Wolf was enjoying a good morning run in Jasper National Park, a habit he had formed since he had gone good. And in truth, he greatly enjoyed running before the sun was even up; the air was cool, but still warm enough that Wolf could have his tight black t-shirt and matching shorts on, the light didn't bother his eyes, and he was all alone.
But this particular morning proved the third perk wrong.
As Wolf ran along the paved running path specifically constructed for people like him, his finely tuned ears picked up the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. And as the thudding steps seemed to be gaining on him at an alarming rate, Wolf was prepared to fight off the obvious assailant that was after him. But the moment the other runner was right on top of him…
"On your left."
But for Wolf, the surprise didn't come from the fact that the animal coming up on him WASN'T an assailant, but tiger, one of the saber's that was making international news…the orange-furred male, his frame covered int eh same attire as wolf, but white in color. But what truly astounded wolf was the fact that the tiger…was bare foot, as opposed to his Nike covered feet.
Well, wolf, upon seeing the saber was already well ahead of him, nearly 100 hundred yards in five seconds, he thought nothing of it and kept running.
But ten minutes later…
"On your left."
"Uh huh, on my left, got it," Wolf breathlessly responded, the canine actually trying to increase his pace to try and keep up with the athletic feline after recovering from the shock that his new "running buddy" had already circled around. Unfortunately for him, ten minutes later he heard those same bare footsteps.
"Don't say!" Wolf called over his shoulder, the canine already knowing what was coming.
"DON'T YOU SAY IT!"
And while he could see his face, Wolf could hear the saber's smile in his voice.
"ON YOUR LEFT!"
"COME ON!"
But try as he might, the more Wolf tried to push himself to at least catch up, he knew he couldn't beat the stamina of an animal built for speed. And it was made very clear when he collapsed on the ground in front of the visitor center to the park, his back leaned against a mighty oak as his chest heaved from the exertion of his impromptu race.
"Need a healer?" that same cocky voice sounded from his, to his utter annoyance, Wolf's left. And upon turning his head, Wolf frowned at the sight of the saber, a teasing smirk on his lips as he observed the heavily panting canine.
"I need a new set of lungs!" Wolf exclaimed through his labored breath as he stared incredulously at the barely winded tiger.
"DUDE? You just ran three miles in thirty minutes!"
"Guess I got a late start," The tiger merely responded with a shrug.
"Really?" Wolf answered with a small smile, only for a deep, mocking frown to take its place.
"Well, you should be ASHAMED of yourself! You should take another lap!"
Wolf paused for a moment, turning his head forward, only to bring his gaze back to the saber as a teasing smirk formed on his lips.
"Did you take? I assume you just took it!"
And once that was aid…the two shared a good laugh, which unfortunately from wolf made his heaving Chest hurt even more. But he figured he'd live. And so, with a smile, Wolf offered his hand to the tiger.
"Names Mason Canis…call me Wolf."
Diego, grabbing the outstretched hand in his own, helped Wolf to his feet, introducing himself as he did.
"Diego…last name pending."
"Kinda figured they would have had that part figured out by now."
"Well turns out Ellie's mate, or husband as you call it now…this lawyer…still confused about what that is, had some stuff to deal with back home. Won't be here until tomorrow to go over the 'nuances' of how we'll, as they put it, 'fit into society.'"
Once that was said, Wolf's smile faltered some, the canine nervously shuffling his feet as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
"It must have been strange for you guys…coming out of the ice after so long."
To Wolf's surprise, Diego let out a small, but still noticeably sad huff of amusement.
"Well, it's only been two days, but yeah, a lot's changed. But it's not all bad; the food is a lot better. And stores are great; we used to hunt and gather everything. Healing has gotten a lot better…OH! Internet, so helpful. My friends and I have been looking at that a lot to try and catch up. Course it didn't take Crash and Eddie too long to…"
"Discover Porn."
The last bit was said simultaneously, the canine and feline laughing together at the fact that they were both thinking the same thing. But, as Diego continued to laugh, Wolf took the time to study the tiger, the former con noticed that since their last stint, Diego had removed his shirt, revealing a nicely toned body that actually made Wolf shudder...but at the same time get an idea.
"You know, that reminds me; if you're looking for some fun to do," he said with a mischievous smile, "hit up a place called the Moonlight Howl on 'Ladies Night.' The girls there will just love you."
"I'll add it to the list," Diego said, tapping his temple, a clear sign that the saber would store the information way in his head. But just as he said this, a blaring horn pulled both runners' attention to a fully refurbished, racing red 58 Chevy Bel Air. And int eh driver's seat, Jasper's favorite Irish-wolf.
"Excuse boy," Sam called with a teasing smirk, "do you know the way to the Museum? I'm here to pick up a fossil."
"Ha ha, very funny," Diego sarcastically laughed as he walked towards the car, pausing only briefly to give Wolf one more handshake.
"Thanks for the run, Wolf," Diego said with a genuine smile, only for it to become a teasing one.
"If that's what you want to call running."
"OH, THAT'S HOW IT IS?!" Wolf laughed loudly, causing Diego to laugh in return.
"That's how it is," the saber said before finally going to join Sam in his car.
"Later Wolf," Sam said as Diego got in the car, earning a salute from Wolf in return.
"See ya Sammy!" Wolf called back as the Irish-wolf and saber drove away. And as Wolf began to process the conversation he had just had, he couldn't help but smile. But soon, that smile began to fade as looked at the slowly rising sun peaking over the mountains. And as he checked the time on his watch, Wolf let out a mischievous chuckle…
Time to get ready for work.
In the many months since he, Diane and Webbs had arrived in Jasper, the trio, under the guise of a married couple moving with their adopted daughter, the trio had been working hard to get dirt on all the dealings of the multiple crime organizations that seemed to flock to Jasper. And not just crime families, but government agencies as well.
In fact, the trio's mission was unsanctioned by both the United States and Canadian Governments.
But the three had no idea just how deep the rabbit hole went.
And it was just two days ago at a party held by two of Diane's old acquaintance that Wolf realized that Nick Wilde, the new ringleader of the Crimson Den, was involved as well, and had been in touch with Diane. And it was only then that Wolf learned that Nick, under the act that he was assisting him with a conflict involving the slowly dwindling Lords of Prey, was actually keeping a close eye of the biggest crime kingpin in Jasper:
Alex "King Bear" O'Connor.
And for Wolf, he was only too happy to help bring down King Bear after learning that it was him, and not the infamous Dark Wolf, Cain Aldan, that and set him and his friends up when they were still known as the Bad Guys.
Oh yeah…Wolf was ready for some payback.
And luckily, Nick had provided a list of places King Bear frequented on a day-to-day basis. And with some extra help from Diane, who had spoken with Mayor Lewis, Wolf was able to get into the ranks of each establishment without fail, each manager and their assistant managers made clear of the situation.
But Wolf was pleasantly surprised that, despite it just being a cover, he actually enjoyed working out at one of the best coffee houses in Jasper, the Brew House, which had a reputation for quality grade coffee, with low prices.
And when the tan furred assistant manager, Lois Quillson saw who her new employee was, she was very skeptical of the black-furred wolf, the female wolf unable to see past the admittedly shoddy disguise that Wolf put on himself. But, seeing how he came to be highly recommended from the Mayor himself, which was rather odd, Lois felt obligated to give him the job. It also didn't help that it was no secret that her boss was a friend of the Mayor, so it was better to go with the flow than to risk getting herself canned for saying no to Wolf, or Rodrigo as he was going by, coming in.
But in the end, Lois found herself pleasantly surprised how well her new employee settled in. He was very knowledgeable about coffee, which was thanks in part to the fact that Wolf had worked at a coffee shop in his youth. And not only that, but he was also very skilled…in other ways. And it didn't take long for Lois and the other employees, male or female, to start asking for "assistance" in the back on jobs that they had previously managed to do by themselves.
Oh yeah, Wolf thought to himself, I can get used to this…getting fired is going to suck.
For the last two days, Wolf worked well with no problems, but then, things began to fall into place on the third day.
Wolf was in the back of the shop, the tan apron he wore over his black t-shirt and jeans dirty with coffee grounds and creamer stains. But as he worked, he noticed one of his co-workers, a lovely female tuxedo cat, entering the back with a clipboard, the lovely feline's blue eyes scanning the many boxes and creamer bottles lining the shelves. It was clear to Wolf that the cat was taking inventory.
"Hola Rodrgio," she greeted with rather flirtatious smile and seductive sideways glance, a clear sign that the cat was contemplating getting lucky with the dashing wolf while they were back there. But unseen to her, Wolf was studying the feline, from her familiar curves, to her busty chest…to her face, which the visor cap she wore did very little to hide from him.
Wolf wasn't stupid…he recognized his old friend anywhere.
And since she didn't see to recognize him, he was going to have some fun with her…just not the kind she expected.
And so, with a devious smirk…
"You didn't think we'd find you…Kitty Softpaws?"
Before Wolf could even react, he was slammed against the shelf by the now volatile Kitty, who in the process had procured a small dagger from her back pocket, the hilt topped with what appeared to be a little cat. And Wolf smiled upon recognizing the trademark "Gatito Blade" of Kitty Softpaws, who glared murderously at the wolf as she pressed the blades edge to his jugular.
"START TALKING, PUTA!" she quietly yelled through clenched teeth, a deep growl emanating from her throat as she glared daggers at this strange wolf. But much to her confusion, and utter rage, the wolf started laughing hysterically.
"Kitty…it's me."
Kitty scrutinized the laughing wolf for a moment, amazed that he was in such a chipper mood, even with her gatito blade at his throat. But then her eyes went wide and her smile even wider as she saw past the crude disguise.
"MASON!" she practically squealed as quickly removed the blade from his neck before she threw her arms around her old friend, and the godfather of her little Perrito.
"I hear Richie and Tony shanghaied you guys into helping clean up the emss that's going on."
Kitty's smile faltered some, but she still kept her a strong face as she answered.
"Yeah, they heard that the padre at the Catholic Church downtown has been using the place as staging ground for shipping supplies for King Bear. In fact, Richie got word that Simba Haynes is in on it as well."
"Simba Haynes…the shipping magnate?" Wolf asked, clearly surprised by this sudden turn of events.
"Yeah, turns Shenzi convinced him to join King Bear's side. And from what I understand, Richie heard he arrived just this afternoon with his son and was picked up by King Bear. Richie's heard that they'll be heading to the church this afternoon."
"This whole damn thing is getting so confusing," Wolf said with a chuckle.
"You don't who's with who now adays…so you're going to spy on them?"
"I'm heading over on my lunch."
"I'm sure Richie will let us know what you find before you do," Wolf responded with a smirk, only for a frown to form as he noticed that Kitty seemed rather dejected.
"I just wish they could have left us, Mason," Kitty said as she sat dejectedly on a pile of boxes.
"Why did Puss and I have to be so good at what we did."
Wolf, upon taking in Kitty's state, sat by her side, gently pulling her into a tender, sideways hug, resting his head on her own as he spoke.
"Hey…once it's all over, you can relax."
But what Kitty said next made Wolf's heart ache.
"It doesn't matter," Kitty said with a sad smile as she and her way towards the door, her shift in mood making Wolf's smile drop as he watched head back out to the counter.
"Trouble always seems to find us…it's only matter of item before Goldi and the bears find us."
And with that, Kitty stood to her feet, the cat silently making her way towards the door that lead by to front counter.
"Kitty," Wolf called, succeeding in stopping the tuxedo cat in her tracks, the curious feline looking over her shoulder as Wolf spoke, a mischievous smile on his face as he did.
"Think of it this way…It'll be just like old times."
Returning the smile, Kitty left without another word, Wolf following close behind her. But the moment they stepped out, their smiles fell when they saw who stepped in…
King Bear and Simba Haynes, dressed in their best three-piece suits, sauntering into the establishment, the duo already establishing their presence, if all the customers and employees frozen in pace were any indication. And trailing close behind Simba was another lion, noticeably younger than Simba, and dressed more casually in red button-up shirt, jeans, and loafers, and with a red mohawk of a mane on top of his head. This was Kion Haynes, Simba's son and youngest child, fresh out of Zootopia business school, and eager to follow in his father's footsteps, as evident by his bright smile and positive aura, which seemed to even calm Kitty, who unfortunately was tasked with greeting them at the cash register.
"Hi, welcome to the Brew House. Can I take your order?" she asked following standard customer service rules of the meet and greet, even though she was trying to keep from wetting herself in fear. But luckily, unlike King Bear, who did not want to order anything, instead saying he'd pay, all with a condescending frown on his face, Simba and Kion were quite polite.
"One hot white chocolate mocha with a shot of Irish cream," Simba replied warmly.
"Ok," Kitty smiled, punching in the order before turning towards beaming Kion.
"And for you?"
Kion took a moment to study the menu, his eying of several drinks seeming to take a little too long for King Bear's liking as he impatiently tapped his foot and looked at his watch, much to an observant Simba's annoyance.
"Um…one hazelnut mocha, five pumps of vanilla with whipped cream, please," he said.
"You got it," Kitty said, starting towards the Coffee Max brewer to make the drinks. The first drink she finished was Simba's white chocolate mocha, but before she could start making Kion's coffee…
Simba and Kion were shocked to see King Bear, who had actually been discreetly studying Kitty after she referred to Kion as "gatito," reach across the counter, his large hand taking a firm hold of Kitty's wrist, keeping her in place. All around, everyone froze, even Simba and Kion, wondering what was going through King Bear's head that he would do such a thing.
"You look familiar…where have I seen you before?" he finally said, his eyes scrutinizing every detail of the seemingly familiar cat before him. And if Kitty was thankful for one thing, it was that her vizor cap added just enough covering to obscure enough of her face from King Bear.
"I-I just have one of those faces," Kitty stammered, confusing a few of her coworkers some as she had dropped her usually dominant, and admittedly beautiful Spanish accent for a more neutral American. But Lois, out of the corner of her eye, sent a nervous glance towards her best and favorite employee, the she-wolf having been let in on a secret that she and a rare few knew…
And that's who Kitty, and by extension her family, really was.
In the end, Lois, along with the disguised Wolf, found themselves silently praying with Kitty, hoping that King Bear wouldn't catch on. But luckily for Kitty, who let out a breath that she didn't realize she had been holding, King Bear, with a bored scoff, released her chin.
"Alright then…just make the kid's coffee so we can leave."
The smile on Kitty's face remained, but one could tell by the look in her blue eyes that she hated being in this position, especially taking orders from King Bear when he wasn't aware of who she was. Still, she had a job to do. And with a snap of her fingers, and a cheesy, awkward smile, Kitty set to work making Kion her drink.
"Thank you," Kion responded with a genuine as he proceeded to take a drink. And much to a thankful Kitty's silent admiration, the young lion fished his wallet out of his back pocket to procure a freshly printed one-hundred-dollar bill, dropping it in the tip jar, the act of generosity greatly received by Kitty. But the act left King Bera frowning, which didn't go unnoticed by Simba or Kion as they walked out the door towards King Bear's parked limo…
Unaware that while they were inside, Wolf had slipped out pack, dressed in a black, clean pressed suit, complete with chauffeur cap. In the end, Wolf was glad that Nick had King Bear's original chauffer taken care of before he arrived. And as he sat in the driver's seat of the limo, he cracked the tinted partition a little so he could listen in on the conversation.
"Jasper Catholic on third," King Bear ordered, his back to Wolf as sat facing the rear of the limo, the ursine note even bothering to acknowledge Wolf who confirmed the order. But as he drove, he was able to barely see in the rearview side mirror a certain cat, helmet adorned on her head, trailing behind them at a safe distance on small moped. And as Wolf turned his attention to the amin rearview, he could barely see that Simba looked totally disgusted and shocked. He was livid.
"You know you didn't need to do that to the girl!" he practically roared, his sudden change in demeanor unsettling Kion a little, who merely sat back and tried to enjoy his coffee. Alex quickly turned his attention to the manager's office.
"Hey, she looked like someone my brother was looking for. And in our line of work, you can't be too careful.
Wolf's smile of fulfillment was suddenly replaced with fear as he drove, the canine knowing full well that if King Bear knew who Kitty was…then it wouldn't be good.
"That doesn't mean you have to be a dick about it," Kion suddenly butted in, the young mammal actually surprising King bear with his bluntness. The ursine actually silently respected that. But he still had to maintain appearances.
"QUIET BOY!" he shouted, making both father and son jump a little from the volume.
"The grownups are talking."
Simba didn't like that.
"You will not speak to my son like that," Simba growled back through clenched teeth, trying very hard not to show any sign of fear toward who was essentially his client. Unfortunately for Simba, King Bear did notice. And the worst part was, the ursine could see that Kion must enjoy being talked to in such a way, as the bulge in his pants become increasingly noticeable.
"I don't know," King Bear responded with a lustful smile, the larger ursine reaching over to rub Kion's thigh, the young lion letting out an involuntary moan as he felt the large, firm grasp of King Bear, grip his ever-hardening cock, much to shock, and secret arousal of his father.
"He seems to like it…in fact, he will like a certain part of the convent we are done conducting our 'official' business."
This definitely caught Wolf's attention, the canine glancing curiously in the rearview mirror before making the final turn. But as he stepped out of the limo to get the door for the others, Wolf paused momentarily to notice a sign on the door of the large convent, an add for a job he thought he might thoroughly enjoy;
"Organist" Wanted.
And given the fact that the word Organist was in quotation marks, Wolf knew there was a secret meaning to it.
"I guess being celibate can make these nuns pretty horny," he said to himself with a sly smile, only for his smile to falter as King Bear and his guests stepped out of the limo, with only the two lions giving Wolf a gracious smile. But, as the trio made their way up the stairs to the large, stately church, Wolf noticed Kitty had hunkered down behind some shrubs by the steps, keeping out of sight until the trio were inside. And only after briefly making eye contact with Wolf, who offered a firm nod in return, Kitty proceeded up the steps, though as Wolf noticed, with a slow, almost hesitant gait.
For even as Kitty stood outside of the convent, the old building standing firm in the warm summer wind, it brought a sense of warmth to the cold dread Kitty felt. Oh, how she wished she didn't have to set foot in the place. That she wished she could have just said no to Richie. And it wasn't just the mission. In truth, Kitty had been left in a convent similar to this one by her mother when she was sixteen, trained by the nuns, and eventually became one.
One thing Kitty recalled from her life as a Nun was how quiet it was, and very boring. During her time in the convent, she had grown to desire love. Of course, not the love that Nuns could be permitted. Kitty wanted to be loved sexually. And it wasn't until a young Puss came to the convent seeking council from the kind, but strict monsignor that Kitty realized that she could find that love.
Shaking the memories from her head, kitty, after taking a deep breath to steel herself, entered the main doors of the convent, only for her breath to be taken away once she saw the doors deposited her directly into the sanctuary, a cavernous space nearly three stories high, with pure white columns, stain glass windows, and ceiling murals that would rival even the Sistine Chapel.
"Wow," Kitty said to herself in amazement, "this makes my old convent look like shit."
Once that was said, Kitty managed to pull her gaze from the immaculate room once her keen ears picked up the faint, but still distinctly deep voice of King Bear, which seemed to be emanating from a doorway from the very front of the cathedral. And so, silently running through a surprisingly deserted sanctuary, Kitty made her way to the door, stepping into a narrow, but still brightly lit corridor.
"Everything is ready for transport, as you instructed King Bear," she heard a voice say from her right, Kitty taking it as a sign that that was the direction she needed to go.
"Marked with the churches seal?" King Bear's voice questioned from barely cracked door, the tenses of his tone making it clear that he was wanting to make sure that everything went off without a hitch. And as Kitty cracked the door, she saw that King Bear, along with the Haynes, were speaking with a figure who was out of Kitty's line of sight behind the door. But, if Kitty was reading her context clues provided by Richie correctly, they were speaking with the head priest of the convent…
One Father Andrew McCloughan
"I saw to it personally," Father Andrew responded, his voice light, but firm.
"No one will dare touch a shipment marked with his holy seal."
"Very good, Father," King Bear responded with a wicked smile, though Kitty noticed that Simba and Kion seemed a bit uneasy. Unfortunately for them, King Bear noticed this, and with a sickening chuckle, placed a large arm around Kion's shoulder.
"Now…my friends have come a long way, and I promised that you'd show them…the garden."
Now, Kitty couldn't see the father's face, but she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling.
"Right this way gentlemen."
With that, Kitty could hear another door being opened, followed by the sight of the bear and lions walking out of view. And while Kitty was wanting to follow right away, she wanted to make sure that there was enough time to ensure she could follow at a close distance. And after about ten seconds, she followed.
But as she entered the room, Kitty was amazed to see that it was a massive storage area, the concrete walls and barred windows making it seem as if it were the loading dock of a warehouse. And given the fact that the area was strewn with dozens of large crates. And as Kitty took a moment to carefully study one, she was less than surprised that the father was true to his word, that branded on each crate was the Keys of Simon, the three crowns of the Pope, and the Globe that represented the Sovereignty of Christ…
The Papal Regalia.
But as Kitty observed the latch of the hinged top, she let a devious smirk spread on her muzzle as she noticed the simple padlock. And so, pulling her trusty lock picking kit out of her back pocket, kitty made short work of the lock. Unfortunately, what she saw was truly upsetting.
"Night Howlers," she whispered to herself, careful not to touch the potent flowers. Upon realizing how serious the situation was, Kitty knew she needed to get as much evidence as possible. So, fishing out her phone, Kitty began taking pictures, and not just of the Night howlers. No, she unlocked, inspected, and locked each crate, finding not only Night Howlers, but other drugs, guns, money in silver, gold and other precious metals. And even more peculiar, there were vials filled with a strange sort of serum.
"Oh yes!"
The faint moan made Kitty jump, the feline quickly sealing the last crate before locking it again, effectively covering her tracks as she scrolled through the photos on her phone. And once she was satisfied with what she had, Kitty sent the files to Richie before she followed the noise she heard. And it didn't take long for the loud, feminine, and quite lustful moan to be heard coming from a door on the other side of the storage area.
Stealthily making her way towards the door, Kitty could hear the moans getting louder and louder. In fact, Kitty was amazed to find the moans were not only feminine, but masculine as well. And as soon as she reached the door, Kitty found that it led to a narrow, spiraling stone staircase. Once Kitty knew this was were the sounds were coming from, she followed them down the dimly lit stairwell, only to stop suddenly as she noticed that King Bear and his guests stood at the foot of truly remarkable sight.
The room they stood in was a rocky groto, several rock faces and boulders lining the misty, rainbow hued space, which was clearly a sort of natural bathhouse, as could be clearly seen by the large natural pool in the center, surrounded by luscious grass and moss, which was fed into with a picturesque waterfall, bringing in fresh mountain water, and forming a natural skylight.
But in the center of the picturesque space, the "Garden" Kitty could only assume, was a seen of sinful lust. For all round, dressed were several nuns, ranging from wolves, to does, to lionesses, each as bare as the day that God sent them to this mortal realm, save for black leather boots, matching corsets, and their customary veils.
But what truly amazed Kitty, was the fact that each nun had taken to punishing several males and females, many of whom Kitty recognized.
One nun, a busty sheep, was on her knees and sandwiching a bound and blindfolded Kodi's dick between her massive melons, prompting the young husky to continuing to gyrate into the sheep's glorious bust as she massaged his love-stick, kissing the head as it peaked out of her cleavage.
Nearby, a sexy lioness who Kitty recognized as Zira Taka was letting her pussy get fucked by the disgraced firefight Kako, the female maintaining control of the situation as evident by the collar and leash attached to the cougar as he fucked her, her tits were pressed against a table as he did…
All while his busty daughter Selena pegged him from behind, a leash of her own in her hand as she stretched her estranged father's tight asshole.
Close by was Jenna Wells, the husky being plowed from behind by her husband Balto, the hybrid and pure-breed bounded together by a shared collar as Steel was forced to sit underneath them, his huge cock exposed and throbbing in want, unable to ease his torment as his hands were cuffed behind his back, the poor malamute only being able to alternate between licking his friend's clit and his frenemy's shaft and balls, all while another nun, a doe, sadistically whipped Balto's ass with a riding crop.
And finally, not too far, knelt by a fully naked Kion, his clothes strewn on the floor, his legs spread wide, was Dixie, the Pomeranian burying her entire fist in the shameless Kion's asshole as she sucked his dick, cum oozing out of the corners of her mouth as the young man experienced a powerful orgasm, all while his nipples were being orally assaulted and pinched by another dog; Dixie's best friend Sylvie.
And at that moment, Kitty knew what shew as seeing.
The convent…was also a dominatrix den.
"Please," Kitty heard the father say from the shadows, pulling her attention from the arousing sight to Simba, the lion finding it harder and harder to hide his growing bulge, "enjoy yourselves."
"It might be best to do as the father asks…Simba."
The familiar voice caught Simba's ear, his eyes going wide the moment he saw, underneath the waterfall, dressed in the same garb as her other "sisters," the same hyena who had shanghaied him into King Bear's plot, her tight, muscular nude body being soaked by the torrent, her heaving double D tits being firmly, yet gently molded by her own hand, her lips and teeth gentle sucking and nibbling her own nipples…
And knealt between the legs of Simba's daughter and Kion's sister, Kiara, the lioness bound by two chains, attached to the wrist, spreading her arms wide as if on the cross, her screams muffled by the ball gag in her mouth as Shenzi frantically fisted her pussy, her natural juices mixing with the cool mountain water.
"Shenzi?" Simba asked in disbelief, the elder lion feeling like his dick was about to rip from his pants as he a laid eyes on the hyena as stepped away from Kiara, her place being taken by another lioness, who Simba and his son recognized as Kiara's friend, Vitani.
"Let us lead you beside still waters, sweetheart," Dixie practically purred in Kion's ear as she removed her fist from his thoroughly prepped ass as the dog moved the young feline along until they reached the tranquil little pond in the center of the garden.
"And let me lay you down in green pastures," Shenzi lustfully whispered in Simba's ear, making the now very horny patriarch shudder as Shenzi, with great speed and skill, stripped him of his suit, much to the amusement of King Bear and his holy aid, the former stripping himself to join in DELIVERIGN the punishment to the other occupants as Shenzi dealt with Simba.
And what Kitty saw next made her stifle a moan as her pussy clenched in want.
Before Simba, who had been fully stripped, could even react, he was on the garden ground, his ass in the air as Shenzi, pinned his chest down, grabbing a specific toy from the supplies on a nearby stone table. And before Simba could even offer a word of protest, the only thing that could come out of his mouth were deep, guttural moans as the nun speared him with fourteen inches of strapon, the lion's asshole stretched to three times its original size by the girthy toy.
The sight alone turned on the other occupants of the chamber, including Kion, who found himself on the receiving end of a blissful pegging from Dixie, the Pomeranian fucking Kion as he lay on his back, the young lion displaying the kind of flexibility felines were known for as he swallowed his own cock all the way to the base, an act Shenzi thoroughly enjoyed watching Simba do as she began piledriving him into the ground.
"Looks like you still got it Shenzi," a female voice sounded from behind said doe. Looking in the direction the voice came from, Shenzi smiled seductively when she took in the form of a nude lioness, equally as busty as her, but a bit curvier, a large strapon of her own lashed to the hips.
"I never lost it, Zira," Shenzi responded with a wide smile before pulling Zira into a harsh tongue lashing, which said lioness gladly returned.
"It's been so long, babe," Zira said after pulling away, smiling from ear to ear.
"It certainly has, my love," Shenzi responded with a lustful smile. Soon, the two found themselves in another heated make out session as Zira lined up her fake cock with Simba's ass, the lioness joining her friend in impaling the male, who could only scream and moan around his cock in shameful pain and pleasure as his ass was stretched wide, both creating a distinctive bulge in his gut until both delivered one more powerful thrust into Simba's ass, the lion soon pumping ropes of cum down into his own gullet.
Well, Kitty felt she had seen enough, and with as much subtly as she could, she made her way back to the sanctuary, constantly having to duck and weave in the corridors to avoid detection by some more nuns as they made their way to the garden, the sisters leading some more "converts" who couldn't wait to see what the holy women hid under their robes.
Eventually, Kitty got back to the sanctuary, the tuxedo cat letting out a sigh of relief as she was home free.
"Hello my Dear?"
Or so she thought.
Freezing in place, Kitty found herself trapped in the sanctuary, the voice of Father Andrew making her fear that she had been caught by the archbishop, who from out of the shadows of his garden of sin Kitty could now clearly see a strapping red-tailed buck pushing fifty, his greying fur, dull green eyes, and chipped antlers a clear sign of his age. But Kitty could care less as Father Andrew exuded the same amount of love and compassion as her old Padre from when she was a nun in Spain.
"Are you lost? May I be of assistance?" he asked her with a smile. Kitty, after taking a moment on how to proceed, soon smiled back at the buck as she came up with a clever, and very naughty idea.
"No," she said, with a seductive smile, "I came to confess."
Father Andrew pushed his glasses up his nose.
"I see," he replied, then led her toward the confession booth, looking back at Kitty who had now removed the leather jacket she had worn. His eyes widened at her beauty, from her long beautiful, goddess-like hair that hung softly around her shoulders, her icy blue eyes were soft, yet pierced right through him when she looked at him, and her full and pouting lips, inviting when she smiled. And her black and white fur was delicious, its silky appearance delectable and made the buck's fingertips tingle with the want to feel how soft and silky her touch could be.
Father Andrew shook his head to get those impure thoughts out, desperate to maintain the façade that Kitty knew all too well was just that.
"The you know the drill, my child," he said entering his side of the confessional.
Kitty walked down the aisle and knelt between the pews, made the sign of the cross and said a quick prayer, but more so for the satisfaction of the priest in her presence. No one was in the confessional when she walked up to it and so she went in. She knelt once again as the window opened and she made the sign of the cross.
"Forgive me, Father for I have sinned; it has been two years since my last Confession. I accuse myself of the following sins: I have stolen, cheated, lied…and killed. I have many lovers. Sometimes I even bring home a stripper from the Moonlight Howl when my husband isn't home to tend to my needs. I do not feel shame for these things, but my faith tells me I should. I am confused and feel that if God didn't want me to think or do these things he wouldn't have given me the ability to know them, he wouldn't have made my body the way it is and the ability to feel the beauty and passion of desire. And I don't believe it is the devil testing me. God is the one who made my body, he gave me the abilities and the feelings my body has when I am touched."
Father Andrew smiled, the perverted pastor shamelessly rubbing the growing bulge in his pants as he enjoyed the direction Kitty's confession was taking them.
"Are these all your sins, my child?"
"No." She whispered lowly, the purr in her voice hitting Father Andrew's ears, the buck soon finding his fingers trying to quietly undo his belt as Kitty spoke, the feline's ears actually picking up the sound fo the belt, as well as a zipper followed by rustling fabric.
Gotcha, Kitty thought to herself with a satisfied smirk.
"I have been having impure thoughts of seducing a handsome gentleman I have only just met."
This made Father Andrew even more excited as he grasped his thirteen inch pride, deftly stroking it as he spoke, words adding to his own hypocrisy.
"God forgives you, but wash any impure thoughts from your mind, my child. God wants you to be pure."
"But I don't want to wash them away. I want to act on them. I want to make them more than thoughts."
Father Andrew stifled a moan as he heard this, shifting as he cleared his throat.
"My child," he spoke softly, his hand still working his cock as he spoke.
"The Devil has worked his evil on many people. In order to help you, please tell me these thoughts you have."
With a smile on her face, kitty, who decided she may as well get something out of spying on the perverted padre, continued.
"Very well, Father."
With that, Kitty began to play her game.
"He has gentle eyes like eyes like Sam O'Brian," the feline said as she crossed her hands in her lap.
"When I first saw his eyes was when it was ladies night at Moonlight Howl. He was incredibly hot. His body was like a Greek god and his voice was simply sexy. He showed me a new way to have an orgasm. I was a bit surprised when he unfastened the button of my jeans, tugging the zipper its full length in the process. I gave in instantly and pulled back just far enough to grant him access to my waist and he slipped them down my legs until my jeans were wrapped around my ankles. As I stepped out of them, he ran his hands up and down my ass."
"Go on my child," Father Andrew said, his hand working faster on his cock as he listened to Kitty.
"My pussy was only inches away from his face, he pulled me back to his hungry mouth and planted his lips firmly over my pussy, running his tongue down my slit until he found my clit. I moaned in response to his search. 'Amazing, yes! Lick me Sam!' I growled lustfully. As he pulled me even closer with his growing need to taste me, I almost fell on top of him. The more Sam explored my pussy, the further apart I spread my legs, making my pussy available to him. I recognized that my need was as great as his. Without another word, Sam acknowledged my want. In no time flat, we were completely naked and I fell onto the couch, landing on my back with my legs open as an invitation to my first male lover to take me any way he wanted. He fell between my thighs, landing on my stomach with his mouth once again clamped over my wet pussy. His tongue searched for my clit. He licked and sucked it until it stood proud and firm. Taking it into his mouth, he clamped his lips around my clit while reaching up with his hand to squeeze and tease my breast and nipples and using his other hand to begin fingering my pussy."
Father Andrew felt his balls churning at hearing Kitty's tale.
"His finger slid right into my wet pussy with almost no resistance and it was joined by another finger. I responded by lifting my legs up and over his shoulders, effectively pinning him to my hungry crotch. I raised my hips in an effort to pull his tongue deeper into my pussy. The second he licked my entrance, I convulsed upward until our only contact with the couch was my shoulder blades and his knees. Soon my breathing became faster and shallower and my pussy grasped at his fingers as my first orgasm began to radiate all through my body. He curled his fingers to tickle the ridges of my pussy, searching for my G-Spot. Seconds later, I tensed my whole body and began to tremble as the orgasm washed over me. I screamed as I went over the top and a warm gush of my juices flowed into his palm which he immediately lapped up with his tongue.
"Afterward, I knew I wanted more," she says.
"I didn't feel shame even after he was gone."
"So, this man you want is because of his eyes?" Father Andrew asked, his cock now producing an abundant amount of frothy precum, the pastor lathering up his aching rod as pictured the tryst between Kitty and Sam in his mind.
"No, I also want this man because I know he can be a good fuck lik, like Humphrey Chamber's step-brother."
"What?" gasped the Father, his hand now going mock speed on his cock.
"Yes," Kitty replied.
"When I was at the O'Brian and Sterling party, I invited him to join me behind the pool house; I had been teasing him with my new bikini. The thought of his cock in me set my juices flowing. With a slow rhythm, I began rocking against his cock, feeling it harden just a little more with each stroke of my slit along its length. Within moments it was coated with my juices and hard as a rock. I could feel it searching for my entrance and I lifted my leg to grant him access. Richie probed my crotch until his cockhead slipped inside my hot, wet pussy and then slowly began to bury his cock deeper and deeper. I swung my legs up and away from his, allowing him to penetrate me to the full depth of my pussy and then groaned in delight of my pussy being speared fully. Richie fucked me harder and a second later he shot a massive stream of hot cum deep inside me, slashing against my cervix, hard enough to push me over the top and into a climax. I gasped desperately and then screamed loudly as my orgasm shot through me. It was the best feeling there was as his cum sprayed me again and again, blasting several hard ropes into me. My pussy walls gripped and grabbed his cock, milking the cum out of his balls. He drove his cock as far up my pussy as possible and held it there until every drop of cum had been expelled into me."
"Gracious child," Father Andrew said, feeling his own orgasm fast approaching.
"Not only that, I also want this man because he probably is into some really kinky and perverted fetishes-"
"You needn't be so graphic with your confessions, child," he interrupted.
"I'm sorry father, I will try to be less detailed," she says with a smile.
"I've been having sex with my husband since we first met, and his strange fetishes started to rub off on me. One thing he would do was pee on me after having hot anal sex with him."
Father Andrew could no longer stand this as his orgasm neared.
"That's enough, child. I'm having trouble hearing all of this."
It was a lie…and Kitty knew this.
"But I'm nowhere near finished, father," Kitty protested, with Father Andrew noticing that her voice was slightly fainter…and no longer in the other booth.
"For I must confess that the man I want…is you."
"You want… Me?" Father Andrew asked in total disbelief. Suddenly the door on his side opened and he saw her standing there. Her blue eyes seemed to lighten up the dim booth. He stood suddenly and started to open his mouth to protest, not caring that his pants dropped around his ankles, his cock at full mast, much to Kitty's amusement. She stepped into the confessional, closed the door behind her and put her finger to his lips to quiet him.
"I have thought about this often. I know you have always given into your desire. I coukd hear it in your voice. Felt it radiating from you. You are a very handsome buck, and I know this isn't acceptable to your faith...but I know you don't care because you feel the same way of your lust as I do mine. Sin with me Father. I know God sees all, but we are called to love in every way possible."
He started to open his mouth again, a lustful smile on his lips as Kitty drew closer.
"What a little slut you are, my chil-"
Kitty stopped him as her lips met his quickly, hungrily, passionately. His cock was rock hard from her confession and being denied his orgasm made it hurt. Kitty felt it against her leg as she pressed herself against him while kissing him, the father immediately kissing her back as she pressed him against the wall. Pressing her body so hard against him you'd think she was trying to become him. He kissed her hungrily as if he was starving, and then she realized he was. His heart and soul, his body was starving to be touched, despite the lust he experienced on a day to day basis. Everything about him was so overwhelming.
The hardness against her inner thigh was pressing into her with such force she shivered against him. As she kept kissing him she took her hand and reached out for his. With her fingers intertwined in his, she led his hand up her skirt, sliding the fabric up her thigh, letting him feel her skin smoothly sliding under his fingertips. The higher up he got, the warmer her skin became. He could feel heat radiating from between her thighs...he felt moisture on the skin. He stopped letting her move his hand and pulled his face from her's.
She smiled at him softly.
"Take me, Father."
She leaned her face towards his again and kissed him as she started moving his hand up her thigh again. His fingertips felt her smooth fur around her lips...the moisture dripping from her like honey. As he was breathing her in, his sinful lust for Kitty becoming stronger by the second. She led his fingers up her lips, stroking them softly, up and up...until she was pressing his fingertips into clit. She gasped loudly and deeply in his mouth. She whispered breathlessly,
"Sin, Father. Feel the beauty of pleasure as you slide your fingers into my pussy."
He began to do so as he felt her thrust her hips to him. Her clit felt like a hot, little, wet button sliding between his fingers. Feeling the desire and passion flow through her and into him, his cock pulsed and twitched. She began to grind herself against his hand and he felt the juices flow from her even more. She leaned into him and pressed her lips against his ear, breathing into it deeply.
"That's right. Slide them in slowly at first...feel my body language. You'll know what to do if you follow your instincts."
Father Andrew slid his fingers down her lips and spread them open. She was so wet, his fingers found the opening easily and slid two in with ease. She tightened around his fingers and let out a long, deep sigh. He began exploring her with his fingers. He was fascinated and desired her even more. He kissed her neck as her hair fell around his face. He smelled her. Her warmth. Her sex. Her sweet scent that he always smelled even from the other side of the window. He soaked her in. All of her. He never wanted the moment to end. Didn't want to think about what this could mean, what wrong he could be doing against his vows, his church...his God.
But then eh remembered…he stopped caring long ago.
Fuck it. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I'm a man who has needs and I know God forgives, He thought shaking off those thoughts and focused on her body again, on the feeling he had wrapped around his fingers. He began sliding them in and out of her, pumping his long, slim fingers in and out of her. He knew he was doing the right thing because he felt her body shake and her breath quicken. She even reached up and grasped his antlers. He saw the look on her face, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Suddenly she clinched his fingers so tight, it almost hurt, and he felt her body become stiff and her mouth open wide with a small moan flowing out. And then it came. The flood between her legs. Juices flooding in his palm and running down her legs. He was amazed and enthralled. Once he felt her body relax she pulled away from him with excitement but relaxation in her eyes.
"How did I do for fingering your pussy?" he asked her.
Kitty looked at Father Andrew and answered him.
"Good, but we are just getting started."
She kissed him again and then slowly went to her knees. She looked up at him with a devious smile and said, "Forgive me Father, I am about to sin."
In a matter of seconds, Kitty was face to face with his thick, hard, 13-inch-long cock, smiling as she opened her mouth for her tongue to slither out. She licked the tip, lapping up his precum into her mouth. Sweet, salty...delicious...just as she imagined. His cock twitched as she did this, bouncing and tapping at the tip of her tongue. A smile came over her eyes as she played with the head, flicking the underside of the head tip with her tongue. He moaned softly as she felt the head expand across her tongue. This caused her to lose control and she wrapped her lips around the head quickly and began sucking. Taking more of him in her mouth, little by little each moment.
Father Andrew thought he was going to pass out he was so excited. He felt pressure building in his cock again, so much he felt impatient, desperate and urgent in a way. She began sliding him in and out of her mouth slowly, from the tip all the way down to the base of his shaft, her bulging throat enclosing around his head as she swallowed him whole. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft, up and down as she sucked his cock. Without realizing it he had moved his hand to her head and grabbed a hand full of hair in his fingers to guide her speed and her rhythm.
"Forgive me, my child. But I have to do this."
Looking up, he started praying.
"God in Heaven look down upon us. Show me the way, that I might give this slut the best fuck in her life!"
Kitty was shocked by this, but enjoyed it immensely. She tightened her lips around him, sucking him with more hunger, feeling his cock pulse, expand and grow in her mouth and throat. She soon realized he was close and slowed down until she had stopped and kissed the head of his cock as she looked up at him.
"Let this slut lead you down the path of sinful pleasures, Father."
Kitty smiled as she stood back up quickly and kissed him deeply. He stood there looking at her with question as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her busty breasts out of her bra for him to see and feel. He reached up and cupped them, sliding his thumbs over the nipples that were already hard and sensitive. She shivered as she pulled up her skirt around her waist and pulled him to her. She felt his beautiful, hard cock slide between her legs and tickle her clit and lips. She kissed him again as she lifted one leg and wrapped it around him. She felt the tip of his head press against her opening. She kept kissing him as he held her leg up and then she lifted the other to wrap completely around him. He realized what she was doing and helped lift her weight and wrap her around him.
Looking into his eyes, Kitty said, "Make love to me. Put yourself inside me and fill me up. I need to feel you inside me. Feel you become a part of me. It's beautiful and nothing like it in this world. Take and sin with me...now."
He slowly lowered her onto his cock as he felt her warm, wet, beautiful pussy wrap around him. She helped him lift her weight up and down, both of them holding on for life. Never wanting to let go, never wanting to stop. She felt even more amazing, interesting and wonderful inside like this. He was in paradise. Ecstasy. He felt like this was where he belonged and had been missing for so long. Her hair surrounded his face. Its soft, feathery tickle all over his face and neck. She let her head fall back as he took her breast in his mouth. Playing with the nipples with his teeth and tongue. Her skin was sweet and salty. He loved the rough feeling of her nipples on the tip of his tongue. He loved the taste of her skin.
"When my husband gives me a baby of my own, I'll come back to let you enjoy my life-giving milk from my breasts," Kitty moaned, holding his head to keep him latched onto her tit. She moaned softly in his ear as she tightened around his cock...feeling him pump in and out of her. The rhythm becoming more desperate and speeding up. The pressure building up inside of her and inside of him. Such an intense feeling he couldn't stand it, but loved it all in one. Suddenly she tightened so hard at the base of his cock and sliding up as if to milk his cock and he felt it again. The flood of warm juices flowing down his cock and his legs. She was growling in his ear and it sent him over the edge as he felt the pressure explode and he came, his cum spilling into her and hitting the back of her pussy with such force it made her come again. He fell back against the wall and almost dropped her and fell to his knees. He caught himself and she pulsed around him, milking him. He stood there for a moment, holding her up around him as they caught their breath and felt the orgasm subside. They kissed each other deeply as he slowly lifted her off of his cock and she dropped her legs for her feet to touch the ground.
"I'll see you at your next confession my deer," he smiled, but then said, "on your knees."
Kitty did as she was told.
"You were right, I do have a fetish," he stated.
Kitty gasped as Father Andrew then proceeded to pee all over her breasts. Then he let that last of his golden shower go all over her face. When he was down, Kitty was soaked, but Father Andrew showed her where the showers where. So, the two of them gathered their clothes and left. It was a good thing that King Bear and his guests were being tended to by the nuns before Father Andrew and Kitty committed their sin in the confession booth.
After the shower they both straightened themselves up and kissed deeply again. After she pulled away he looked into her eyes and said, "God bless you...go in peace, my child."
Kitty smiled, "Thank you, Father."
She made the sign of the cross and slowly walked to the pews as if nothing just happened, knelt and said a prayer, more to maintain her cover than anything else, thanked God for her the Sacrament of Penance and walked out of the church. After that, Father Andrew knew that there were a ton of girls who could use some time in confession.
So, he pulled out his phone.
"Hello, Eve Lewis. When was your last confession?" he asked, his dick already getting hard.