Description: Frankie is getting used to her new job at the Zoosue cult but discovered the cult is a whole lot kinkier than she ever expected. 


Series: ARC


Kinks: Humaned, Furry, Musk, Mind Break, Huge Cocks, Huge Tits, Femboys, Shortstacks, Deepthroat, Lactation, Milk Machine, Cock and Ball worship, Addiction, latex & bondage



ARC: New Faith 


Ch.2: Frankie Learns the Truth



        It had been a hell of a week for Frankie. After witnessing Janice’s private worship she had been on edge, wondering if there was more to this cult than some weird sex stuff. The fur on the back of her neck kept standing on end like a predator was bearing down on her from the shadows but whenever she turned her head nothing was there. She was beginning to think she developed some kind of paranoia from her months on the streets but that was the more manageable of her two main problems.


The real issue was her heat. Frankie was frigid; a literal one in a million condition for a rat Mink. She had never experienced so much as an orgasm in her entire life but after getting to this cult it all seemed to change. Such pleasures were completely foreign and she didn’t like the change. Frankie knew she didn’t need sexual relief to function but her body didn’t seem to agree. 


Every night she was kept awake by the rhythmic throbbing of her muff but that wasn’t her biggest problem. Frankie’s real issue was Simon and Ashely fucking like rabbits every night and it was getting hard pretending not to hear them! Their “little” love sessions were adding unneeded fuel to the fire of Frankie’s heat and after a week of no satisfaction she felt like she was about to go crazy. After last night Frankie was barely functional and completely ignored Ashley’s attempt at early morning conversation as she meandered to the break room, looking for sweet morning coffee. 


“Uhhhhnnnn…” Frankie swallowed the entire mug, letting out a low groan as life returned to her empty eyes. Sweet caffeine had saved her from near collapse yet again but it was just temporary relief. She’d have to figure out a way to survive listening to Ashley bounce up and down on Simon’s cock all night.


Frankie took a quick look around the empty break room, which was a little depressing. On one hand, she was glad no one was around to see her sorry state but on the other, she barely saw any other church trainees. Which wasn’t too much of an issue, Frankie was actually thrilled that not many Minks were around but did feel the need to see what her fellow “Zoosue” inductees were like. They only came by the archives on occasion to ask for storage devices and despite their friendly demeanor, Frankie never found an appropriate time to strike up conversations. 


Though on Frankie’s way back to her little office she caught quite a sight. One of those very thick latex clad nuns, only even weirder. A Bird mink with white feathers floated down the hallway, her arms and legs covered in shiny white latex with three long red stoles that covered her huge shoulder boulders and draped off her wide wings, which she seemed to tuck in while hoving down the hallway. Around her her head was a habit, her eyes covered by a thick red blind fold and latex warp that only allowed her wide black beak to remain visible but more impressively, crowning the Mink’s head was a pair of twin halos with a small flame in the center. 


Frankie remembered reading one of these things in the brochure and hearing Ashley mention these things during the week but she assumed they couldn’t actually, float or were some kind of fancy effect for the sermons. She didn’t think they’d actually look like an Angel, taken right from the old dead Mink religions of centuries past. 


“Is something wrong Trainee… Frankie,” asked The Angel, turning her head to face Frankie, “you seem distraught.”


The Angel’s voice was soft yet oddly calming, its tone pleasant to Frankie’s tiered ears; yet, Frankie felt something was wrong. Maybe it was the way she turned to face Frankie, gazing at her without eyes, maybe it was the fetishistic outfit or the way she floated, talons mere inches away from the floor. It could be all of the prior things but it made Frankie feel strange.


“Uhhh, yeah been fine,” she muttered, “just never seen one of you before.”


“I see,” The Angel lowered herself to the ground, kneeling to meet Frankie’s eyes, “does this help?”


Frankie winced a bit but the strange feeling she felt disappeared when the Angel stopped towering before her body. The light of her halo lit up Frankie’s face as she muttered, “Yeah, I must not be used to seeing Minks float.”


“Be not afraid little one, I am one of the Emissaries of the Eternal Flame,” she continued, “I am here to serve the cult and guide those who need it.”


“Yeah…” Frankie felt a strange sense of ease, she was looking at what was no doubt a large predatory bird Mink; she could literally wrap her talons around her head. She was one hundred percent sure she’d die if this creature felt a little hungry. Yet, her instincts remain soothed, her body relaxed. Frankie assumed it was the lack of sleep making her too tired to feel proper rodent fight or flight.


She took a sip of her coffee, a little smile growing on her face, “well do you have any pointers for a newbie?”


“Dull thine claws and prepare thyself for Zoosue’s revelation,” replied the Angel, “for there is no greater gift than revelation and no greater strength than that of your soul.”


“I’m a rat, we don’t exactly have anything but dull claws,” responded Frankie as she thought, but we’ve got more wits than these latex clad weirdos.


“Dull claws but a very sharp mind~” The Angel smiled and stood back up, seemingly amused by Frankie’s comment as she hovered down the hallway, “Enjoy your coffee, trainee and don’t keep your Priest waiting too long.”


Holy fuck she has a fat ass, thought Frankie, eyes bulging as she noticed the tight latex booty that was flowing down the hall. She could literally sit on one of those cheeks and use them as a seat. How she managed to float with forty plus pounds of feathery cheeks was beyond Frankie and she blushed when she realized she just spent a good half a minute gawking at ass.


“Uhhhnn, you’re going crazy, Frankie,” muttered Frankie under her breath. She hoped this heat would pass and she’d be able to enjoy her new stability in some kind of peace. 


The average morning’s work was pretty simple. Frankie understood that Simon was in charge of helping to maintain the main church archive, while the local archive was upkept mostly by Frankie and Ashley, who was thrilled to have some help. Frankie’s mornings were mostly spent at the front desk, giving the Acolytes files when requested. 
They almost exclusively asked for basic cult pdfs for employment and propaganda but sometimes a half-way cultured Mink would ask for some entertainment, which Frankie was happy to provide. 


A fair amount of entertainment was kept in the archive; movies, shows, how-two videos and more, which was the main focus of Frankie’s second job. When she wasn’t manning the front desk she was in a small office, walls flanked by large black server towers with countless bundles of wires running beneath and back into the walls. At a large terminal she sat crossed legged in a too large chair just going through raw files with names like “10112–201112”, strings of auto generated names for quickly digitized files that needed to be ordered. Very boring work but in Frankie’s mind it was leagues better than interacting with other Minks.


The task only required her to check the content for labeling. In the case of a movie or show a specific A.I program could be used to match the exact show and episode from a database but was slow and couldn’t handle some of the more complex materials. That is where Frankie came in, she’d manually have to reference after scanning individual parts. However, Frankie only knew a good third of the content she was given, lots of older content that was probably ripped and burned to CDs by Minks looking to save a bit of cash. 


Hours of organization would pass by, just sorting and uploading content to the main archive. Her work was occasionally disturbed by some Mink asking for something at the front desk but otherwise it was just her and the blue light of the screen. The act was almost hypnotic, everything else in Frankie’s life would just melt away in the background. 


“You okay, Frankie?”


“Whuuu!” Frankie’s shot wide open as she turned to face Simon, his hand outstretched with a fresh cup of coffee, she let out a little yawn, “Ooo-aaaahn thanks.”


“No problem,” he replied as she took the comparatively small cup, requiring both her hands to hold, “if you need a nap I am sure Ashley could take over.”


“Nah it’s alright, mmmm~” Frankie took a small sip from the cup, she didn’t feel comfortable sleeping with people working right beside her bunk, “just let me do my thing… Oh and do you have that drive Ashley mentioned?”


“Right here,” Simon pulled a sleek metal solid state drive from his robes, “took me a little bit to find it but what she is looking for should be on here.


“Hopefully,” she replied, standing on her seat as she grabbed the drive and slapped it into the drive reader, “She’s been asking about this thing all morning.”


“That makes a lot of sense.” Simon turned to leave, “want me to get you for lunch?”


“Don’t bother, I’ll probably just eat later.” she quickly turned back to the screen.


Simon gave Frankie a little wave and left the room, the sleek red door gliding shut leaving her all alone. Frankie let out a long, “Ahhhhnnnn, daaaamnitt!”


She pulled down her shorts and panties, revealing a sticky, dark stain right on the crotch. Hours of blissful, blank archival now ruined by a minute long meeting with Simon that kicked her heat tormented body into high gear for no reason. Frankie laid back in her seat, eyes heavy, pussy pulsing as she pouted to herself. There was little she could do other than keep working and hope she could push these feelings back down but…


“Are you fucking kidding me!” Frankie’s eyes bulged after she opened the first video and was immediately greeted by hardcore porn.


A tall cobra mink with stunning blue scales and a light underbelly was bound in a stockade. Her massive milkers the size of beach balls were hooked up to a milking machine, dark azure nipples were being pumped and sucked for as much sweet snake milk as they would give. She wagged her tail like an excited puppy, her voice smoky yet sweet as she addressed the two men in the milking room.


“Ahhhnnn, stuff me again, masters. I exist to drain your hot human dicks~” her mouth opened wide, showing her bright pink throat packed with drool slicked folds which trembled and her tongue flopped out of her maw. 


“God damn what a bunch of freaks,” muttered Frankie, covering her mouth. There was a moment of primal fear at the large predator. After all, the snake woman was twice Frankie’s size but those natural fears were subdued by burgeoning lust as she watched the snake women drool like a slut. Her expression was sloppy and needy as she saw the two men pull out their cocks. A pair of foot long pale penises, bigger than Frankie’s forearm and about as thick as the cup of coffee still steaming on her desk. She had half a mind to just move onto the next video and ignore the brutal snake stuffing on screen but then again, this was her first real chance to satisfy herself. 


“Mmmmmmnnn,” she let out a mousey squeal as she rubbed her needy pink puff for the first time, thinking, “just for a little bit… just for a little bit…”


Finally Frankie gave into her urges, her little fingers slipping down to her puffy pink muff as her other hand darted beneath her t-shirt. Bother her nipples had hardened into little stiff nubs no longer than her fingers tips. Just the act of rubbing against her shirt made her shiver and Frankie could feel herself gush as her fingers lightly pinched her petite teats. 


Slowly Frankie rubbed her outer lips, panting as she intently watched the cobra Mink get double stuffed. Her mouth was packed full of dick as the other man pounded her ass. Her huge blue booty jiggled and shook with their thrusts, ropes of drool spilled off the man’s cock as he pumped her face. His heavy nuts slapping against her chin as his cock buried itself deep in her throat. 


“Feel the prophet’s love initiate,” commented one of the men.


“And do what comes naturally,” added the other as his fat hairy nuts knocked against her cock bulged neck.


Apparently what came naturally was leaking tons of milk as she sucked harder. Frankie’s clit swelled as she watched the cobra’s tongue snake around his shaft and poke out from her lips whenever the man pumped. Her entire body was jiggling, trembling with every heavy thrust the men made. The length of her tail had wrapped behind the man clapping her cheeks, keeping him squished tight against her body as both men came.


“Hnnnn, stuff that whore,” moaned Frankie, getting into the act. Her brain was getting hazy but she just loved how the snake woman’s muffled cries of pleasure sounded. There was something deliciously sweet about the act that Frankie enjoyed a lot (maybe a little too much?). She didn’t stop moaning until the men finished dumping literal gallons of hot sperm into her holes. Far more ball cream than Frankie assumed any creature could produce, their fake penises must’ve been quite the effect!


Then the first man pulled out of the woman’s throat, causing her head to slump, dangling limp as she coughed out globs of thick white cum. The man knelt down and Frankie could see the corner of his beard face, he smiled as he put a collar around the woman’s neck. A smile just barely visible through his hair as he exclaimed, “we’ve got another farm ready snake.”


“Hopefully you’ll meet expectations, Jessie~” The second man’s meat flopped out of Jessie’s cunt, causing her legs to tremble as a ton of hot sperm glopped out of her pussy and pooled on the floor. Frankie could hardly believe he could cum so much and assumed this had to be some kind of special effect, it had to be.


“You’ve got a lot more work ahead of you.” The man walked around and pulled Jessies’ head up, showing off her sloppy O-face. Her eyes were crossed, pupils dilated and her maw slack and drooling as tons of cum spilled from her lips. 


“Are you ready to be our new cow n’cumdumpster?”


“Hnnnggh, yes my gods,” she moaned, her forked tongue lashing at their sperm covered cocks, “Mmmm, I will provide all I can for the cult, the Flame is Eternal and so is my devotion~”


“Good Mink, now let's see if we can get a few more gallons out of you…”


The video ended and Frankie just stared at the screen, panting as she rubbed her muff. Her clit had poked from her hood and was sending little shocks up her spine every time it touched her fingers and Frankie was starting to get light headed. There was a growing feeling that she had already cum at least once (at least she thought so), and she might not be able to stop if she continued rubbing herself raw. However, Frankie forgot to turn the autoplay off.


In a moment she was greeted by another wonderful video; a flying camera taking pictures of some kind of Mink in a full body black latex outfit with a thick white collar around her neck. Their subspecies was hard to tell, only their pointed ears were visible along with a long slender tail all coated in latex. No snout, they must’ve been one of those small snouted Minks but the rest of their body was painfully thick. The model of the venus body type, huge jiggly thighs and hips, pudgy distended tummy with massive mammaries which sagged over top. Her latex outfit appeared to be straining from all the thickness, nearly ready to burst.


Then from the side stepped a human, a good foot shorter than the Mink. His cock a pale pillar of throbbing flesh covered in veins. The Mink instinctively knelt over for the man, spreading her ass for the camera. Her holes were gripped tightly by the latex, almost like a shiny second skin. The smooth, seamless rubber gripped all her curves, showing a perfect outline of her puffy anus and all its wrinkles, and her meaty pussy.


The human, a twinky boy with tan skin and dirty blonde hair smiled at the camera, his voice a little girlish as he said, “first test of the new IMP Version–0.2.”


The Mink jiggled her cheeks, her ass clapping for the camera as her apparent master, disciplined her with a heavy ass slap, “stand still pet, I’ve got to read the timestamp.”


“Mmmmmhhhhmmm!” a muffled cry came from the Mink as she shivered from the heavy spanking, still shivering and clearly needy.


“What a pathetic whore, she can’t handle her heat,” thought Fankie as she squeezed her clit between her slender fingers, her eyes crossing as she looked at the latex clad Mink pet with an aura of superiority. 


“Well you’ve been good, I can just add archive bits in post~”


“It’s been over a decade since that Mink got stuffed.” wondered Frankie as she looked at the date in the corner of the screen. The mere thought of that Mink being used as a latex bound cumdumpster for over a decade made her feel both horrified and horny. A shiver running up her spine as the human mounted his bitch, literally climbing onto her ass.


There was more than enough room for him to mount his legs, squishing that mountainous latex booty as his cock impaled her asshole. Her tightly hugged latex rim spread open to allow for his meat to probe deep inside her anus. Between her legs Frankie could see the belly bulge and she wondered how this creature could be alive.


“Maybe she’s a robot or cybernetically enhanced?” she wondered, her brain all hazy as her fingers tickled her folds for the first time. How could any Mink stretch to fit such huge dongs, the thought would’ve made Frankie pause if she wasn’t consumed in a lust fueled haze. The act of masturbation was too good and despite her initial reservations she loved watching her fellow Minks get used as cheap sex sleeves. Their bodies stretch to obscene proportions in order to please such huge cocks.


The man’s heavy nuts slapped against the latex fuck sleeve’s cheeks, filling the room and by extension Frankie’s big rat ears with the sound of hot wet slapping on rubber. She could hear the big latex fuck doll muffles moans as her guts were churned by his huge pale Mink stretcher and almost wished it was her getting her guts remolded. A massive cock would probably reach a lot deeper than Frankie’s fingers and feel a whole lot better too.


Frankie couldn’t stop herself, her body was on fire as the human filled his latex fuckdoll like a balloon. Her belly bloating to the point it hit the floor as his nuts throbbed against her backside. The last words from him before the video switched was, “thank god this version is so flexible, I was almost worried.”


The next sight was even more lewd, a fellow rat Mink was literally straddled over a cock the size of Frankie’s fucking arm. A very bottom heavy male, covered from neck to paws in crimson latex. The smooth rubber clung to his wide boy hips wider than his shoulders, a stylized heart tipped his tail and little ram-like horns stuck out of the top of the Mink’s head. His lips were small but pouty and his lips were curved into a woozy smile as his master’s cock rubbed between his massive thighs. 


“Ready to start your daily prayer, Imp.” The human’s voice was almost familiar but Frankie’s mind was too consumed by gooning to dwell on it for more than a second.


The sight of this pathetic rat Mink’s little two incher rubbing against this human’s massive gut buster drove Frankie crazy. His thick thighs and huge rat ass existed to do one thing and the little rat Imp knew it.


“Yes my god,” cooed the rat, his voice nothing more than an adorable little squeak, “bless my mission and fill my insides with your divine seed.”


“I’ll make you go out bloated and broken~”


“Ahhnnngghhh!”


The human’s lifted up the rat, keeping him in a full nelson as his massive meat entered the rat’s rump. Frankie could see a hole in the latex but the rat’s rump was penetrated all the same. His latex clad cheeks rippled from the sudden heavy thrust, his body clearly struggled to handle such a heavy insertion. Yet, he seemed to love every second of being used as a disposable sex-toy. His face shifted to a sloppy ahegao; eyes crossed, jaw slack and drool falling onto his androgynous femboy chest. It was almost a mirror to Frankie who had just started to cum hard.


Frankie squirted as the man started stuffing that thick little Rat bitch. A clear outline of his cock appeared as Frankie’s cunt honey sprayed over her computer seat. Everything went completely white for a moment as Frankie focused on the Rat boy getting pumped full of thick human ball snot. His load made the sissy look nearly nine months pregnant as his seed oozed out of his broken anus. 


She fell back in her seat, her back arching for a moment as her muff melted into slop. The orgasms kept cummign and cumming before Frankie collapsed in place, mewling
“Ooooohnn, heeeeeell, ehehe~ I’m gonna go crazy…” 


Frankie’s eyes fluttered as her brain wallowed in post orgasm bliss. Her eyes fluttered and she couldn’t stop trembling as her cunt gushed. There was so much of her juices on the seat, a sticky puddle of over a weeks’ pent up desires. Frankie knew she’d have to clean up soon or Simon would notice her shame but unfortunately for her—


“I hope not, we’re still very understaffed.”


“Ahhhh, Simon, I—I can, mmnn!” 


Frankie whipped her head back, her words getting clogged in her mouth as she tried to excuse her actions but Simon was already sorting a stack of DVDs. Who knows how long he’d been archiving, listening to Frankie mewl like a horny little rodent. She was so embarrassed, her tail stiffened and cheeks grew flush as she failed to properly articulate herself but Simon didn’t seem to care. 

“Try to get one of the extra stacks or two done before you finish tonight,” he continued giving Frankie a little wave, “then you can go back to having—”


“Wait, wait, wait,” sputtered Frankie, “you’re not mad?”
“Why would I be?” asked Simon.


“I was, you know…” she paused, still a little too prideful to admit she was rubbing her heat consumed cunt to the church’s archived homemade porn. 


“Didn’t you know about the free use policy?” Simon leaned in the door frame.


“Whaaa, no!” Frankie sputtered, hiding her half naked body behind the seat, “why would you have that?!”


“Always feed the fires of passion, their purity provides clarity and stifling them leads to dread,” replied Simon, “The fourth rite of the fourteenth day of revelation.”


“Uhhhnn—huuhn,” Frankie nodded, rolling her eyes a little at the corny scripture. 


“Well if you want a more agnostic explanation, you Minks are a horny bunch and a little… a lot of love making is very good for morale,” continued Simon a smug little smile grew on his pouty nerd lips and Frankie didn’t like it one bit. 


“Hey!”


“It’s true and you’ve seen the results,” Simon replied with a snide little smile, “and I assume this means you didn’t read the entire brochure or actually listen to Ashley?”


“Well that’s…. I… Fuck you!” sputtered Frankie, she was furious at being demeaned; even though Simon was one hundred percent correct and she did not read all the brochure. 


“Come on, let me tease you a little bit for your secret back room goon session~”


Frankie rubbed her face, eyes desperate as she groaned, “Uhhhhhgggg, I’m gonna die!


“Don’t die Frankie, we are understaffed and I need all this stuff digitized,” 


“Ohhh geee, when you say it like that,” mumbled Frankie, getting a little pouty as she crossed her legs and sulked, she’d never been teased so mercilessly. 


“Anyways I wouldn’t want you to die midway through one of my videos. You still should have a good hour of me breaking in that old initiate~” Simon let out a wistful sigh as he leaned over the back of Frankie’s seat.


“What!?”


“This was back when I was working in the lower levels,” he continued, “so many sweet memories training the potential Imps.”


“No fucking way that’s you,” Frankie looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. These videos had to be tampered with because there was no way a creature as small as a human could have a cock this fucking big. He made most Equines and Bulls look small in comparison. She was sure that he was just teasing her some more before he left.


“Don’t believe me?”


“Of course not,” she replied, rolling her eyes, “that’d be like having a me sized dong in your pants.”


“More like two thirds.”


“Whatever, if you want to prove it so bad then why don’t you strip down since there is no problem with it,” she continued, confident Simon wouldn’t bother unless it was with Ashley but….


“Sure,” he shrugged and pulled up his robes.


“H–Huh–Holy fuck!!”


Simon’s cock was literally the size of her leg and crazy thick. It matched her thigh for thickness as the shaft fatted around the tip. Dozens of little veins ran up the sides of his shaft and disappeared under thick foreskin which half-covered a bright pink cock head two times too big to fit in any hole Frankie had. 


“Do you believe me now?”


“I—I be-believe you, just put it away!” she sputtered, covering her face, embarrassed as her eyes poked between her thin little fingers. 


“It’s a little too late to be embarrassed,” Simon’s grin grew, “you’ve already been looking at my cock for who knows how long.”


Frankie’s eyes were spinning, her little jaw was slack as she groaned, “Hhhnnaaa…”


“Though, I suppose I am a bit bigger now,” Simon pressed his cock down against Frankie’s thigh.


“Mmnnnnn!” Frankie’s nose twitched, her expression softening as she felt Simon’s meat pulse against her thigh. She was pretty sure he’d be able to skewer her little rat body like she was limp meat; which was equal parts terrifying and strangely arousing, a fact Frankie was not particularly proud of. 


“I can’t blame you for getting a little—”


“Simon, your presence has been requested by the Archbishop—Ooooh, sorry am I interrupting?” asked Ashley, her big mouse ears trembled and her expression 


Simon gave Frankie a look as she trembled, her expression a mixture of confused arousal as she shivered. He gave her a smile as he replied, “not at all I was just going to get going~”


“Huuuhn…” Frankie looked up, wide eyed and a little confused as Simon resheathed his cock.


“Take a little break, Frankie,” continued Simon as he walked towards the door, “and get some of that pent up stress out of your system.”


“You should look at videos between twelve and thirteen hundred,” Ashley blushed a little, her tail swaying with delight as she cooed, “those are my personal favorites.”


With that the automatic door slid closed, leaving Frankie all alone in her little office. There were all kinds of emotions running through her head. She was embarrassed that she had been caught but felt so annoyed that all she did was squeak like a meek little rodent when Simon teased her for satisfying her heat! Frankie still had her pride, she wasn’t a little Mink pet; yet, why did she feel so jealous when Simon ran off with Ashley, leaving her completely alone with too much pornography and a deep need.