric and better hint at what had been a deep temptation for everyone around her in high school.

She brushed the dust and the memories away and went to retrieve her bowl of tomato soup she'd left on the heater in the office to warm up. She dipped her finger into the orange liquid then stuck it in her mouth to lick the warm liquid away. Not quite hot, but it was working better than she expected! She licked her lips gaily and glanced about for her bible. She'd get a little reading done while she waited.

A heavy knock on the front doors made her jump. She pressed a hand to her chest to calm her nerves and looked toward the front of the chapel. Someone was outside!? She hiked her habit up and ran to the front door. As she dropped her black robes into place, she wretched the door open and cried out loudly over the sudden deafening howl of the wind.

"Quick! Come inside!"

After the tall figure rushed past her, she forced the door shut with a grunt and locked it, as if to keep the weather out of The Lord's House. "What were you doing out in the blizz-..."

When she turned around, she saw a tall white furred horse brushing the snow away from himself. His muscled body shivered and shook and Sister Mary's heart ached. True, she felt conflicted that a furry was there, but he looked so miserable!

It was no lie that the church 'officially' denounced the treatment of furries, but they had a habit of turning a blind eye to their suffering. Just like the Jews in World War II, or the blacks in the sixties. Which was fine with Mary. She'd had her share of fun with the furries in high school. She tortured them as much as anyone. Shoot, on a bet in ninth grade, she'd had sex with a bunny boy.

The bet was between she and her best friend Cynthia. She had said people and furries weren't compatible matches. Cynthia said they were. So they made a bet, a simple one. They'd both have sex with furries and see who was right.

As it turns out, Cynthia was right. Sister Mary's family was poor and couldn't afford an abortion, so she'd carried the bunny baby to term then left it out on the street. She felt a little guilty at first when she had made the decision to give the baby up like that, so she left it in an alley she knew was frequented by other furries and sure enough, it was gone the following morning when she walked by on the way to school.

Her guilt, among quite a few other things, had led her into the life of a nun after high school. But that disgust with furries she'd lived with all her life was hard to shake.

But he looked so miserable!

"Um, please come in. Come over by the heater and warm up!" She set her hand at the small of his hard back. The contact made her hiss and jerk her hand back. He was as cold as ice! Again she set her hand upon him and urged him down the aisle between the pews toward the heater in a room off to the side of the main chapel.

When they came to the heater, the big horse man knelt down and huddled against the heater with a shaking breath. Sister Mary's heart broke all over again. Sure, he wasn't a 'people', but she couldn't in good conscience wish the blizzard's bite on anything!

"There, get warmed up! The Lord will not turn you away from this place." Lucky for him.

He nodded and lifted the most intense blue eyes Sister Mary had ever seen. "Th-thank you..." he stammered.

She smiled and gave a nod then took her bowl. It was hot now, she decided. She settled herself into a chair nearby and started to eat. She gave a start when she realized the horse man was staring at her. She stared right back with wide green eyes and licked her lips nervously.

"Is everything okay, mister horse?" she asked and set the bowl on the desk top beside her.

"Yes. I'm feeling much warmer already. It's just..." The horse averted his eyes to stare at the floor instead. "My name is Stephen."

A moment later his eyes lifted, but she realized he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at her bowl.

She glanced between he and the bowl then took it up and held it out to him hesitantly. They were supposed to give freely of themselves to the less fortunate. It was their mandate, part of their covenant with The Lord. But she desperately wanted to throw her head back and swallow all of it instead.

Stephen nodded and scampered over to her. He took the bowl in his white furred hands and did just that! He tipped the bowl back and swallowed the entire thing in three large gulps. He licked his lips and gave a pleasant moan as he stared at the empty bowl and then his ears perked.

His shivering stopped and he lifted his blue hues to her again. "I'm sorry... I just haven't eaten in four days..." He hung his head and held the bowl out to her.

Sister Mary's heart broke all over again. He was starving and freezing! But he didn't look like he was so meager as he should have on four days without food. She took the bowl back and set it on the desk once again.

"Four days? What about the charity house? Or... or restaurant dumpsters?" The idea of wading through garbage for a meal revolted her, but she'd seen furries dumpster-diving for supper often enough.

"I am not a street rat," Stephen said with an undignified huff. "Normally I can earn my meals, but it seems my services are the last thing people want in exchange for a hot cup of soup this week." He carefully sat on the floor before her and hugged a knee to his chest. The other leg stretched out right toward her as he faced where she sat. "Except you. Since you've given me shelter and food, I'm yours for the night, it seems."

"Your services? What is it you do?" Her mind caught up a moment later and she blushed furiously. "Oh... Never mind, I think I know." She gave a sheepish smile and shook her head. "You don't have to-..." Her eyes dropped down to the dark fur of his groin and her jaw hit the floor.

They're like grapefruits! She thought. And look at that! How does it fit in anyone!? His growing penis was enormous! Twice as large as the bunny boy she'd slept with in her freshman year! And it was still getting bigger! _Much_bigger! By the time it was fully erect, the black tool throbbed against his broad chest.

She jumped and gave a surprised squeak when Stephen took her hand. She quickly averted her eyes. She stuttered and stammered as she tried to regain her composure. She barely noticed that Stephen had stood up until he took her other hand. She turned to face him again and was met face-to-face with his dark orbs and throbbing shaft.

She froze and stared in shock as he pulled her to her feet. Her eyes followed the entire length of the tool up to his unflared tip that throbbed at about eye-level and oozed a generous amount of pre-cum down his hard shaft.

She barely heard him say "I have never not earned a meal," somewhere far away. She numbly followed his urging hands and sat back on the desk without question. She was in far too much shock at the enormous tool. If he earned his meals with services, that narrowed the options down really quick and her brain couldn't quite process how something so large could fit in anyone!

Her vision swam and she felt her back press against the top of the mostly bare desk. She stared dumbly up at the ceiling and as sense began to return to her, she wondered how she got there.

She felt her habit being drawn up, revealing her bare legs to the open air. She blinked in surprise and lifted her head to stare at Stephen gathering her robes up to her belly. As she opened her mouth to protest, he drew her panties away and rubbed his cock tip against her opening. Instead, all that came out was a needy moan.

Stephen dropped her panties onto the chair she'd been sitting in and smiled at her reassuringly. The kindness in his face was startling. She'd always known furries were monstrous animals. The ones who didn't flee in fear of people were rabid beasts who needed to be put down before they hurt someone. But he seemed almost human in his emotional awareness.

"Are you ready, miss nun?"

She swallowed the nervousness that had formed in her throat and said "Sister Mary." She stared down at his throbbing maleness he rubbed along her moistening body. Much, much larger than the bunny boy... "I haven't had sex since high school."

He gave her another kind smile and a small nod. "I know how to be gentle. I would have starved years ago if I didn't."

He wasn't people was he? He wasn't even an animal.Furries were raped in plain sight every day. Those men weren't going to hell for doing something like that, right? She puzzled over that notion for several moments then sat up and drew her habit up. One hand yanked the veil away from her head while the other pulled her robe up and discarded it in her chair.

Once she was naked, as she never really wore a bra, she laid back and gave a nod. She couldn't bring herself to speak. She was actually doing this, wasn't she? She was going to fuck a horse!

When Stephen pressed himself into her, she squeaked in surprise and her eyes bugged out. He was so wide! She felt like he was going to split her right in two with that thing! She gave a whimper and Stephen leaned down to gently press his lips against her own.

The soft warmth of his equine lips soothed her more than she could have imagined. She gave another small whimper against his lips and wrapped her arms around his warm neck. When she felt him hit bottom and a small twinge of discomfort shot through her, she gasped and pulled away from him.

Stephen stopped moving and she looked down between them. Her pale flesh was spread in an obscene O shape! "There's only half of it in me?" she asked in disbelief and reached down to curl her fingers hesitantly around his girth. Her fingers and thumb barely touched if she put some effort into trying. She gave his length an experimental stroke. When she decided she liked the feel of his soft, hot flesh, she kept stroking.

Stephen rewarded her with a deep moan. "Humans aren't as deep as mares are, Sister Mary," he said.

She nodded at that and stared up at her furry lover. "Have you ever put it all in someone?"

"Frequently," he answered with another gentle moan. "It's much easier to do it anally, though."

"But you can fit it all inside a woman's...?" she asked in bewilderment.

"Yes." He kissed her again and she gave a moan of her own. "Would you like it all, Sister Mary?"

She stared down at the meat she stroked with her hand. She wanted to know how. The curiosity was killing her! If he'd done it before... what reason did he have to lie? She nodded and her breathing quickened.

"It will hurt at first. Like your first time." He lifted a hand and touched her cheek with his palm. It was covered in the softest fur she had ever felt! "We'll do it on three."

She nodded nervously again and reached down to rest her hands against the edge of the desk.

"Alright," Stephen said and set his hands against her bare hips. "Here we go, Sister Mary. One. Two-.." he thrust sharply and pressed his hips flush against her own.

Her eyes grew wide as a sharp pain tore through her belly and rushed throughout the entirety of her body. It was like an orgasm, but with excruciating pain instead! She shrieked and clutched at the edge of the desk with white knuckles. Her scream was stifled a moment later by the horse's warm lips.

Her body shook and tensed beneath him for several minutes, but eventually she calmed down. Stephen finally pulled his lips away from her and smiled. He pried one of her hands away from the desk with some effort and guided it to her belly.

A wave of horror rushed through her, as if she were walking up some steps and thought here was one more than there actually was. What was that? She looked down quickly at the strange bulge she felt beneath her fingertips and gasped. Her belly and groin bulged obscenely around his cock. Once again, her jaw hit the floor.

The pain had subsided and she could see his cock stretching her tummy! It was the most incredible concept she had ever seen!

"See?" Stephen asked. "Give it a few more minutes for your womb to get used to this and you won't feel any discomfort again."

A few more minutes was easy enough to wait when she could spend all of it trying to wrap her head around what was happening. Again, it was his hands that brought her out of her reverie. His furry palms closed over her breast and caressed her. He squeezed and explored her bust and his fur felt absolutely incredible! She laid her head back against the wood and gave a needy moan.

That was all the encouragement Stephen needed. She felt his hips slowly withdraw and drag his length out of her body. It almost popped free when he started to slowly push it into her again. It seemed to never end! After what felt like an eternity of constant one-way pleasure, she felt his orbs press against her rump again. She lifted her hands and rested them atop his own.

Feeling him groping her too-long neglected bust with her hands and her breast was amazing, but the feeling of that enormous length of horse flesh slowly gliding over her stretched skin was bliss. It was an unfair trade, she knew. A bowl of soup was hardly enough to buy pleasure like this. How could something that felt this good truly be a sin?

She knew the instant he sped up. She arched her back up off the desk top and moaned wantonly as Stephen increased the speed of every long thrust. By the time his hips and balls audibly slapped against her rump, she was squealing and crying out in ecstasy!

Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her body and made her writhe and arch and squirm in interesting ways. Every orgasm was more intense than the last. Her hands had abandoned his long ago. One hand clutched at the desk for dear life while the other pressed a palm flat against her belly to feel his cock from the outside every time he thrust into her.

She barely heard his deep moans. The world around them didn't even exist anymore. All she was aware of was the sensations of the thick tool stretching her body repeatedly, the warmth of the male above her, and the sheer pleasure their bodies shared!

Her voice was beginning to grow hoarse when she felt his hips press against her own. He was grinding his hips against her own, barely thrusting at all if but a couple inches. The bulge beneath her hand began to grow and take on a new mushroom shape. Before she could ponder the flaring outward of his tip, she felt his length give another swell and push her over the edge again.

The heat was the first thing she noticed. It rushed into her belly with a force and speed that must have been amplified by the sensitive nerves there. It felt like someone had shoved a fire hose into her and turned it on full blast.

The fire filled her again and she arched her back violently. This is what heaven must feel like, she thought as the universe gave way to sheer pleasure.

As the colors stopped swirling before her eyes and feeling began to return to her extremities, she noticed the bulge beneath her palm wasn't so oddly shaped anymore, and it felt much hotter than before. In fact, her belly felt smooth. But her hand was at an odd angle. She lifted her head and stared in shock at what looked like an enormous pregnant belly! She gasped and lifted her other hand to the globe.

"What is this!? Has The Lord cursed me for this!?" she shrieked as her hands roamed over the expanse of her once-taut tummy.

Stephen chuckled and leaned down to kiss her again. "No, no. It's just... Well I have had a lot pent up over the past week. That's all." He kissed her again and she began to relax.

"So, this is all your seed?" she asked.

Stephen nodded.

She could only sit and stare even as he very, very slowly pulled his cock out of her. She gasped and whimpered pleasantly, but felt uncomfortably empty when he pulled away and laid beside her on the desk. The heat was a pleasant thing, though. It sent ripples of tiny orgasms through her in a constant stream. Part of her hoped she would stay like this, if it meant that little constant pleasure would go on.

Then that momentary horror she'd felt before returned. It must have shown on her face.

Stephen tilted his head and lifted a hand to rest his soft furred palm against her belly. "What is it?"

How could he not know!? How could he be so daft not to have considered! She was a nun! "I'm not on the pill!"