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The bold red of her cock stabbed skyward, a hot iron of forbidden desire in the cool air, lit through her window by the light of the waning, crescent moon. She desperately wanted to touch it. To taste it and put her mouth around it. More than anything in this moment of weakness, she wished to plunge it into the embrace of the most gorgeous creature she'd ever seen, the Ivory Vixen.\nSitting alone in her modest dorm room, Bobbie wasn’t supposed to think these thoughts. She was a righteous Paladin in-training, an Acolyte almost to graduation. A Paladin was not supposed to be entranced by the foul tower of sin rising from her own lap, inches from her white-furred muzzle, her eyes crossed to focus on it. \nIt twitched as she flexed it, teasing her with how close it would be to her own mouth if not for her second, freakish deformity: a pair of breasts of remarkable size, heavy and bulky, each one the size of her skull. They were still restrained in the custom-fitted, metal breastplate of her suit of armor and in moments like these, the extra barrier helped keep the bestial urges of her perverse body at bay. She knew she could reach it though.\nShe hated the way she had developed, a freakish anomaly of nature according to the strictly religious doctors of the Abbey. Once she'd been a lanky boy with an out-of-proportion sheath but at puberty she was as surprised as anyone to grow into an outrageously curvaceous, feminine form, with wide hips, a narrow waist and an enormous chest. Her figure was now the epitome of boyish fantasies that she herself was guilty of, with a weight and bulk that was now always in her way. Despite her vow of chastity she was attracted to females before she had developed into what she could only rationalize as a She.\nMost of the other, all-male acolytes would admit some attraction to women but she was the only one who saw a pair of giant, teenage breasts every time she looked down. Breasts she had to resist wrapping around her cock every time she got an erection. \nShe hated the way her own body had turned her on but through calm of mind, learned through years of meditation practice, she could control that self-disgust.\nWhat she was less confident in controlling was how her body reacted to a particular Initiate Priestess, a stunning beauty she knew only as the Ivory Vixen. She hadn’t heard her voice. She didn’t know her name. While she’d only seen her from afar, she was entirely irresistible. \n“The Abbey of Ferridor’s Righteous Right Hand” was the premiere academy for elite Paladins and Priestesses, with an extensive, seminary wing for the training of both. Segregated from the main compound, The Academy was split again by gender into two, long, parallel buildings. One for the all-male Paladin Acolytes, of which she was considered and the other for the all-female Priestess Initiates. The two were separated by a broad lawn, an easily-surveilled No Man’s Land that prevented fraternizing. The boys and girls could see each other from across the yard but never intermingled except on special, supervised occasions. \nShe had seen many Initiates over the years but the Ivory Vixen stood out the way Bobbi herself must have: a wildly curvaceous body that the modest robes of a trainee couldn’t hide. Fur not unlike her own but more yellowish to Bobbi's grey and white. Striking, ginger hair stood out in a crowd and piercing, green eyes had caught hers repeatedly from afar. They were the only two, female foxes in the whole Abbey with pale fur instead of red, something said to be more common far north. \nTheir similarities made her wonder if all of their kind developed to such extremes. The only other light-colored fox among the Acolytes was a male named Domantas, who she’d seen from the locker rooms was endowed more like a horse than any other vulpine or canine, giving credence to the idea it was their entire species that matured this way.\nThe Fathers of the Brotherhood preached that the penis had a mind of their own, and that mind was a powerful persuader. It was the focus of all masculine sin. The bigger it was, the louder it would tempt them, one of them had added to her, personally. If that were true, Bobbi’s was a devil. Nothing would tempt them from the path of righteousness than the desires of their penises and Bobbi had seen few others near the size of hers. Only the horses and the fox, Domantas.\nShe was fresh from training, still in her full suit of plate armor, the sweat cooling beneath metal, padding and fur. Only her helmet and codpiece were removed, the former carried back under her arm and the latter desperately unbuckled the moment she was in private.\nIt was a test of her chastity. Her faith in their God, Ferridor the Builder. Total mastery of the self was foundational to the strength of a Holy Paladin. Resisting temptation only made her stronger.\nBobbi closed her eyes and stilled her breath, focusing on the cool air entering her lungs through her nose and the hot breath exiting out her mouth. It was torture but she was trained to resist torture. With her breathing under control she stood up and began to methodically remove her armor. \nIt was best done with a squire but students didn’t have squires and the Abbey's signature design was built to be adorned and removed alone, though it took some time. She removed each plate and wiped it clean, then set them on the display shelf across from her bed. A mirror helped with the hard-to-reach straps and was required to make sure every acolyte was presentable to Godly standards every morning, but she kept hers angled toward the door, to only use when necessary.\nThe breastplate was the last hard piece to come off, before hanging the padded undershirt and pants. She stripped down the rest of the way and hung her undergarments to air dry, breathing deeply the entire time. She still was in control. \nNude, she waved her hand over two buckets of water, one soapy and one not, warming them both with a minor spell. Fetching a sponge then, she cleaned herself, slow and carefully. Her face and hair. Her neck and shoulders. Her breasts and the void between them. Her penis, scrotum and the void behind it. Under her tail and the crack of her rump. As long as she went slow enough, she was grooming, not indulging in temptation. While thorough, she lingered no more than necessary to be properly clean.\nAfterward, she dried with a towel and fetched a nightshirt from her small dresser, one she’d custom cut and sewn from a bedsheet to fit her. She pulled it over her head and down to her erection, which hadn’t subsided at all, defying her. \nBobbi wondered what life would be like with the Ivory Vixen. If they might ever be assigned on the same mission. What her personality was like. How she sounded when she spoke. There were rumors of Paladins of other orders that were allowed to get married. Children were not in the plan for Bobbi but if she had them with her, they would be magnificent and beautiful.\nThe vixen acolyte laid down on her bed, on her back, reciting prayers in her head until the weight of her chest shortened her breath enough to roll onto her side. Eventually, she fell asleep.\nChapter 2\n“Eyes up, Dax!” She pulled her gloved punch, before it landed on the inattentive hare.\n“Owww! Bobbi!”\n“Eyes UP!”\n“I wasn’t staring at your…”\nBobbi snapped her extended fist back under her muzzle, elbows clamped around her breasts to secure them. “I know, Dax. You were staring at Renley again. I don’t get what you see in him.”\n“He’s gorgeous.”\n“He’s a snake.”\n“He’s a skunk.”\nHer friend, Dax the hare, was a foot shorter than Bobbi and much slighter in stature. He was fast, when he could focus but she had the advantage of reach and strength.\nHe swung and she stepped back, clear of his fist. Sparring her probably wasn't the best practice for him either, with his obvious fear of punching the breasts that dominated her chest. \n“You know what I mean.”\n“BOBBI! DAX!” The quartermaster barked from a short tower he used to supervise the training yard. “LESS TALKING! MORE FIGHTING!” \nThey exchanged a few punches silently, blocking and dodging. Dax looked back to the quartermaster, who'd turned his attention elsewhere, and Bobbi resisted the cheap shot but tapped his shoulder to make sure he knew she could have. He ignored it.\n“You know he’s only mean to you because he’s jealous of you. Either that or he likes you.”\n“No, he’s mean.” She threw a jab and he juked. “Not just to me. To everyone. No excuses. What about Sylas? Strong, silent type?”\n“He’s a lion. Those teeth scare me.” He swung back and she twisted under it, despite her superior height.\n“C’mon Dax. It’s not like I’m a small target. And you shouldn’t be thinking about any of them like that.”\nThe rust-colored rabbit grinned and punched again, clipping her chest. “The way you think about the Ivory Vixen?”\n“Ow! Yes, exactly like that.” She countered and he ducked, then she caught him low, square on the muzzle. “It’s not in the cards for any of us.”\n“You saw her yesterday, right?”\n“Of course I did.”\n“Watching you?”\nBobbi paused. “I didn't know she was watching me…”\nDax took advantage and jabbed, bopping her muzzle. “Rabbit punch!”\n“OWWWW!”\n“You seriously didn’t notice? You’re like twins. The only female foxes with light fur. The only two in this whole place with gigantic boobs? Yes, she was looking at you.”\nBobbi swung a hook and Dax feigned, then he jabbed and she sidestepped. A jab and a cross caught the hare in his shiny, black nose. \n“I know you like her, but she’s bad news. Rumor is she came for filth and is bottom of the class. She might even flunk out of school.”\n“They’re just jealous of her.”\n“Speaking of other foxes, did you hear about Domantas?”\n“He’s the only person who’s nice to me here. What about him?”\n“He’s in the stockades.”\n“What did he do!?”\n“Not sure. Apparently he lied about his birthright on the application to the Academy. He said he was part of the Royal Family in some faraway Kingdom but they replied after a year saying they didnt know a thing about him.”\n“He never said anything about being royalty. But aren’t all of your parents rich? Does it matter?”\nDax sighed and threw an easily-dodged punch. Bobbi slipped it across her back.\n“Not if you’re adopted by the Order, like you. But if you say you’re from a family…”\n“Who cares? The program determines who is good enough. If the only lie Domantas told was to the admission board, he shouldn’t be in the stockades. This place is too exclusive anywOOOOOOWWW!”\nA fist from outside caught her in the breast, harder than anyone should be swinging. Dax saw the look on her face and raised his gloves in innocence.\n“Sorry, ROBERT FERRISON.” It was Renley the skunk, withdrawing his hand back into a ready stance. He’d gotten close while she was lost in the sparring and several of his larger, duller friends were gathered behind him. “It’s confusing to try to learn to fight real men with those big tits jiggling around.”\nBobbi gritted her teeth, hiding the wince of discomfort and bubbling of rage from Renley’s insults as she towered over the handsome, smug prick. She wasn't especially tall among the boys of the student body, but he was short, barely taller than Dax.\n“They’re just so freakish and in the way! You sure you don’t want to join the Priestesses? You’d fit right in with the other bimbo. Better yet, the two of you could drop out and go to Whore School instead. Maybe a dairy?”\nThe boys gathered behind him laughed and hawed. Renley was a prick but a charismatic one, at least for the kind of dull, student body destined for Paladinhood. Everyone seemed to love him for some reason, even Dax. He wouldn’t get to her. She was in control of her emotions, and was used to this.\nThe skunk had led her torment even before her unexpected development. She was a toddler when the Abbey had rescued her from parents she couldn't remember but was assured by her teachers, had been evil and cruel. \nShe entered the Paladin program around the same age as the rest of them but not from the same path. Their families had money and power to jockey their sons, often second or third-born, into the prestige of Paladinhood. With Bobbi, known as Robert back then, she was a ward of the Abbey they didn’t know what else to do with. Renley and his lot had unfortunately learned this after a young Robert had never considered the need to keep it a secret.\nYears later, when they all began to hit puberty, Bobbi was both too good of a student and too far along to expel, despite some of the Master Paladins' best efforts. “Unprecedented“ they described her transformation as and while it challenged the order’s rules, it took some thorough analysis to confirm it was natural and not magical or demonic in nature. \nTechnically, they concluded, she was still a male of the species and her advanced Paladin spellcasting suggested she was favored by Ferridor. After drawn-out arguments that laid bare what some of the administrator's thought of her, she would remain in the program.\nRenley only made things worse for her after that. He took every opportunity to remind her she was an abomination of nature and no matter what she looked like and called herself now, she was born a boy.\n“You know my name. You act like you forget, as if forgetting makes you witty but it just makes you seem stupid.”\nA whistle blew. The disruption hadn’t been missed by the quartermaster. They weren’t sparring any more and any further blows would be a fight.\n“At least I’m not a freak. With hair, tits and hips, like a BITCH.”\nShe readied in a defensive stance. “You treat people like that and call yourself a man of Faith? You embarrass yourself and the rest of us.” \nThe whistle blew again, longer and louder.\n“FERRIDOTTIR! To the tower. NOW!”\nThe quartermaster had seen the crowd, forming around the two but as usual, he only called only her. She was used to it. The orphan acolyte didn’t have powerful, wealthy parents who funded the Abbey like Renley and the rest of them did. \nThe quartermaster knew she wouldn't take the bait from him or his toadies but it was enough to see she was thinking it. Popular or not, she knew she could have shattered Renley’s muzzle with her forehead before any of them could react. All of the Paladin acolytes could cast healing spells on one another by now but it might’ve made him reconsider his torment, for him to experience that particular pain first. Now she was being watched.\nShe glared at Renley for a long moment then rolled her eyes away and withdrew to the quartermaster’s tower.\n“You’re a sad excuse for a man, Robert.” The skunk averted his eyes from the quartermaster as he spoke. \n“You’re a sad excuse for a Paladin, Renley.”\nChapter 3\nIt was the middle of the night when something stirred Bobbi from her sleep. Uncommon noise. Muffled. Sneaking. There was movement in the corridors of the Abbey. She was tense and alert but waited, listening for more. There was nothing. It was gone. A bad dream?\nA paladin was nothing without vigilance and she knew better than to assume the best of suspicions, so she slipped out of bed and listened at the door. Silence. She pulled the handle but the door didn’t move. It shouldn’t. The doors were locked nightly from the hallway but the sentries who patrolled didn’t try to be quiet like whoever had passed before did. \nStepping back and pausing, she perked her ears. Something outside. She turned and went to the window, overlooking a courtyard that should be empty at night. It was not. It had rained and the gloss of wetness made the movement of everything easier to see and her vulpine eyes were sharper than most. \nAlong the hedges that broke up the field between the two buildings of the seminary wing, figures shifted in the darkness. People in black fatigues moved away from the Abbey. Invaders? But why would they be moving away?\nShe tensed for a moment until she recognized one, Henry, a white-furred mink. Another, Trenton, a cat and a recently ordained Paladin who now guarded the armory. These were other Acolytes and a few recent graduates, by the tens, moving under the cover of the cloudy sky and new moon.\nSome kind of special training? Of everyone but her?\nAcross the yard, she saw more of them. Feminine silhouettes filing out of the Priestess Academy, disappearing against the hedges and heading in the same direction. None of them were allowed to be out at night, nor were they allowed to be fraternizing! But there were so many of them, coming out of both buildings, all teenage in stature.\nA group of female Initiates interrupted the single file flow, shouldering open the double doors. There were six girls carrying a seventh, bound, gagged and resisting. Impossible curves jostled violently as she squirmed. The Ivory Vixen! The others seemed to struggle with her size and she was fighting as they carried her into the darkness. \nBobbi clenched her jaw and followed the lines to the Abbey’s south wall, where two ladders had been erected. Students were starting to climb over and out of the campus, toward the thick forest beyond. \nThere was no justification for this. Paladins and Priestesses were not trained to skulk around in the shadows. None of them were armed or armored and they had obvious, malicious intent for the Ivory Vixen. \nShe turned away from the window and rushed to her armor. If Trenton was out with the others, the armory would be unguarded and she could fetch her weapon as well. Dressing herself in a hurry was something she’d practiced to rote in drills and she was suited up before the last of them had poured over the ladders.\nShe gave the door a forceful shove then and that should have been enough. The \"locks\" were supposed to just be sticks, not enough to actually trap them inside, in case there was a fire. They were for the administrators to know if anyone left in the night. \nBobbi's door was braced with something far more substantial. She gritted her teeth and kicked the door with a heavy boot, again and again until the door itself started to come apart. She finally broke it enough to reveal a discreet, metal rod had been placed behind her stick, reinforcing the lock without being obvious to any sentries passing by.. She reached through the splinters and ripped it away, then kicked open the door to stagger out into the empty hall.\nOnly silence greeted her. Every other door was closed, locks in place.\nShe ran to Dax’s room, several dorms down but it was as silent as the rest. A quiet knock received no reply so she pulled the stick out of the slot and opened his dorm. His bed was empty and unmade, his armor still in place. She checked the next dorm, then the next. All empty.\nThrough the halls of the Abbey, she ran straight to the armory in the dim, torchlight of the hall. The whole thing was unguarded and abandoned, not even by the usual sentries that patrolled the halls. She leapt over the counter and down the row of swords until she found hers: a two-handed greatsword with an extra long grip, to make handling it around her chest easier. \nNow armed and armored, she rushed out for the nearest door into the now empty yard. It was raining again. She raced to the closest ladder, up, over and out of the campus, joining the rest of her peers in their blatant violation of the rules.\nThey were easy to track for all the footprints left behind. The mud and wet sheen made it obvious to her sharp eyes, even in the darkness of the cloud-shrouded, new moon. There were so many of them that the scent could be followed despite the weather. \nThe single file lines of the Paladin Acolytes and Priestess Initiates had merged into one group outside the wall and headed down a well-cleared trail into the thick woods. Bobbi rushed after, careful of the hazards of the forest at night until she heard a commotion ahead. Slowing down as she approached, she quieted the rattling of her armor in her advance. What could they be up to?\nThere was torchlight in the darkness and the path opened up to a clearing, where she stopped at its edge.\nAt least forty of her peers had come together, most if not all of the final class of trainees which included ages sixteen and up, males and females. The men were in their training fatigues and the women in dark robes. There were six torches among them and beyond them all was a single, fallen tree trunk that had been erected, with underbrush, kindling and larger, broken branches being gathered at the base by several of them. The Ivory Vixen was tied to it by an excessive amount of rope and two of her fellow initiates were securing it behind her. \n“For the Paladin Acolytes who do not know me, my name is Orealia. You all know why we’re here,” a black-furred feline Priestess Initiate emerged from the crowd. “Our educators are bound by laws and rules but their mercy has invited corruption to infest our Order.”\n“We’ve seen it ourselves,” one of the male torchbearers stepped up beside her. It was Renley. Of course it was him, to rally their fellows into misbehavior. “We’ve tolerated liars and abominations in our midst and been told that is not our place to judge. But this one… the sins of this one, who is set to be ordained within weeks, cannot be allowed to stain our Holy ranks.”\nThe feline took over again. “No one knew how Velaria Firantus came to us, two years ago but we all knew she didn’t want to be here. She did not appreciate this gift, even if it might redeem her rotten soul.”\nThe Ivory Vixen, Velaria Firantus. \nIt was as beautiful a name as she was. \n“Scraping by in her course work, only passing because she happened to have a natural aptitude for spellcasting that endeared her to our teachers. But it seems they were blind to who she really is. Tell them what you found in the hall of records, Madeline.”\nA bookish possum in wire-framed glasses hesitated to emerge from the crowd, her posture hunched and nervous as she cleared her throat. “Velaria Firantus was sent here to the Sisterhood of Ferridor’s Righteous Right Hand to avoid a life sentence for crimes against all nature and virtue. She had sexual relations with…”\n“WE HAVE COMPANY!” a young woman interrupted with a shout.\nChapter 4\n“IT’S BOBBI!” a boy yelled and pointed at her. So much for sneaking.\nThe crowd turned almost in unison to see her. She stepped out from the treeline her sword hefted over her shoulder. \n“Come, join us Bobbi,” Renley called across the clearing, using her real name for what might have been the first time ever. “We didn’t think you had it in you, to administer justice unless the books told you to. But maybe we all misjudged you. Join us and prove you are one of us.” \nRenley’s words barely registered as the Ivory Vixen, Velaria looked right at her, pleading with her eyes. She barely minded his words but what she heard was deception.\n“You think you know better than the Order, the Keepers of the Laws of our Father, of who deserves what punishment?” Bobbi shouted back and started towards them. “So many of you are here only at the graces of your family’s wealth and privilege yet you question who the Fathers choose to admit? Who they choose to offer redemption to?”\n“You don’t even know what she did, freak,” Orealia hissed. \n“If you know, they know. And they admitted her.” She stopped, realizing she might need the advantage of space. Would they really attack her? “And I know we don’t do this. For all of the blood that our Order has spilled, we haven’t burned people alive for a hundred years. It’s forbidden and it’s barbaric. Whatever she did, her justice is not yours to administer.”\nThe crowd shuffled. There were so many of them. They seemed to be confused why she wasn't backing down. If only they'd gotten to know her, it wouldn't be a surprise.\n“Of course one freak would stand up for another,” Renley growled. “Fine. Run home and tell on us.”\nThe rain was getting heavier and Bobbi scanned over them in the darkness. Necks and chests were missing the shine of their Holy Symbols. Maybe because they would jingle and glisten in their attempts to be stealthy or maybe because they all knew this was an act of blasphemy. Either way, without their holy symbols as a focus, their spellcasting would be limited, if possible at all. None of them had brought obvious weapons. They weren’t expecting resistance or a fight. They were expecting a murder.\nShe recognized the faces from her school and considered who among them would be the biggest threat. If this escalated, it would be for her life. There was Henry, a timber wolf who was a skilled swordsman, but had no sword and more importantly, didn’t have the clenched jaw and steely eyes of man with conviction. Not like Renley did.\nClaude was a towering alligator with fearsome jaws and it was never easy to read his expression but his yellow eyes shifted with uncertainty. Sylas, the lion was deeper in the crowd and similarly listless. Few among them were as bloodthirsty as Renley and Orealia were and that would help if it did come to violence.\n“Run home while you burn our classmate to death. You go home, Renley. All of you, go home.”\nThe gathered mass of students rippled with apprehension and even the skunk and the feline priestess weren’t immune. The movement revealed rabbit ears, held down, hiding behind the towering lion. \n“Dax, I checked your dorm. I see you there. I’m very disappointed you thought this was a good idea.” Dax shamefully emerged, head hung low, averting his eyes.\n“What are you going to do, Bobbi? Fight us all?” Renley said.\n“What are YOU going to do, Renley? Kill two of your classmates and hope the Inquisitors, supreme investigators of crimes and transgressions, don’t figure it out?” The crowd shuffled more. \n“You think the Inquisitors will care?” Orealia laughed, bellowing with put-on drama. “About you two? We are Holy Orders, bound to vows of chastity. To stand as representatives of Ferridor to the sinful and weak masses of this corrupted land. \n“It’s clear to all of us and to every one of them just looking at you, that neither of you have any place in that. Freakish foxes from a faraway place, your bodies made for lust and temptation. No one would believe you are Paladins and Priestesses of anything but the whore Goddess, Adona. Or just plain whores. Maybe your ash-colored fur means you were born of demonesses! Bastard spawn of incubi or succubi.”\nShe had the attention of the crowd and Renley stepped up to join her.\n“You remember how the Inquisitors didn’t know what to do with you, when you developed into the abomination you are now, Robert. You went from another weird kid in the class to the embodiment of male temptation. We are separated by boys and girls because we must be chaste. We’re supposed to ignore your feminine curves and obscene breasts jiggling every time you train, because of nature’s sick joke and our Master’s guilty consciences? Challenging the teenage instincts we are here to transcend, then twisting it again with that grotesque reminder between your legs that you make us all lust for a BOY. We can all see how that confusion has rubbed off on your so-called friend, Dax.”\nSteps from Renley, Dax’s eyes widened and he hung his head lower still. If the others had known, they never mentioned it before. He went to the shorter hare and placed a hand on his shoulder. His voice was quiet now but the forest was quieter. \n“It’s okay, Dax. We all know that you like boys.” The gasps of the crowd suggested they didn’t in fact, all know. “We know you’re twisted this way because of her. You can still be redeemed.” He turned back to Bobbi and stepped forward.\n“But not you, Robert Ferrison. You’re a Trojan Horse of temptation, so blatantly built for sin that one might believe you were sent here to destroy The Order from within. You tempt every one of us with foul thoughts just by existing, Bobbi, and you tempt every one of the Inquisitors too. They’ll be so relieved to be rid of you. And I think you know it as well as I do.”\nThis was what she had trained for. Not sword fighting. Not the magic but the fortitude it took, to not give them a hair’s twitch of a reaction, even as the truth of their cruelty shredded her stomach like a barrage of arrows and the padding under her armor grew damp with cold, nervous sweat.\nPast her classmates, her eyes lifted to see Velaria’s eyes locked on hers, somehow also at ease despite being tied up and helpless. The corner of her mouth was curled into a wry grin and it flooded her with confidence and faith. Velaria wasn’t afraid for her life. She had a champion.\nBobbi raised her nose an inch and her gaze back down to Orealia and Renley. Her clenched jaw and lips betrayed a formative growl and she had to force her jaw to unlock so she could speak.\n“You wish to kill Velaria for crimes she’s been forgiven for and you wish to kill me for my appearance.” She lowered her sword from her shoulder and brought it to bear. She raised her voice as she continued, to address them all. “Disregard whatever you think of me or of her, like we are taught to do about the people that we help.. If you have ever thought about justice and the truth behind our teachings, take no step forward and you will be spared. Come at me or move to her and you will die with disgrace, for the judgment of Ferridor is mine to deliver.” \nMaybe Dax would reconsider. Some of the others, perhaps. But Renley had said what so many of them had obviously thought. Bobbi was aware of the attention her body received from their classmates, as they all learnt to be chaste together. That was the danger in Renleys’ words: she knew they were true and she saw the fire in their collective eyes.\n“Get her!” Renley commanded and the crowd lurched into action, all traces of the individual vanishing into a charging horde, crossing the clearing towards her in the pouring rain. They rushed her, unarmed and without the brunt of their magic. \nWhat he should have said was ‘kill her, with everything you can throw at her.” Their spells individually, would be their feeblest versions but if coordinated and concentrated against her, she might already be dead. Even without the aid of their Holy Symbols, they’d be better off surrounding her and throwing rocks than charging their armed and armored classmate.\nStill, she would slice a few with her sword before they would dogpile her and tear her apart, if they were devout enough to not defile her first. She needed to do more than fight them. Fingers clenched her Holy Symbol and she cast the most potent spell she knew: an air bomb meant for destroying waves of the undead at once, with the epicenter as a small, hot and blinding sun.\n“UKRADI MOJE SUNCE!” the Paladin bellowed the incantation toward the black sky, in a violent prayer to a wrathful God.\nThe night was in an instant, day, with an orb of brilliant, blinding fire over Bobbi’s head. Right before she closed her eyes, she noticed how the light bounced against the bottoms of the darkest, thickest clouds she’d ever seen. \nIt lasted for some seconds, burning bright through her eyelids until it disappeared with a wave of cold. Raindrops resumed, now steaming as they landed on the warm steel of her dry armor.\nThe crowd was scattered, halfway to her. Some had stopped to cover their eyes while others had slipped in the mud or tripped on the forest floor. The first two to recover were furious as they pounced to their feet, a wolverine and a dog, blinded more by rage than light and she had no choice but to defend herself.\nThe wolverine lunged and she sidestepped, letting her Holy Symbol fall back to hang from her neck and seizing a second-hand grip on her long-pommeled blade. She didn’t swing so much as let him jump into it and it was already halfway through his belly when she twisted it away to crouch and brace it, tip first for the charging dog’s heart. \nHe ran himself through but his weight knocked her onto her back, giving her a brief glimpse of the black sky, now churning like a boiling cauldron. In a moment, the view was blocked with her lifeless classmate fallen on her, his expression mercifully frozen in the rage. At least it was quick. His name was Nemi.\nNemi’s body above her pushed the pommel of her weapon into the mud. She hurried to shove him off her, bracing herself into a squat to lift him off the blade when she saw the churning clouds were now crackling with energy. \nBeyond the chaos of the clearing and the mob regaining their sight, trying to find their target underneath one of their own, she spotted Velaria. Her robes were snapping in the angry wind and her arms had somehow come free of their bonds. She held them high in the air. \nIt was clear now from the black, crackling clouds, she was about to summon Lightning in the middle of a rainstorm and Bobbi and her sword were the biggest, single metal object in the open field!\n“Get on the ground and hold the sword! Gauntlets off!” the Ivory Vixen shouted out to her. It was the first time she’d heard her speak and her voice was like a song, almost distracting her from the fight. \nBobbi nodded and obeyed, letting herself fall back into the mud as others began to spot her and converge. She rolled over, flinging off one gauntlet, then the other. Leather gloves around the blade, she was sandwiched between Nemi’s body and the earth, all the while feeling the static in the air making her thick fur try to rise in defiance of the wet dirt that covered it. They were coming for her but they slowed, starting to notice the charge all around them.\nThe second blinding light of the melee preceded the apocalyptic crunch of energy and somewhere after both of them came the agony of electrocution. It cracked and circled, first through her sword, then jumping to the ground and her armor, spreading through the tiny rivers of connected puddles in the thickness of the rain. \nShe didn’t understand electricity or what Velaria had done, but she trusted the orders were in the best interest of her survival. In the moments after, the pain was a welcome sensation. It meant she was alive. \nScreams, yelps, whimpers and pathetic gargles surrounded her as she clenched her blade and peeked out, while it felt like her eyeballs were trying to push out of her skull. Arcs of lightning jumped from body to body through the air, troughs and pools of water, until every one of them collapsed. No one but Velaria remained on their feet and she started to undo the ropes around her.\nFinally, it was quiet and still but for some lingering groans of agony. The smell of ozone and burnt fur overwhelmed the freshness of the heavy rain. She had been electrocuted like the rest of them but the sword drove in the ground had somehow helped her bypass the worst of it. Fur and hair stool on end everywhere it wasn’t pushed down by armor or caked mud. Her muscles responded when she went to stand.\nQuick but wobbly to her feet, a glance around took in the entirety of the gathered crowd, still on the ground. In the now quiet, rainy clearing between them, bodies smoked, some still and others rolling in pain.\nChapter 5\nBobbi grabbed her sword and tugged it from Nemi’s body, pushing him over to get his weight off. She fetched her gauntlets then, tucking them under her arm before she started toward the other vixen. \nSylas, the lion was the first one she recognized, still writhing in pain on the ground and she slid to her knees at his side, barely noticing Velaria shaking her head.\n“I forgive you, Sylas. Don’t pursue us,” she said and pushed her hand into his shirt to touch his bare chest. He closed his eyes and lowered his head in a shameful nod. Fingers grew warm and glowed from beneath his clothes as Bobbi muttered an incantation of Minor Healing. “Help the others. Do. Not. Pursue us.” \n“Are you going to save them all so they can try to kill us again?! We don’t have time for this!” Velaria shouted back, working to free herself from the ropes that bound her body and legs to the tree.\nBobbi sprang up and gathered speed, heavy boots splashing in the mud. Velaria was wrong yet right. If she could heal a few of them, who could heal the rest, everyone who could live, would and hopefully be smart enough to not further engage.\nWhere the head of the crowd had been, she spotted Dax, writhing and smoking, with his hand around the ankle of the first of them to stagger to his feet: it was Renley. \n“Let go of me, traitor!” the skunk growled, oblivious to Bobbi’s approach behind him. He fished in the mud for a heavy rock then lifted it with two hands over his head. \n“Renley!” she barked, now charging, her blade coiled to strike and he turned his attention to her. He drew the rock back over his shoulder, ready to heft it but the throw would be weak. Her course didn't change until he released it in a slow, predictable parabola, then she juked out of its path, running at him with the pointed end first.\nWhat would killing Renley mean?\nRenley and Orealia were the ringleaders. This was their fault. And if they could revive the others, they might persuade them to pursue and get more of their classmates hurt or killed. Without them, the rest might give up and whatever punishment the Abbey decided on for them, at least they would live. Blood was already on Renley’s hands. The wolverine and Nemi were riled up to their death because of him. If any of them were dead from the lighting, it was because of the orchestration of Renley and Orealia.\nThe case for sparing him didn’t come easily. They were defeated and yet he hadn’t learned a thing. Dax, it appeared, had stopped him from charging and Renley was going to kill him for that. Then he was so blinded by his hatred of her, he chose a futile attack over the shame of surrender.\nHer body slammed into his and his face came up to meet hers, wide-eyed as she ran him through with the entirety of her sword, lifting him off the ground. She skidded to a stop and he kept going, flying clear of her weapon and presenting the massive wound that split his chest. It was the first time she'd seen fear in his eyes, wide open and locked on her.\n“We have to go!” Velaria pleaded, stepping out of the loosened ropes, a feral raccoon jumping down from the post behind her and running off, towards the clearing. Did someone else help her to get free? The Ivory Vixen watched as well, looking every bit as confused. The feral animal scurried into the battlefield and straight to the possum girl, Madeline, who had been called on by Oreila to read the vixen’s crimes. She was barely moving, her body steaming in the rain and the raccoon licked at her face. Velaria hesitated before she ran to her.\nBobbi looked around again. A few others were starting to get up but none with the eagerness to fight. A badger named Stephen locked eyes with her, then lied back down.\nSafe for the moment, she set down her sword and knelt at Dax’s side, healing him while Velaria healed Madeline.\n“I’m sorry, Bobbi. This was all wrong. I let them convince me…”\nBobbi put her finger to his nose and mouth, with the warmth of another Healing spell. “You’re going to be okay, Dax. Don’t let them convince you to be anything you aren’t.”\n“We have to go now!” A hand fell on her shoulder and she swore she could feel the warmth of her touch through the steel pauldron. Velaria was next to her but turning to look only poked her muzzle into the softness of her breast. She’d never been so close to the vixen and her heart raced.\n“She’s right, Bobbi. You have to go! Renley is a bastard but he wasn’t wrong about the Abbey. They’ll find a way to blame you for this.” He looked up to Velaria then with a weak cough, “Take care of my girl. She’s a good one. And she likes you.”\nVelaria squatted low and flung her arms around her, hands planting on the armor over her breasts. No one else had ever touched them before, breastplate or not and she flushed as she was lifted to her feet. “Come on… Bobbi. Let’s go.”\nThe Ivory Vixen knew her name. At least now she did. And she’d grabbed her chest. And so despite the swirl of emotions, fear and guilt over lives taken, she felt her cock throb to life in her codpiece.\n“Bobbi!” Velaria spun her to shake her by the shoulders, mashing a massive, soft bust to her unmoving, armored one. They were face to face. Muzzle to muzzle. Then mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue. Neither of them started it, she was sure. It just happened, as natural as the falling rain.\nVelaria was the one to break the kiss. “We need to run! These three can heal the others.” Her head snapped to look at Madeline who was standing up on shaky legs, the raccoon perched on her shoulder. “Heal Orelia last, if you must save her at all.” \n“I’m so sorry, Velaria.” The possum girl spoke. “I never should have told her what I learned. We all make mistakes.”\nVelaria gave a disdainful huff and Bobbi just watched her. Seeing her jump back into action after their intimate moment, made her all the more enticing but Bobbi could deal with her feelings later.\nShe slipped on her gauntlets and flung her blade clean of the blood of three of her classmates… three attackers, before resheathing it. \nStanding together over the field of defeated students, writhing in pain or trying to stand on shaky legs, Velaria took her hand and they ran away from the Abbey, into the black of the moonless night and the weight of what they had done.\nChapter 6\nWith two pairs of fox eyes, they were well-suited for navigating the woods at night, with Velaria’s loose robes the biggest challenge, as stray branches grabbed and snagged at them. Others in their class could also see at night but with Renley dead and Orealia's fate unknown, it was hard to imagine the rest of them rallying to pursue. \nThe two stopped once to listen, then again, and later several more times. There was no sign of pursuit. \n“Tomorrow, it might be Inquisitors,” Bobbi panted. “We need to get as far away from here as possible. If we can reach the river, we can disappear forever.”\nVelaria nodded, with her hands on her knees, catching her breath for a moment before the Paladin took a hand and led her to follow. After a while, they found themselves on a path and running was easier. Veleria crossed her arms over her chest to restrain them, then ran with more speed. \nBobbi was sweating and the much-less-physically trained Velaria was almost hyperventilating by the time they reached the small river in the valley behind the Abbey. The path came to a bridge crossing it and the tiny dock with several canoes and rowboats off to the side. \n“We’ll take a boat down river,” Bobbi spoke and Velaria nodded. “That one.” She pointed to the longest canoe. “Nothing else here can seat as many men as that one. Fewer to chase us.” \nHer heavy boots clopped on the wood planks and she ran to the canoe, untying its mooring before she noticed Velaria lagging behind. She'd stopped at the first boat of the dock and her hand held to the rope that secured it. It aged and wilted until it disintegrated to dust, the obvious result of some minor cantrip. \nVelaria pushed the freed boat away with her foot then saw Bobbi was watching.\n“If they’re going to use these to chase us, why leave any of them at all?”\nBobbi hissed out a sigh but she was right: they were running for their lives. People were dead.. Property crime was inconsequential now. She drew a small knife and set about helping until every canoe but the biggest was loose and moving towards the middle of the river. They boarded, Velaria first with the help of Bobbi’s offered hand, then Bobbi herself, who pushed them off the dock with a long oar. After some maneuvering under the bridge, they joined the flotilla of unmanned boats, caught in a surprisingly strong current.\n“There’s a waterfall at some point. We can’t fall asleep in the boat,” the robed vixen said as she folded her hands between her knees.\nThe Paladin affirmed. “Alright. We’ll make some distance then steer ashore for the night.” \n“So… “\n“Yeah…”\n“Are you okay?”\n“I defended myself against an unjust attack. I wish that I hadn’t had to but I did what needed to be done.” Bobbi nodded, affirming it to herself before looking up to the Ivory Vixen’s enchanting eyes. “What about you? You may have killed more of them than me.”\n“Perhaps but it saved both of us from that unjust attack “\nShe dipped her head again. “Thank you.”\n“They’d have burned me at the stake if you hadn’t showed up. Madeline didn’t send her little friend to untie me until you stood up to them. We are even, when it comes to saving each other’s lives, Bobbi.”\nSilence followed and after a long moment, Velaria spoke again. “I guess this sort of changed the whole trajectory of our futures.”\n“So much for being a Paladin.”\n“I didn’t actually care about being a Priestess,” she said with a heavy breath. “They weren’t wrong. Coming hto the Academy was my redemption for my supposed crimes and it turns out I’m a pretty good conduit for the grace of Ferridor. I can sling spells in circles around most of the girls in my class and I’m probably the only one who’s not a virgin.”\n“You don’t kiss like a virgin,” Bobbi blurted out then averted her eyes.\nVelaria leaned in, her chest filling all the space between the elbows she planted on her knees, her eyes locked on Bobbi’s. “Lucky for you.”\nBobbi was silent and Velaria gave a playful nudge with her foot. “Hey. I’ve had sex with ONE boy. And it got me sent here. I’m not exactly what they call a slut, anywhere but an Abbey.”\nBobbi’s eyes darted around, avoiding hers.\n“Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Ferridor knows I don’t regret it yet I’m top of my class in using magic in his name. Maybe that whole chastity thing doesn’t work the way they say it does?”\nShe huffed a laugh then and sat back again. “So, what’s your deal, Bobbi? Weird name for a girl, even a girl with a dick. Which is a new one for me.”\n“The name is?”\n“The dick is. On a girl. Second biggest pair of tits on campus by a longshot and you’re packing that monster codpiece beneath them. It’s hard not to notice, even across the fields between buildings. That Renley guy did have a point. I'm sure all the boys want to fuck you and they’re all very confused by that package of yours. Ever mess around with any of them?”\n\"No! Absolutely not,\" she blushed and barked. Velaria recoiled but only momentarily.\nThe priestess mused a moment before continuing. “Do all arctic fox girls have racks like ours? I haven’t met any besides my sisters and you, and we’re all holding boulders. It must be something with the species, right?”\nBobbi shrugged. \"I've never met another like me. Not until you.\"\nVelaria nodded and their eyes met again.\n“Robert was the name they gave me at the Abbey but Robert wasn’t my real name either. No one alive knows what that was. I was found helpless and crying in some den of sin, the child of perverse and foul wizards that the Inquisitors destroyed.\"\n\"These wizards: they were foxes like us?\"\nBobbi shrugged. \"I assume so. They were first blamed when I started to develop into a woman, that I was some kind of freak for my parents meddling with magic and demons. There were tests, both scientific and magical and a whole trial to decide if they should kick me out. They didn't find anything unnatural and in the end, one of the more science-minded Fathers presented the case that in nature, sometimes strange and unpredictable things just happen. But Renley is right: I’m an abomination.”\n\"Bobbi, if it's natural, that's not an abomination. It's an anomaly.\"\nThe Paladin bit her lower lip. \"Maybe that's the word they used in the trial.\"\nVelaria was unphased, leaning in. “You had no problem healing that lion or your rabbit friend after killing three of your fellow Acolytes. Whatever you are, and whatever you think you are, it seems you still have Ferridor’s favor. All of those idiots that dragged out to the wood to burn me at the stake? They were scared of you. They knew you were powerful. That doesn’t sound like an abomination to me. It sounds like you’re a badass Paladin with a cock, balls and tits. Maybe that’s not common but so what? I think it’s kind of sexy.”\nBobbi blinked, wide-eyed at the comment and Velaria cracked a wry smile.\n“What? Are you wondering if I like you? I already kissed you.”\n“I thought I kissed you.”\nVelaria laughed. “I kissed you.”\n“Are you sure?”\n“Pull over.”\n“And then?”\n“Don’t be stupid, Bobbi.” Her eyes flitted down to her codpiece. “We can’t run all night. There’s a waterfall. Pull the boat over. Let’s rest for the night.”\nChapter 7\n“We should row a bit further.”\nVelaria leaned forward, bulging out her enormous chest over her knees again, her eyes locked on Bobbi. “What are you afraid of?”\nShe gritted her teeth at her codpiece filled with an eager, full erection until the pain was sharp and her wince was apparent. \n“We aren’t supposed to have these thoughts. And we can never, ever do anything about them.”\nShe gave a crooked chuckle. “They tell us that in the Nunnery too. You can’t even touch yourself for relief.” She leaned closer then, moving her hands from her knees to the sides of the boat and easing towards Bobbi. “...but I do. Almost every night. I hold my breast in one hand, finger myself with the other and I remember how good it feels to fuck. As you saw, my spells still work amazingly well.”\nShe was kneeling in the canoe now and her fingers slipped up to Bobbi’s armored thighs. “The straps on your codpiece look like they’re about to snap. Those must be hard to replace.” Mischievous fingers reached for it, while her eyes locked with Bobbi’s, her grin widening.\n“What do you think about when you touch yourself?” Her fingers started on one of the two buckles that kept her decent. Bobbi winced and the boat rocked.\n“Don’t…”\n“What do you think about, Bobbi?” she repeated, unfastening one strap, then holding the codpiece in place as she unfastened the other.\nHer eyes lifted from the floor of the canoe to Velaria’s. “I don't touch myself.\"\nVelaria twitched with skepticism.\n\"But I want to, when I think about you.”\nVelaria lit up before her attention returned to the codpiece, relaxing her pressure on it until it nearly sprung out of her hands, replaced with Bobbi's now free, swollen girlcock. “By the Gods, it’s like my arm!”\n“It’s disgusting, I know.” She said that because she was supposed to believe it, not because she did.\nVelaria leaned in, fingers wrapping gingerly around her girth. “It’s gorgeous.” Her nose brushed it, sniffing deeply and Bobbi shivered. “You can keep rowing if you like. Or pull ashore. But I’m just going to…”\nWith her green eyes locked with Bobbi’s, she eased her muzzle over the pointed, canine tip of her cock, delicate hands running down its length. Her demure expression distorted as she slipped down the first few inches, her jaw almost distending to accommodate the thickness. \nBobbi closed her eyes and savored the sensation. In all her fantasizing about sucking her own cock, she hadn’t considered Velaria’s mouth, assuming that was some kind of depravity for sailors and whores. Velaria was too pure for that, in her mind. With Velaria, the fantasy was about making love, in some idealized, flowery meadow. \nFor the compromised and inglorious position of the vixen between her legs, her mouth and muzzle around her was a delightful feeling and entrancing sound, the subtle slurps and smacks of lips and tongue against her bare, tender flesh, audible over the calming flow of the river. \nHer eyes opened, holding the oar in the water enough to keep them straight. One of the other boats was drifting towards the shore. Velaria’s fingers slipped down to palm one of her heavy testicles, lifting its weight before slipping under it. Beyond it. What was she doing?!\nBetween the crack of her rump, her finger slipped through between her cheeks, lubricated by her sweat soaked fur and pressing against the clenched muscle of her pucker. “What are you…”\nA grin cracked at the corner of Velaria’s mouth as she interrupted her by pushing her finger past it, eyes locked with Bobbi’s, looking for a reaction. \nBobbi was tense, wincing but Velaria eased it in further, slowly while pulling her muzzle off her cock. “It's nice to have someone else inside you, isn't it Bobbi?”\n“I shouldn’t like this but I do.”\nVelaria leaned up to kiss her again, the smell of her own male musk on her breath now, rich and enticing. It was the closest she’d come to tasting herself. The kiss was met with eager hunger, long and passionate until the red-haired vixen broke it. “Pull over. I need you to touch me.”\nBobbi nodded, dipping in the oar and rowing quickly. She was helpless. They crashed ashore and Velaria jumped to her feet, then pulled Bobbi up with her. \n“Get these stupid things off,” she demanded and grabbed a gauntlet with both hands and yanked it away, then the other. Beneath then, she wore leather gloves and Velaria removed them as well, tossing it all in the canoe. With her hands bare, she held them tightly for a long moment, pulling her against her and kissing again. \nJust as Bobbi’s touch began to wander over Velaria’s body, she pulled back, her gaze serious and intense. Arms crossed before she tugged her robe open, exposing her full nudity and those tremendous, white furred breasts quaked at the slightest movement. She tossed the robe over a nearby branch then grabbed Bobbi’s wrists and brought them straight to her chest. Guiding her, she ran her hands over her stiff nipples, their curves too broad to fit her hands around.\n“Let me take off my armor,” Bobbi urged but Velaria shook her head. \n“I don’t want to wait that long.” She backed away from the water, her bare feet sinking into the muddy shore, leading Bobbi with her towards a thick, sturdy tree. When her back hit it, she pulled her into another desperate kiss, before she turned around and lifted her tail. “I need you, Bobbi. Don’t make me wait another second.”\nBobbi had never lost control so thoroughly, helpless to Velaria’s spell. Her self-discipline was never more in danger than when she thought about the Ivory Vixen and with her here and now encouraging her, she was hopelessly out-of-control. If it cost her, her power and position, so be it. She’d never wanted anything so much as this. \nHer view was half-blocked by her own breasts and she hunched over to see. Quite accidentally, she found her muzzle over Velaria’s rump and her instinct took over. What her finger had done to her, she hoped to make her feel. She craved her taste. Without thinking she plunged her tongue on her pucker and Velaria squealed in delight.\nThe musky taste was enthralling but the noises she coaxed from the gorgeous vixen were music. Perhaps this would be enough? If she used her tongue and mouth only, would Ferridor's punishment be less severe? \n“I love it Bobbi but three of those girls have eaten my ass. I want your dick inside me.”\nBobbi nodded against her and her muzzle hung on until she could bring her hips to bear, the eager, drooling head of her cock near enough to her face to smell it. The scent of it overpowered even Velaria’s musk and eagerness, fire to her nose and her mouth opened. \nIf she was going to go this far with Velaria, perhaps she could lick herself first? The temptation had pulled at her for so long. Was that a bigger sin still than sex? At least with sex, she was giving Velaria what she desired. If she was to start masturbating with her own muzzle, would she ever be able to stop?\n“Bobbi! What are you waiting for?!” Velaria was pleading now, reaching back through her legs trying to find it.\n“Sorry!” She shook it off and lined up with Velaria’s swollen sex. It looked so small in comparison to her but every instinct now told her to push. Her willpower was long since sapped away\nStrong hands took a firm grip on her hips before she lurched forward, watching her lover's eager folds spread by the pointed tip of her vulpine erection, slow enough that she could stop if her lover should protest. \nVelaria braced and dipped her head low between arms planted against the tree, a deep, steady groan pushing out of her as Bobbi pushed in. \nIt felt divine, even at just a few inches but she wished she could see her lover’s face and reactions to make sure she was doing it right. “Are you okay?”\n“Don’t hold back, Bobbi. I want the whole thing.”\n“Will it fit?!”\n“I think it will but only one was to find out.”\nBobbi took a small step forward, sinking deeper still until she couldn’t see her cock past her breastplate, then another as her pelvis pressed against Velaria’s rump, her every inch buried inside her. She looked down at her back, thinking how deep she must be, somewhere above the crown of her pelvis and into her abdomen. \nHot, tight testicles mashed to Velaria’s wetness, smearing it over them with a stirring of her hips, a grind that her vixen lover purred from.\n“It’s so big! Just what I like. Fuck me, Bobbi!”\nShe obliged, not sure exactly how Velaria would like that but her instincts made clear what to try first. She began thrusting, rough and deep, pulling back then shoving her towards the tree, making sure her arms remained braced. Was that too much? Everything felt amazing.\n“Harder Bobbi! Fuck me hard! Show me how strong you are!”\nTeeth gritted and she thrust with all her strength, her armor rattling along with the rhythmic slap of her pelvis on Velaria’s ass, over and over. Rough. Fast. All of it seemed to drive her lover mad with delight. For her lifetime of training, she was strong and this was her chance to prove it to the gorgeous vixen she’d pined for, for so long.\nVelaria’s cries swelled until they were explosive and loud, carrying through the night.How far down river had they made it? Who cared. Never had she known such divine pleasure and her lover was sharing in her ecstasy. Exciting tingling started to gather in her loins, her scrotum tightened more, mashed between their bodies. She knew she wanted to finish but wondered if it had been as long as she was supposed to last. \nHer thrusting changed as she felt the swelling along her shaft, the canine knot at the base of her cock starting to inflate like a small fist.\n“I’m going to…”\n“Do it! Cum inside of me!”\nWith one final thrust, her knot pushed past her tightness and her once neglected cock exploded in release, throbbing and gushing until she could feel the clenching of her lover’s insides tightening. She tried to back away to leave more room but her knot had swollen to seal her from the inside, like some perverse cork.\nHer entire body was alight with a completely new kind of pleasure, tingling through her nerves and muscles until they threatened to not respond. She held tight to Velaria’s hips, who was gasping and groaning, then looked back over her shoulder. Her jaw hung open, panting but she gave a crooked smile.\n“That was incredible, Bobbi.”\nShe nodded, the wave of ecstasy subsiding and what came next was an overwhelming tiredness. Was this her punishment? Was Ferridor draining the life from her? Velaria seemed fine.\n“I need to sit.”\nVelaria agreed. “Ok, we should get your armor off though.”\n“Ehhhhh,” she was near fainting and Velaria caught on quickly enough to help her. Attached at the hips, they eased together to the forest floor, to lay on her side. \nMetal plates creaked and rattled but she had never been more tired when she closed her eyes.\nChapter 8\nThere was shaking and weight when she stirred to consciousness. She was alive! Her eyes opened to see daylight through the canopy of the trees, her view tremoring but there was no armor to rattle. The familiar tingle in her loins of waking up erect was there but this time, it was squeezed again inside that divine warmth.\nShe half sat up to find the gorgeous vixen straddling her, sitting on her morning erection! She was riding with her fingers crossed behind her head, massive breasts jostling proud and heavy as she moved. “Good morning. You were so hard, I couldn’t let it go to waste,” She smiled and reached down to grope Bobbi’s own chest. They were bare now. She'd been stripped naked, stripped down with her armor set aside, nearby. \n“What are you…”\nVelaria rolled forward, onto her hands, then her elbows, crushing breast to breast until her muzzle was at Bobbi’s. “Is this not okay?”\nBobbi hesitated then nodded. “No, it’s ok.”\nDraped over her, they melted into a lazy, hungry kiss. “Good. Then good morning. Lay back and enjoy it.”\nVelaria unfolded herself to sit upright and continued to grind her hips. “I couldn’t let you sleep with all that on. That can’t be comfortable.”\nBobbi shook her head. \n“Lucky me to be rescued by you,\" Velaria mused as she panted, rolling her hips rhythmically, looking down over her lover. \"You’re so brave and so beautiful. We kind of look alike, don’t you think?”\nShe gave a chuckle. “I wish I knew how common big breasted, white foxes are.”\nVelaria took her hands and brought them up to her chest, then put hers on Bobbi. “Huge breasted,” she corrected with a proud smile. She rolled her torso and shifted her hips, moving Bobbi inside her. “Lots of the girls in the Abbey talked about you. They like you, just like the boys do. But you should maybe worry more about how common girls are who can take a giant dick like yours.”\n“How many more do I need?”\nVelaria gave a chuckle and a shrug, her heaving breath underlining her speaking. “That’s really up to you. Let’s just enjoy this for now.” A finger moved to Bobbi’s muzzle to quiet her then planted palms on the Paladin's lower stomach and lidded her eyes, easing her body up and down, in small circles, slow and savoring, almost like a dance. Hungry breaths slipped free of a mouth that no longer stayed shut and after some time a whimper escaped. Then another.\nBobbi laid back and watched, transfixed as her vixen lover skillfully pleased herself with torturous patience, while her eager erection throbbed inside her, needing to be tensed often so she didn’t finish too soon.\nWhimpers became moans and moans swelled to louder ones, a creeping but inevitable crescendo of pleasure then she was lost in ecstasy. \nEventually her eyes opened and she fell forward, hands on Bobbi’s shoulders, clenching around her body. The dance was over and her hips jammed back more rough and direct now. Muzzle hung over her muzzle, eyes locked in intensity until Bobbi was ready to burst again. Her own pelvis bucked upwards but Velaria lifted herself, avoiding tying again.\n“Don’t knot. Just cum.”\nBobbi nodded and obliged, another divine release wracking her, this time more familiar and easier for lying down. It passed, leaving her panting and exhausted but this time, she stayed awake.\nAfter a long moment crumpled in her embrace, Velaria stood up, slipping free of Bobbi’s spent erection, letting it flop over her stomach, grazing the bottoms of her breasts. The priestess stretched, touching her toes, with her rump toward Bobbi then reached for the sky, presenting her bare fur to the sun.\nShe turned around with a laugh and a smile. “Well, that was fun. I couldn’t have picked a better Savior.”\nThe weight of it started to catch up with Bobbi. “We broke our vows to Ferridor. Everything we’ve worked for…”\nVelaria snapped her fingers and a globe of bright light appeared in her hand. Magic, channeled from their God. “I told you, I don’t think he cares as much as we’re taught.”\nBobbi watched, confused for a long moment before she tried the spell herself and it happened, just as it always had. Her Light spell was less impressive but that was to be expected. Paladins weren’t as strong in their spellcraft because of all the time spent on other, more martial skills.\n“What now then? Are we supposed to be married or something?”\nVelaria laughed and shook her head. “Bobbi, I just met you. You don’t know anything about me! Why would you want to marry me?”\nBobbi frowned. “I’ve thought about you so much. We can learn about each other.”\nVelaria walked back to sit at Bobbi’s side on the ground. “Is that what you want to do with your life? Be a husband, so you can not feel bad about having sex with me? Is that a life for a Paladin?”\n“I’m not a Paladin yet.”\n“By a few weeks. You don’t have a certificate of graduation but you look like a Paladin to me. Well, at least with the armor on. Without you look like a sex goddess.\"\nBobbi only slumped and Velaria took her hand in her lap. “Bobbi, we’re fugitives now. That’s the thing we should be thinking about what to do next. We need to go very, very far away from here. I’m going back to the family they took me away from and you’re welcome to join me but I think I’m going to lead a pretty boring life. And you heard them: you’re not the only lover in my life.”\nShe shifted and nodded hesitantly. “Tell me what happened, Velaria. They say sex is this enormous sin and yet here we are. But they were going to kill you over it.”\n“Bobbi, some of those girls and boys have had sex. Girls with boys. Girls with girls. Boys with boys. Sometimes technicalities like oral and anal. Sometimes, just plain fucking like we did.”\n“Okay. So what do you do?”\n“I had sex with my brother.”\nBobbi covered her mouth and her stomach turned. “Like by accident?”\n“No. Like on purpose.”\nVelaria watched her for a long moment before she rolled her eyes and stood up to pace. She admitted such a disgusting act, so casually and without remorse and she was annoyed? “You were an orphan, right? So you know what it was like to grow up with no one. Well I grew up adopted. My two sisters, then our beautiful, baby boy brother. Our mother and father were wealthy but mean and their natural children hated us. The four of us only had each other and things happen when you’re that close to someone, and so far from everyone else.”\nBobbi’s brows furrowed, staring at her. “And that justifies... having sex with them?”\n“When you love someone and they love you, your body tells you things. Yes, we knew we weren't supposed to but what's the use in listening to people who don't treat you well? Sex isn't a sin, Bobbi. Hopefully you know that now! It’s the closest connection you can have with a person. That's okay to do with you who I just met but not with someone I love with all my heart, who I've known all my life?”\nVeraria was so casual about it and that made it worse. \n\"There are Ferridor's rules but there are also laws of nature. It's not natural.\"\n\"Do YOU really want to tell me about what people think is natural and not what actually is?\" \nBobbi sighed. \"I don’t know anything about families but I know that's not how it works.\"\n“Is adopting children so you can marry them off for wealth and power, without having to whore out your own flesh and blood, how a family is supposed to work? That’s what my parents did. I don’t think either one of us had the privilege to learn what a family is supposed to be! Maybe that’s as much of a fantasy as you thinking we need to be married and spend our lives together just because you put your dick in me.”\nBobbi was silent for a long moment, losing focus at the forest floor. The spell was broken. “You’re going back to them?”\n“Yes. I am going back to my real family. And I’m going to use all of what they’ve taught me here to rescue my sisters and brother from our adopted parents. Then we’re going to carve out a quiet life somewhere together.”\nShe came back to squat beside Bobbi. “You could join us if you want. My sisters are my identical twins and I bet they’d like you. Hamlin, my brother, might be a little jealous at first but if you let him fuck that beautiful ass of yours, you’d have him wrapped around your finger.”\nBobbi stared off into the woods, giving her head a small shake. “That’s what you’re going to do with your life? Rescue your family and have sex with them again?”\nShe nodded. “Yes. Maybe start a farm. Be a family. Have Hamlin’s kits...\"\n\"You're going to have inbred children? On purpose? That I know is wrong.\"\n\"Do you? Are you an expert in inbreeding?\"\nShe waited and Bobbi gave a small shake of her head.\n\"I’ve done my homework. Yes, things can go wrong but we pass on our traits to our offspring. The traits of my family are superior to any I've ever seen. At least until I met you. Maybe I’m already pregnant from you? That wouldn't be so bad.”\nBobbi blinked and looked back at her, wide-eyed before releasing a heavy sigh.\nVelaria gave a small chuckle. “You know that's a risk when you have sex. Unless you only want to do it in the mouth or the butt.”\n“Well, at least we’re not related.”\nThe ivory vixen laughed. “We could be? But it doesn't matter. It's another lie to control us.” She patted her knee and stood up. \n“See Bobbi? This is why you don’t marry people you just met.”\nThe Paladin sat there, her mind racing to piece everything back together. What the vixen had said gave her chills of disgust but so much of what she’d been taught, she was now rethinking. This thing, she didn't need to change her mind on. The thought of their life together was gone now. Moral or otherwise, the idea of joining a family for a quiet life of farming and inbreeding was not the future she wanted.\nVelaria went to the tree where her robe was hanging and slipped it on, securing it around herself.\n“I thought about this a lot last night. I didn’t expect you would want to come with me and I don’t need you to. I can take care of myself and I will take care of my family. There’s another boat that ran aground a little ways down the river so I’ll take that and you can take ours.”\nBobbi nodded slowly, standing back up.\n“What are you going to do now, fugitive Paladin? Finding other girls who can handle your big dick doesn’t sound like such a bad idea now, does it?” she grinned.\nBobbi chuckled somberly. “It’s not my first priority.”\n“It shouldn’t be. At least, not today. But look, you’re free! You can fuck whoever you want and Ferridor doesn’t care at all.” Arms extended out and she looked to the sky. “Hey Ferridor! Thanks for all the spells. I’m going to use them to save my siblings from our shitty family. Then I’m going to fuck my brother and sisters until we have a whole family of our own.”\nHer attention came back to Bobbi and snapped both fingers, a ball of Light appearing in each hand. “See? He doesn’t care. Maybe all that’s important is that we have good hearts and do the right thing when it counts?” She closed her palms and they disappeared. \n“Bobbi, we don’t even know if Ferridor is real. Yes, we learn these prayers and spells but the Gods don't talk to us. They don’t visit us. He hasn’t proved anything to us. Maybe it comes from the Universe? Maybe it’s some other source of power, and Ferridor is this story someone made up to tell us what to do! Blasphemous, right?”\nThe ivory vixen snapped and another Light globe appeared. “Nobody cares.” \nShe stepped up again, chest to chest, hugging her and bringing her muzzle near, but Bobbi looked away. With a chuckle, she gave a quick kiss on her nose then slipped back to hold her shoulders. “Thanks for rescuing me. You did save me. And whatever you think of me now, I hope you still know it was worth it. You did the right thing last night and sometimes you need to help people you don't agree with. Those people aren’t Paladins or Priests and they’re not heroes. You are.”\nHer hands moved down her arms and she took a step back. “And you can still be a hero and share that gorgeous body of yours with others. It’d be such a waste if you didn’t. I know you liked it. Goodbye Bobbi.”\nShe kissed the air and headed toward the river with a pronounced sway in her hips, which Bobbi couldn’t resist watching. Velaria stopped and looked back with a grin and a shimmy of her rump. “Two more vixens that look just like me. Identical triplets! You’re sure?”\n“I’m sure. Goodbye Velaria.”\nThe ivory vixen nodded with a pursed smile then turned back to the water, walking away. She looked back once more and waved before heading off down the bank, behind one tree, then another until finally she was gone, leaving Bobbi naked and alone. \nA twitch in the groin made her aware of the extra weight and pulled her back into the moment. The view of the vixen leaving had not been lost on her body and her freshly deflowered cock was stiff and ready again. Would she let her have sex once more? Perhaps anally? Should she say something more before she was gone forever? \nFor all of the fantasies of making love to the ivory vixen and having a life with her, it all seemed so silly now. It was impossible not to judge the vixen's desire for her own kin and was sure that was in defiance of more natural laws than those of their religion. Even without the scandal of her relationship with her brother, a quiet life on a farm had never appealed to her. The world was big, people needed help and she'd spent her entire life training to be someone who could help them. \nThe hardest thing about not calling out for Velaria now was that she really wanted to have sex one more time.\nTeeth dug into her lower lip and she said nothing, only waiting for enough time to pass that she was surely gone. The river was loud after the last night's rain and it hid any further sounds of the ivory vixen's departure from her life. \nEnough time passed and she finally got off the ground and went to a fallen tree, next to where her armor was orderly placed and sat back down, with her legs wide then looked down at her erection, so swollen it pressed against her breasts. \nSlick. Pointed. Massive. Incredibly hard. A hot iron of once-forbidden desire, satiated without consequence. Her strong hand took a firm grip of its base, then her other joined it, beginning to stroke, slowly exploring the sensation. But when the shifting sun hit her shining armor she stopped and looked, seeing herself in the polished metal. The curves it has been formed into were broad and distorted, but led her eye to the long scabbard of her wide-bladed, two-handed sword. She unsheathed it and stabbed it into the ground, facing the fallen log, then took her seat in front of her, the blade presenting her reflection, narrow but without distortion. Shuffling, she lined up to it until she could see her face, breasts and cock, then she started to stroke again.\nBobbi watched herself, transfixed as she fulfilled the fantasy and relief of masturbation, finally unburdened from consequences. Velaria was right. She was beautiful and everything beautiful about the ivory vixen, was beautiful about herself. Sharp features, bright eyes, wide hips, huge breasts. They could have been sisters. \nHands moved to her chest, slow and curious, groping them and tugging stiff nipples before she pulled them enough for her erection to slip between them. She hunched her back more, crushing her chest against her thighs until her erection poked free of the top of her cleavage. Her hungry muzzle leaned down to meet it, smelling Velaria’s fresh wetness still on her. With her eyes back on her reflection, she dipped lower, easing her mouth down and closing it around her own cock, its musky taste exciting and electric. \nEvery perverse thought she’d repressed came back like a flood and her spine bowed up and down, fucking her own chest and sealed muzzle, watching her reflection the entire time. A hand slipped down to brush over her sack, once again tight and laden, ready for release. Fingers crept past it and under, finding nerves only Velaria had touched. The crack of her rump was damp with sweat and she pushed further, against her clenched muscle, then further still, burying it in herself, knuckle by knuckle. \nBobbi allowed herself the muffled whimper that wanted to escape. There were no consequences anymore. Finally, she could just enjoy it. Her free hand slapped on her bare breast, groping as power and pleasure flooded to her loins again, then up through her cock. \nThe wave of ecstasy shocked her into opening her muzzle right as her semen erupted, hitting her face and inside her mouth, then spilling out and drooling out into her cleavage. Lips sealed around it, capturing the new and once-forbidden, alkaline taste before the next gush and her cheeks swelled. Over a leaky seal, the surprise of the force of her ejaculation and its curious taste, she managed to swallow most of it. Another came quickly behind, threatening to choke her until she lifted her head away, uncorking a much bigger mess now. \nHeaving and panting, she looked back at her reflection: the same as it had been but now messier. Her repression and hesitation were abandoned and without apparent consequences and warm comfort replaced it all. Her reflection was captivating and she watched herself milk the last of her semen from her throbbing cock until her orgasm trickled off to a drool. She was beautiful and she could finally admit that her own appearance aroused her.\nWith the truth of her acceptance weighing in her mind, she rolled a palm over on her knee. Eyes looked up to the sky and whoever might be behind it, while she caught her breath for a long, nervous moment, before she gazed to her hand and snapped her fingers.\nA small globe of light appeared and stayed there, bold and strong as it had always been. She stared at it until her eyes hurt then closed her hand. \nTime passed, lost in thought. Question after question. What had she been taught that was actually true? What other lies had she internalized? Just because the Abbey was wrong about some things didn’t mean Velaria was right about the rest. In this, it seemed she was and that was liberating enough for now. Maybe she was still a Paladin.\nThe moment eventually caught up to her. Back at the Abbey, a storm of consequences must be brewing and she’d been careless with the time. They would pursue her for certain and she needed to keep her head start. \nThe vixen hurried to the river and splashed the biggest of the mess of her face and body clean, then dried herself with padded underclothes. Dressing herself hastily, then suiting up in her armor, she was ready to go in minutes. She took back her sword, glancing at her reflection once more then sheathing it over her shoulder. \nHer stomach rumbled, a reminder she had no provisions or supplies but she was a resourceful Paladin. She would be fine. \nBobbi pushed the canoe back into the water, wading up to her knees before stepping into it. With clarity but no real direction, she began to row down the river.\nWith the image of Velaria fresh in her mind, she thought then of the sisters she spoke of and the generous endowments they also carried. Her peer, Domantas came to mind then, the male, white fox, hung like she was. She looked down at herself, and the beautiful sensual body she’d been blessed with and imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by others like her.\nPerhaps she would go north…\n\nThe End\n\n"
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"description": "A futa Paladin Acolyte, weeks from graduation, finds her vows, faith and honor tested by a beautiful vixen.\n\n==================\nPatches'' are standalone, supplemental stories in the \"Pairs of Pumpkins\" Universe that exist outside of the chapters and timeframe of the main story. They explore and detail ideas and characters in the world, who may have some secondary or tertiary connection to the cast and events of the Pairs of Pumpkins storyline, even if they never intersect with it.\n\nFinally, we meet Bobbi, the intersex Paladin, gets her story. https://inkbunny.net/s/3600107\n\nI broke this one up into chapters since it's long (35-40 pages!) Hopefully that makes it easier to read.\n\nPlease leave a comment with your impressions if you read the whole thing!"
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"writing": "[b]Pairs of Pumpkins Patches:\nHer Knight In Shining Armor[/b]\n\nby Jess Faulks\n\n[i]\n(\"Patches'' are standalone, supplemental stories in the \"Pairs of Pumpkins\" Universe that exist outside of the chapters and timeframe of the main story. They explore and detail ideas and characters in the world, who may have some secondary or tertiary connection to the cast and events of the Pairs of Pumpkins storyline, even if they never intersect with it.)\nAuthor’s Note: Pairs of Pumpkins is “sexy fantasy” more than it is erotica, and these stories are Novelettes more than Short Stories. I promise though, there is a sexy pay off but it won’t come quickly.\n I should warn that this particular “sexy fantasy” also contains violence but nothing to do with the sexy parts. Lastly, the story is set in a school of sorts but all participants in the sexy parts are 18/”Senior Year” equivalents. \n[/i]\n\nChapter 1\n\nSlick. Pointed. Massive. Incredibly hard. The bold red of her cock stabbed skyward, a hot iron of forbidden desire in the cool air, lit through her window by the light of the waning, crescent moon. She desperately wanted to touch it. To taste it and put her mouth around it. More than anything in this moment of weakness, she wished to plunge it into the embrace of the most gorgeous creature she'd ever seen, the Ivory Vixen.\nSitting alone in her modest dorm room, Bobbie wasn’t supposed to think these thoughts. She was a righteous Paladin in-training, an Acolyte almost to graduation. A Paladin was not supposed to be entranced by the foul tower of sin rising from her own lap, inches from her white-furred muzzle, her eyes crossed to focus on it. \nIt twitched as she flexed it, teasing her with how close it would be to her own mouth if not for her second, freakish deformity: a pair of breasts of remarkable size, heavy and bulky, each one the size of her skull. They were still restrained in the custom-fitted, metal breastplate of her suit of armor and in moments like these, the extra barrier helped keep the bestial urges of her perverse body at bay. She knew she could reach it though.\nShe hated the way she had developed, a freakish anomaly of nature according to the strictly religious doctors of the Abbey. Once she'd been a lanky boy with an out-of-proportion sheath but at puberty she was as surprised as anyone to grow into an outrageously curvaceous, feminine form, with wide hips, a narrow waist and an enormous chest. Her figure was now the epitome of boyish fantasies that she herself was guilty of, with a weight and bulk that was now always in her way. Despite her vow of chastity she was attracted to females before she had developed into what she could only rationalize as a She.\nMost of the other, all-male acolytes would admit some attraction to women but she was the only one who saw a pair of giant, teenage breasts every time she looked down. Breasts she had to resist wrapping around her cock every time she got an erection. \nShe hated the way her own body had turned her on but through calm of mind, learned through years of meditation practice, she could control that self-disgust.\nWhat she was less confident in controlling was how her body reacted to a particular Initiate Priestess, a stunning beauty she knew only as the Ivory Vixen. She hadn’t heard her voice. She didn’t know her name. While she’d only seen her from afar, she was entirely irresistible. \n“The Abbey of Ferridor’s Righteous Right Hand” was the premiere academy for elite Paladins and Priestesses, with an extensive, seminary wing for the training of both. Segregated from the main compound, The Academy was split again by gender into two, long, parallel buildings. One for the all-male Paladin Acolytes, of which she was considered and the other for the all-female Priestess Initiates. The two were separated by a broad lawn, an easily-surveilled No Man’s Land that prevented fraternizing. The boys and girls could see each other from across the yard but never intermingled except on special, supervised occasions. \nShe had seen many Initiates over the years but the Ivory Vixen stood out the way Bobbi herself must have: a wildly curvaceous body that the modest robes of a trainee couldn’t hide. Fur not unlike her own but more yellowish to Bobbi's grey and white. Striking, ginger hair stood out in a crowd and piercing, green eyes had caught hers repeatedly from afar. They were the only two, female foxes in the whole Abbey with pale fur instead of red, something said to be more common far north. \nTheir similarities made her wonder if all of their kind developed to such extremes. The only other light-colored fox among the Acolytes was a male named Domantas, who she’d seen from the locker rooms was endowed more like a horse than any other vulpine or canine, giving credence to the idea it was their entire species that matured this way.\nThe Fathers of the Brotherhood preached that the penis had a mind of their own, and that mind was a powerful persuader. It was the focus of all masculine sin. The bigger it was, the louder it would tempt them, one of them had added to her, personally. If that were true, Bobbi’s was a devil. Nothing would tempt them from the path of righteousness than the desires of their penises and Bobbi had seen few others near the size of hers. Only the horses and the fox, Domantas.\nShe was fresh from training, still in her full suit of plate armor, the sweat cooling beneath metal, padding and fur. Only her helmet and codpiece were removed, the former carried back under her arm and the latter desperately unbuckled the moment she was in private.\nIt was a test of her chastity. Her faith in their God, Ferridor the Builder. Total mastery of the self was foundational to the strength of a Holy Paladin. Resisting temptation only made her stronger.\nBobbi closed her eyes and stilled her breath, focusing on the cool air entering her lungs through her nose and the hot breath exiting out her mouth. It was torture but she was trained to resist torture. With her breathing under control she stood up and began to methodically remove her armor. \nIt was best done with a squire but students didn’t have squires and the Abbey's signature design was built to be adorned and removed alone, though it took some time. She removed each plate and wiped it clean, then set them on the display shelf across from her bed. A mirror helped with the hard-to-reach straps and was required to make sure every acolyte was presentable to Godly standards every morning, but she kept hers angled toward the door, to only use when necessary.\nThe breastplate was the last hard piece to come off, before hanging the padded undershirt and pants. She stripped down the rest of the way and hung her undergarments to air dry, breathing deeply the entire time. She still was in control. \nNude, she waved her hand over two buckets of water, one soapy and one not, warming them both with a minor spell. Fetching a sponge then, she cleaned herself, slow and carefully. Her face and hair. Her neck and shoulders. Her breasts and the void between them. Her penis, scrotum and the void behind it. Under her tail and the crack of her rump. As long as she went slow enough, she was grooming, not indulging in temptation. While thorough, she lingered no more than necessary to be properly clean.\nAfterward, she dried with a towel and fetched a nightshirt from her small dresser, one she’d custom cut and sewn from a bedsheet to fit her. She pulled it over her head and down to her erection, which hadn’t subsided at all, defying her. \nBobbi wondered what life would be like with the Ivory Vixen. If they might ever be assigned on the same mission. What her personality was like. How she sounded when she spoke. There were rumors of Paladins of other orders that were allowed to get married. Children were not in the plan for Bobbi but if she had them with her, they would be magnificent and beautiful.\nThe vixen acolyte laid down on her bed, on her back, reciting prayers in her head until the weight of her chest shortened her breath enough to roll onto her side. Eventually, she fell asleep.\nChapter 2\n“Eyes up, Dax!” She pulled her gloved punch, before it landed on the inattentive hare.\n“Owww! Bobbi!”\n“Eyes UP!”\n“I wasn’t staring at your…”\nBobbi snapped her extended fist back under her muzzle, elbows clamped around her breasts to secure them. “I know, Dax. You were staring at Renley again. I don’t get what you see in him.”\n“He’s gorgeous.”\n“He’s a snake.”\n“He’s a skunk.”\nHer friend, Dax the hare, was a foot shorter than Bobbi and much slighter in stature. He was fast, when he could focus but she had the advantage of reach and strength.\nHe swung and she stepped back, clear of his fist. Sparring her probably wasn't the best practice for him either, with his obvious fear of punching the breasts that dominated her chest. \n“You know what I mean.”\n“BOBBI! DAX!” The quartermaster barked from a short tower he used to supervise the training yard. “LESS TALKING! MORE FIGHTING!” \nThey exchanged a few punches silently, blocking and dodging. Dax looked back to the quartermaster, who'd turned his attention elsewhere, and Bobbi resisted the cheap shot but tapped his shoulder to make sure he knew she could have. He ignored it.\n“You know he’s only mean to you because he’s jealous of you. Either that or he likes you.”\n“No, he’s mean.” She threw a jab and he juked. “Not just to me. To everyone. No excuses. What about Sylas? Strong, silent type?”\n“He’s a lion. Those teeth scare me.” He swung back and she twisted under it, despite her superior height.\n“C’mon Dax. It’s not like I’m a small target. And you shouldn’t be thinking about any of them like that.”\nThe rust-colored rabbit grinned and punched again, clipping her chest. “The way you think about the Ivory Vixen?”\n“Ow! Yes, exactly like that.” She countered and he ducked, then she caught him low, square on the muzzle. “It’s not in the cards for any of us.”\n“You saw her yesterday, right?”\n“Of course I did.”\n“Watching you?”\nBobbi paused. “I didn't know she was watching me…”\nDax took advantage and jabbed, bopping her muzzle. “Rabbit punch!”\n“OWWWW!”\n“You seriously didn’t notice? You’re like twins. The only female foxes with light fur. The only two in this whole place with gigantic boobs? Yes, she was looking at you.”\nBobbi swung a hook and Dax feigned, then he jabbed and she sidestepped. A jab and a cross caught the hare in his shiny, black nose. \n“I know you like her, but she’s bad news. Rumor is she came for filth and is bottom of the class. She might even flunk out of school.”\n“They’re just jealous of her.”\n“Speaking of other foxes, did you hear about Domantas?”\n“He’s the only person who’s nice to me here. What about him?”\n“He’s in the stockades.”\n“What did he do!?”\n“Not sure. Apparently he lied about his birthright on the application to the Academy. He said he was part of the Royal Family in some faraway Kingdom but they replied after a year saying they didnt know a thing about him.”\n“He never said anything about being royalty. But aren’t all of your parents rich? Does it matter?”\nDax sighed and threw an easily-dodged punch. Bobbi slipped it across her back.\n“Not if you’re adopted by the Order, like you. But if you say you’re from a family…”\n“Who cares? The program determines who is good enough. If the only lie Domantas told was to the admission board, he shouldn’t be in the stockades. This place is too exclusive anywOOOOOOWWW!”\nA fist from outside caught her in the breast, harder than anyone should be swinging. Dax saw the look on her face and raised his gloves in innocence.\n“Sorry, ROBERT FERRISON.” It was Renley the skunk, withdrawing his hand back into a ready stance. He’d gotten close while she was lost in the sparring and several of his larger, duller friends were gathered behind him. “It’s confusing to try to learn to fight real men with those big tits jiggling around.”\nBobbi gritted her teeth, hiding the wince of discomfort and bubbling of rage from Renley’s insults as she towered over the handsome, smug prick. She wasn't especially tall among the boys of the student body, but he was short, barely taller than Dax.\n“They’re just so freakish and in the way! You sure you don’t want to join the Priestesses? You’d fit right in with the other bimbo. Better yet, the two of you could drop out and go to Whore School instead. Maybe a dairy?”\nThe boys gathered behind him laughed and hawed. Renley was a prick but a charismatic one, at least for the kind of dull, student body destined for Paladinhood. Everyone seemed to love him for some reason, even Dax. He wouldn’t get to her. She was in control of her emotions, and was used to this.\nThe skunk had led her torment even before her unexpected development. She was a toddler when the Abbey had rescued her from parents she couldn't remember but was assured by her teachers, had been evil and cruel. \nShe entered the Paladin program around the same age as the rest of them but not from the same path. Their families had money and power to jockey their sons, often second or third-born, into the prestige of Paladinhood. With Bobbi, known as Robert back then, she was a ward of the Abbey they didn’t know what else to do with. Renley and his lot had unfortunately learned this after a young Robert had never considered the need to keep it a secret.\nYears later, when they all began to hit puberty, Bobbi was both too good of a student and too far along to expel, despite some of the Master Paladins' best efforts. “Unprecedented“ they described her transformation as and while it challenged the order’s rules, it took some thorough analysis to confirm it was natural and not magical or demonic in nature. \nTechnically, they concluded, she was still a male of the species and her advanced Paladin spellcasting suggested she was favored by Ferridor. After drawn-out arguments that laid bare what some of the administrator's thought of her, she would remain in the program.\nRenley only made things worse for her after that. He took every opportunity to remind her she was an abomination of nature and no matter what she looked like and called herself now, she was born a boy.\n“You know my name. You act like you forget, as if forgetting makes you witty but it just makes you seem stupid.”\nA whistle blew. The disruption hadn’t been missed by the quartermaster. They weren’t sparring any more and any further blows would be a fight.\n“At least I’m not a freak. With hair, tits and hips, like a BITCH.”\nShe readied in a defensive stance. “You treat people like that and call yourself a man of Faith? You embarrass yourself and the rest of us.” \nThe whistle blew again, longer and louder.\n“FERRIDOTTIR! To the tower. NOW!”\nThe quartermaster had seen the crowd, forming around the two but as usual, he only called only her. She was used to it. The orphan acolyte didn’t have powerful, wealthy parents who funded the Abbey like Renley and the rest of them did. \nThe quartermaster knew she wouldn't take the bait from him or his toadies but it was enough to see she was thinking it. Popular or not, she knew she could have shattered Renley’s muzzle with her forehead before any of them could react. All of the Paladin acolytes could cast healing spells on one another by now but it might’ve made him reconsider his torment, for him to experience that particular pain first. Now she was being watched.\nShe glared at Renley for a long moment then rolled her eyes away and withdrew to the quartermaster’s tower.\n“You’re a sad excuse for a man, Robert.” The skunk averted his eyes from the quartermaster as he spoke. \n“You’re a sad excuse for a Paladin, Renley.”\nChapter 3\nIt was the middle of the night when something stirred Bobbi from her sleep. Uncommon noise. Muffled. Sneaking. There was movement in the corridors of the Abbey. She was tense and alert but waited, listening for more. There was nothing. It was gone. A bad dream?\nA paladin was nothing without vigilance and she knew better than to assume the best of suspicions, so she slipped out of bed and listened at the door. Silence. She pulled the handle but the door didn’t move. It shouldn’t. The doors were locked nightly from the hallway but the sentries who patrolled didn’t try to be quiet like whoever had passed before did. \nStepping back and pausing, she perked her ears. Something outside. She turned and went to the window, overlooking a courtyard that should be empty at night. It was not. It had rained and the gloss of wetness made the movement of everything easier to see and her vulpine eyes were sharper than most. \nAlong the hedges that broke up the field between the two buildings of the seminary wing, figures shifted in the darkness. People in black fatigues moved away from the Abbey. Invaders? But why would they be moving away?\nShe tensed for a moment until she recognized one, Henry, a white-furred mink. Another, Trenton, a cat and a recently ordained Paladin who now guarded the armory. These were other Acolytes and a few recent graduates, by the tens, moving under the cover of the cloudy sky and new moon.\nSome kind of special training? Of everyone but her?\nAcross the yard, she saw more of them. Feminine silhouettes filing out of the Priestess Academy, disappearing against the hedges and heading in the same direction. None of them were allowed to be out at night, nor were they allowed to be fraternizing! But there were so many of them, coming out of both buildings, all teenage in stature.\nA group of female Initiates interrupted the single file flow, shouldering open the double doors. There were six girls carrying a seventh, bound, gagged and resisting. Impossible curves jostled violently as she squirmed. The Ivory Vixen! The others seemed to struggle with her size and she was fighting as they carried her into the darkness. \nBobbi clenched her jaw and followed the lines to the Abbey’s south wall, where two ladders had been erected. Students were starting to climb over and out of the campus, toward the thick forest beyond. \nThere was no justification for this. Paladins and Priestesses were not trained to skulk around in the shadows. None of them were armed or armored and they had obvious, malicious intent for the Ivory Vixen. \nShe turned away from the window and rushed to her armor. If Trenton was out with the others, the armory would be unguarded and she could fetch her weapon as well. Dressing herself in a hurry was something she’d practiced to rote in drills and she was suited up before the last of them had poured over the ladders.\nShe gave the door a forceful shove then and that should have been enough. The \"locks\" were supposed to just be sticks, not enough to actually trap them inside, in case there was a fire. They were for the administrators to know if anyone left in the night. \nBobbi's door was braced with something far more substantial. She gritted her teeth and kicked the door with a heavy boot, again and again until the door itself started to come apart. She finally broke it enough to reveal a discreet, metal rod had been placed behind her stick, reinforcing the lock without being obvious to any sentries passing by.. She reached through the splinters and ripped it away, then kicked open the door to stagger out into the empty hall.\nOnly silence greeted her. Every other door was closed, locks in place.\nShe ran to Dax’s room, several dorms down but it was as silent as the rest. A quiet knock received no reply so she pulled the stick out of the slot and opened his dorm. His bed was empty and unmade, his armor still in place. She checked the next dorm, then the next. All empty.\nThrough the halls of the Abbey, she ran straight to the armory in the dim, torchlight of the hall. The whole thing was unguarded and abandoned, not even by the usual sentries that patrolled the halls. She leapt over the counter and down the row of swords until she found hers: a two-handed greatsword with an extra long grip, to make handling it around her chest easier. \nNow armed and armored, she rushed out for the nearest door into the now empty yard. It was raining again. She raced to the closest ladder, up, over and out of the campus, joining the rest of her peers in their blatant violation of the rules.\nThey were easy to track for all the footprints left behind. The mud and wet sheen made it obvious to her sharp eyes, even in the darkness of the cloud-shrouded, new moon. There were so many of them that the scent could be followed despite the weather. \nThe single file lines of the Paladin Acolytes and Priestess Initiates had merged into one group outside the wall and headed down a well-cleared trail into the thick woods. Bobbi rushed after, careful of the hazards of the forest at night until she heard a commotion ahead. Slowing down as she approached, she quieted the rattling of her armor in her advance. What could they be up to?\nThere was torchlight in the darkness and the path opened up to a clearing, where she stopped at its edge.\nAt least forty of her peers had come together, most if not all of the final class of trainees which included ages sixteen and up, males and females. The men were in their training fatigues and the women in dark robes. There were six torches among them and beyond them all was a single, fallen tree trunk that had been erected, with underbrush, kindling and larger, broken branches being gathered at the base by several of them. The Ivory Vixen was tied to it by an excessive amount of rope and two of her fellow initiates were securing it behind her. \n“For the Paladin Acolytes who do not know me, my name is Orealia. You all know why we’re here,” a black-furred feline Priestess Initiate emerged from the crowd. “Our educators are bound by laws and rules but their mercy has invited corruption to infest our Order.”\n“We’ve seen it ourselves,” one of the male torchbearers stepped up beside her. It was Renley. Of course it was him, to rally their fellows into misbehavior. “We’ve tolerated liars and abominations in our midst and been told that is not our place to judge. But this one… the sins of this one, who is set to be ordained within weeks, cannot be allowed to stain our Holy ranks.”\nThe feline took over again. “No one knew how Velaria Firantus came to us, two years ago but we all knew she didn’t want to be here. She did not appreciate this gift, even if it might redeem her rotten soul.”\nThe Ivory Vixen, Velaria Firantus. \nIt was as beautiful a name as she was. \n“Scraping by in her course work, only passing because she happened to have a natural aptitude for spellcasting that endeared her to our teachers. But it seems they were blind to who she really is. Tell them what you found in the hall of records, Madeline.”\nA bookish possum in wire-framed glasses hesitated to emerge from the crowd, her posture hunched and nervous as she cleared her throat. “Velaria Firantus was sent here to the Sisterhood of Ferridor’s Righteous Right Hand to avoid a life sentence for crimes against all nature and virtue. She had sexual relations with…”\n“WE HAVE COMPANY!” a young woman interrupted with a shout.\nChapter 4\n“IT’S BOBBI!” a boy yelled and pointed at her. So much for sneaking.\nThe crowd turned almost in unison to see her. She stepped out from the treeline her sword hefted over her shoulder. \n“Come, join us Bobbi,” Renley called across the clearing, using her real name for what might have been the first time ever. “We didn’t think you had it in you, to administer justice unless the books told you to. But maybe we all misjudged you. Join us and prove you are one of us.” \nRenley’s words barely registered as the Ivory Vixen, Velaria looked right at her, pleading with her eyes. She barely minded his words but what she heard was deception.\n“You think you know better than the Order, the Keepers of the Laws of our Father, of who deserves what punishment?” Bobbi shouted back and started towards them. “So many of you are here only at the graces of your family’s wealth and privilege yet you question who the Fathers choose to admit? Who they choose to offer redemption to?”\n“You don’t even know what she did, freak,” Orealia hissed. \n“If you know, they know. And they admitted her.” She stopped, realizing she might need the advantage of space. Would they really attack her? “And I know we don’t do this. For all of the blood that our Order has spilled, we haven’t burned people alive for a hundred years. It’s forbidden and it’s barbaric. Whatever she did, her justice is not yours to administer.”\nThe crowd shuffled. There were so many of them. They seemed to be confused why she wasn't backing down. If only they'd gotten to know her, it wouldn't be a surprise.\n“Of course one freak would stand up for another,” Renley growled. “Fine. Run home and tell on us.”\nThe rain was getting heavier and Bobbi scanned over them in the darkness. Necks and chests were missing the shine of their Holy Symbols. Maybe because they would jingle and glisten in their attempts to be stealthy or maybe because they all knew this was an act of blasphemy. Either way, without their holy symbols as a focus, their spellcasting would be limited, if possible at all. None of them had brought obvious weapons. They weren’t expecting resistance or a fight. They were expecting a murder.\nShe recognized the faces from her school and considered who among them would be the biggest threat. If this escalated, it would be for her life. There was Henry, a timber wolf who was a skilled swordsman, but had no sword and more importantly, didn’t have the clenched jaw and steely eyes of man with conviction. Not like Renley did.\nClaude was a towering alligator with fearsome jaws and it was never easy to read his expression but his yellow eyes shifted with uncertainty. Sylas, the lion was deeper in the crowd and similarly listless. Few among them were as bloodthirsty as Renley and Orealia were and that would help if it did come to violence.\n“Run home while you burn our classmate to death. You go home, Renley. All of you, go home.”\nThe gathered mass of students rippled with apprehension and even the skunk and the feline priestess weren’t immune. The movement revealed rabbit ears, held down, hiding behind the towering lion. \n“Dax, I checked your dorm. I see you there. I’m very disappointed you thought this was a good idea.” Dax shamefully emerged, head hung low, averting his eyes.\n“What are you going to do, Bobbi? Fight us all?” Renley said.\n“What are YOU going to do, Renley? Kill two of your classmates and hope the Inquisitors, supreme investigators of crimes and transgressions, don’t figure it out?” The crowd shuffled more. \n“You think the Inquisitors will care?” Orealia laughed, bellowing with put-on drama. “About you two? We are Holy Orders, bound to vows of chastity. To stand as representatives of Ferridor to the sinful and weak masses of this corrupted land. \n“It’s clear to all of us and to every one of them just looking at you, that neither of you have any place in that. Freakish foxes from a faraway place, your bodies made for lust and temptation. No one would believe you are Paladins and Priestesses of anything but the whore Goddess, Adona. Or just plain whores. Maybe your ash-colored fur means you were born of demonesses! Bastard spawn of incubi or succubi.”\nShe had the attention of the crowd and Renley stepped up to join her.\n“You remember how the Inquisitors didn’t know what to do with you, when you developed into the abomination you are now, Robert. You went from another weird kid in the class to the embodiment of male temptation. We are separated by boys and girls because we must be chaste. We’re supposed to ignore your feminine curves and obscene breasts jiggling every time you train, because of nature’s sick joke and our Master’s guilty consciences? Challenging the teenage instincts we are here to transcend, then twisting it again with that grotesque reminder between your legs that you make us all lust for a BOY. We can all see how that confusion has rubbed off on your so-called friend, Dax.”\nSteps from Renley, Dax’s eyes widened and he hung his head lower still. If the others had known, they never mentioned it before. He went to the shorter hare and placed a hand on his shoulder. His voice was quiet now but the forest was quieter. \n“It’s okay, Dax. We all know that you like boys.” The gasps of the crowd suggested they didn’t in fact, all know. “We know you’re twisted this way because of her. You can still be redeemed.” He turned back to Bobbi and stepped forward.\n“But not you, Robert Ferrison. You’re a Trojan Horse of temptation, so blatantly built for sin that one might believe you were sent here to destroy The Order from within. You tempt every one of us with foul thoughts just by existing, Bobbi, and you tempt every one of the Inquisitors too. They’ll be so relieved to be rid of you. And I think you know it as well as I do.”\nThis was what she had trained for. Not sword fighting. Not the magic but the fortitude it took, to not give them a hair’s twitch of a reaction, even as the truth of their cruelty shredded her stomach like a barrage of arrows and the padding under her armor grew damp with cold, nervous sweat.\nPast her classmates, her eyes lifted to see Velaria’s eyes locked on hers, somehow also at ease despite being tied up and helpless. The corner of her mouth was curled into a wry grin and it flooded her with confidence and faith. Velaria wasn’t afraid for her life. She had a champion.\nBobbi raised her nose an inch and her gaze back down to Orealia and Renley. Her clenched jaw and lips betrayed a formative growl and she had to force her jaw to unlock so she could speak.\n“You wish to kill Velaria for crimes she’s been forgiven for and you wish to kill me for my appearance.” She lowered her sword from her shoulder and brought it to bear. She raised her voice as she continued, to address them all. “Disregard whatever you think of me or of her, like we are taught to do about the people that we help.. If you have ever thought about justice and the truth behind our teachings, take no step forward and you will be spared. Come at me or move to her and you will die with disgrace, for the judgment of Ferridor is mine to deliver.” \nMaybe Dax would reconsider. Some of the others, perhaps. But Renley had said what so many of them had obviously thought. Bobbi was aware of the attention her body received from their classmates, as they all learnt to be chaste together. That was the danger in Renleys’ words: she knew they were true and she saw the fire in their collective eyes.\n“Get her!” Renley commanded and the crowd lurched into action, all traces of the individual vanishing into a charging horde, crossing the clearing towards her in the pouring rain. They rushed her, unarmed and without the brunt of their magic. \nWhat he should have said was ‘kill her, with everything you can throw at her.” Their spells individually, would be their feeblest versions but if coordinated and concentrated against her, she might already be dead. Even without the aid of their Holy Symbols, they’d be better off surrounding her and throwing rocks than charging their armed and armored classmate.\nStill, she would slice a few with her sword before they would dogpile her and tear her apart, if they were devout enough to not defile her first. She needed to do more than fight them. Fingers clenched her Holy Symbol and she cast the most potent spell she knew: an air bomb meant for destroying waves of the undead at once, with the epicenter as a small, hot and blinding sun.\n“UKRADI MOJE SUNCE!” the Paladin bellowed the incantation toward the black sky, in a violent prayer to a wrathful God.\nThe night was in an instant, day, with an orb of brilliant, blinding fire over Bobbi’s head. Right before she closed her eyes, she noticed how the light bounced against the bottoms of the darkest, thickest clouds she’d ever seen. \nIt lasted for some seconds, burning bright through her eyelids until it disappeared with a wave of cold. Raindrops resumed, now steaming as they landed on the warm steel of her dry armor.\nThe crowd was scattered, halfway to her. Some had stopped to cover their eyes while others had slipped in the mud or tripped on the forest floor. The first two to recover were furious as they pounced to their feet, a wolverine and a dog, blinded more by rage than light and she had no choice but to defend herself.\nThe wolverine lunged and she sidestepped, letting her Holy Symbol fall back to hang from her neck and seizing a second-hand grip on her long-pommeled blade. She didn’t swing so much as let him jump into it and it was already halfway through his belly when she twisted it away to crouch and brace it, tip first for the charging dog’s heart. \nHe ran himself through but his weight knocked her onto her back, giving her a brief glimpse of the black sky, now churning like a boiling cauldron. In a moment, the view was blocked with her lifeless classmate fallen on her, his expression mercifully frozen in the rage. At least it was quick. His name was Nemi.\nNemi’s body above her pushed the pommel of her weapon into the mud. She hurried to shove him off her, bracing herself into a squat to lift him off the blade when she saw the churning clouds were now crackling with energy. \nBeyond the chaos of the clearing and the mob regaining their sight, trying to find their target underneath one of their own, she spotted Velaria. Her robes were snapping in the angry wind and her arms had somehow come free of their bonds. She held them high in the air. \nIt was clear now from the black, crackling clouds, she was about to summon Lightning in the middle of a rainstorm and Bobbi and her sword were the biggest, single metal object in the open field!\n“Get on the ground and hold the sword! Gauntlets off!” the Ivory Vixen shouted out to her. It was the first time she’d heard her speak and her voice was like a song, almost distracting her from the fight. \nBobbi nodded and obeyed, letting herself fall back into the mud as others began to spot her and converge. She rolled over, flinging off one gauntlet, then the other. Leather gloves around the blade, she was sandwiched between Nemi’s body and the earth, all the while feeling the static in the air making her thick fur try to rise in defiance of the wet dirt that covered it. They were coming for her but they slowed, starting to notice the charge all around them.\nThe second blinding light of the melee preceded the apocalyptic crunch of energy and somewhere after both of them came the agony of electrocution. It cracked and circled, first through her sword, then jumping to the ground and her armor, spreading through the tiny rivers of connected puddles in the thickness of the rain. \nShe didn’t understand electricity or what Velaria had done, but she trusted the orders were in the best interest of her survival. In the moments after, the pain was a welcome sensation. It meant she was alive. \nScreams, yelps, whimpers and pathetic gargles surrounded her as she clenched her blade and peeked out, while it felt like her eyeballs were trying to push out of her skull. Arcs of lightning jumped from body to body through the air, troughs and pools of water, until every one of them collapsed. No one but Velaria remained on their feet and she started to undo the ropes around her.\nFinally, it was quiet and still but for some lingering groans of agony. The smell of ozone and burnt fur overwhelmed the freshness of the heavy rain. She had been electrocuted like the rest of them but the sword drove in the ground had somehow helped her bypass the worst of it. Fur and hair stool on end everywhere it wasn’t pushed down by armor or caked mud. Her muscles responded when she went to stand.\nQuick but wobbly to her feet, a glance around took in the entirety of the gathered crowd, still on the ground. In the now quiet, rainy clearing between them, bodies smoked, some still and others rolling in pain.\nChapter 5\nBobbi grabbed her sword and tugged it from Nemi’s body, pushing him over to get his weight off. She fetched her gauntlets then, tucking them under her arm before she started toward the other vixen. \nSylas, the lion was the first one she recognized, still writhing in pain on the ground and she slid to her knees at his side, barely noticing Velaria shaking her head.\n“I forgive you, Sylas. Don’t pursue us,” she said and pushed her hand into his shirt to touch his bare chest. He closed his eyes and lowered his head in a shameful nod. Fingers grew warm and glowed from beneath his clothes as Bobbi muttered an incantation of Minor Healing. “Help the others. Do. Not. Pursue us.” \n“Are you going to save them all so they can try to kill us again?! We don’t have time for this!” Velaria shouted back, working to free herself from the ropes that bound her body and legs to the tree.\nBobbi sprang up and gathered speed, heavy boots splashing in the mud. Velaria was wrong yet right. If she could heal a few of them, who could heal the rest, everyone who could live, would and hopefully be smart enough to not further engage.\nWhere the head of the crowd had been, she spotted Dax, writhing and smoking, with his hand around the ankle of the first of them to stagger to his feet: it was Renley. \n“Let go of me, traitor!” the skunk growled, oblivious to Bobbi’s approach behind him. He fished in the mud for a heavy rock then lifted it with two hands over his head. \n“Renley!” she barked, now charging, her blade coiled to strike and he turned his attention to her. He drew the rock back over his shoulder, ready to heft it but the throw would be weak. Her course didn't change until he released it in a slow, predictable parabola, then she juked out of its path, running at him with the pointed end first.\nWhat would killing Renley mean?\nRenley and Orealia were the ringleaders. This was their fault. And if they could revive the others, they might persuade them to pursue and get more of their classmates hurt or killed. Without them, the rest might give up and whatever punishment the Abbey decided on for them, at least they would live. Blood was already on Renley’s hands. The wolverine and Nemi were riled up to their death because of him. If any of them were dead from the lighting, it was because of the orchestration of Renley and Orealia.\nThe case for sparing him didn’t come easily. They were defeated and yet he hadn’t learned a thing. Dax, it appeared, had stopped him from charging and Renley was going to kill him for that. Then he was so blinded by his hatred of her, he chose a futile attack over the shame of surrender.\nHer body slammed into his and his face came up to meet hers, wide-eyed as she ran him through with the entirety of her sword, lifting him off the ground. She skidded to a stop and he kept going, flying clear of her weapon and presenting the massive wound that split his chest. It was the first time she'd seen fear in his eyes, wide open and locked on her.\n“We have to go!” Velaria pleaded, stepping out of the loosened ropes, a feral raccoon jumping down from the post behind her and running off, towards the clearing. Did someone else help her to get free? The Ivory Vixen watched as well, looking every bit as confused. The feral animal scurried into the battlefield and straight to the possum girl, Madeline, who had been called on by Oreila to read the vixen’s crimes. She was barely moving, her body steaming in the rain and the raccoon licked at her face. Velaria hesitated before she ran to her.\nBobbi looked around again. A few others were starting to get up but none with the eagerness to fight. A badger named Stephen locked eyes with her, then lied back down.\nSafe for the moment, she set down her sword and knelt at Dax’s side, healing him while Velaria healed Madeline.\n“I’m sorry, Bobbi. This was all wrong. I let them convince me…”\nBobbi put her finger to his nose and mouth, with the warmth of another Healing spell. “You’re going to be okay, Dax. Don’t let them convince you to be anything you aren’t.”\n“We have to go now!” A hand fell on her shoulder and she swore she could feel the warmth of her touch through the steel pauldron. Velaria was next to her but turning to look only poked her muzzle into the softness of her breast. She’d never been so close to the vixen and her heart raced.\n“She’s right, Bobbi. You have to go! Renley is a bastard but he wasn’t wrong about the Abbey. They’ll find a way to blame you for this.” He looked up to Velaria then with a weak cough, “Take care of my girl. She’s a good one. And she likes you.”\nVelaria squatted low and flung her arms around her, hands planting on the armor over her breasts. No one else had ever touched them before, breastplate or not and she flushed as she was lifted to her feet. “Come on… Bobbi. Let’s go.”\nThe Ivory Vixen knew her name. At least now she did. And she’d grabbed her chest. And so despite the swirl of emotions, fear and guilt over lives taken, she felt her cock throb to life in her codpiece.\n“Bobbi!” Velaria spun her to shake her by the shoulders, mashing a massive, soft bust to her unmoving, armored one. They were face to face. Muzzle to muzzle. Then mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue. Neither of them started it, she was sure. It just happened, as natural as the falling rain.\nVelaria was the one to break the kiss. “We need to run! These three can heal the others.” Her head snapped to look at Madeline who was standing up on shaky legs, the raccoon perched on her shoulder. “Heal Orelia last, if you must save her at all.” \n“I’m so sorry, Velaria.” The possum girl spoke. “I never should have told her what I learned. We all make mistakes.”\nVelaria gave a disdainful huff and Bobbi just watched her. Seeing her jump back into action after their intimate moment, made her all the more enticing but Bobbi could deal with her feelings later.\nShe slipped on her gauntlets and flung her blade clean of the blood of three of her classmates… three attackers, before resheathing it. \nStanding together over the field of defeated students, writhing in pain or trying to stand on shaky legs, Velaria took her hand and they ran away from the Abbey, into the black of the moonless night and the weight of what they had done.\nChapter 6\nWith two pairs of fox eyes, they were well-suited for navigating the woods at night, with Velaria’s loose robes the biggest challenge, as stray branches grabbed and snagged at them. Others in their class could also see at night but with Renley dead and Orealia's fate unknown, it was hard to imagine the rest of them rallying to pursue. \nThe two stopped once to listen, then again, and later several more times. There was no sign of pursuit. \n“Tomorrow, it might be Inquisitors,” Bobbi panted. “We need to get as far away from here as possible. If we can reach the river, we can disappear forever.”\nVelaria nodded, with her hands on her knees, catching her breath for a moment before the Paladin took a hand and led her to follow. After a while, they found themselves on a path and running was easier. Veleria crossed her arms over her chest to restrain them, then ran with more speed. \nBobbi was sweating and the much-less-physically trained Velaria was almost hyperventilating by the time they reached the small river in the valley behind the Abbey. The path came to a bridge crossing it and the tiny dock with several canoes and rowboats off to the side. \n“We’ll take a boat down river,” Bobbi spoke and Velaria nodded. “That one.” She pointed to the longest canoe. “Nothing else here can seat as many men as that one. Fewer to chase us.” \nHer heavy boots clopped on the wood planks and she ran to the canoe, untying its mooring before she noticed Velaria lagging behind. She'd stopped at the first boat of the dock and her hand held to the rope that secured it. It aged and wilted until it disintegrated to dust, the obvious result of some minor cantrip. \nVelaria pushed the freed boat away with her foot then saw Bobbi was watching.\n“If they’re going to use these to chase us, why leave any of them at all?”\nBobbi hissed out a sigh but she was right: they were running for their lives. People were dead.. Property crime was inconsequential now. She drew a small knife and set about helping until every canoe but the biggest was loose and moving towards the middle of the river. They boarded, Velaria first with the help of Bobbi’s offered hand, then Bobbi herself, who pushed them off the dock with a long oar. After some maneuvering under the bridge, they joined the flotilla of unmanned boats, caught in a surprisingly strong current.\n“There’s a waterfall at some point. We can’t fall asleep in the boat,” the robed vixen said as she folded her hands between her knees.\nThe Paladin affirmed. “Alright. We’ll make some distance then steer ashore for the night.” \n“So… “\n“Yeah…”\n“Are you okay?”\n“I defended myself against an unjust attack. I wish that I hadn’t had to but I did what needed to be done.” Bobbi nodded, affirming it to herself before looking up to the Ivory Vixen’s enchanting eyes. “What about you? You may have killed more of them than me.”\n“Perhaps but it saved both of us from that unjust attack “\nShe dipped her head again. “Thank you.”\n“They’d have burned me at the stake if you hadn’t showed up. Madeline didn’t send her little friend to untie me until you stood up to them. We are even, when it comes to saving each other’s lives, Bobbi.”\nSilence followed and after a long moment, Velaria spoke again. “I guess this sort of changed the whole trajectory of our futures.”\n“So much for being a Paladin.”\n“I didn’t actually care about being a Priestess,” she said with a heavy breath. “They weren’t wrong. Coming hto the Academy was my redemption for my supposed crimes and it turns out I’m a pretty good conduit for the grace of Ferridor. I can sling spells in circles around most of the girls in my class and I’m probably the only one who’s not a virgin.”\n“You don’t kiss like a virgin,” Bobbi blurted out then averted her eyes.\nVelaria leaned in, her chest filling all the space between the elbows she planted on her knees, her eyes locked on Bobbi’s. “Lucky for you.”\nBobbi was silent and Velaria gave a playful nudge with her foot. “Hey. I’ve had sex with ONE boy. And it got me sent here. I’m not exactly what they call a slut, anywhere but an Abbey.”\nBobbi’s eyes darted around, avoiding hers.\n“Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Ferridor knows I don’t regret it yet I’m top of my class in using magic in his name. Maybe that whole chastity thing doesn’t work the way they say it does?”\nShe huffed a laugh then and sat back again. “So, what’s your deal, Bobbi? Weird name for a girl, even a girl with a dick. Which is a new one for me.”\n“The name is?”\n“The dick is. On a girl. Second biggest pair of tits on campus by a longshot and you’re packing that monster codpiece beneath them. It’s hard not to notice, even across the fields between buildings. That Renley guy did have a point. I'm sure all the boys want to fuck you and they’re all very confused by that package of yours. Ever mess around with any of them?”\n\"No! Absolutely not,\" she blushed and barked. Velaria recoiled but only momentarily.\nThe priestess mused a moment before continuing. “Do all arctic fox girls have racks like ours? I haven’t met any besides my sisters and you, and we’re all holding boulders. It must be something with the species, right?”\nBobbi shrugged. \"I've never met another like me. Not until you.\"\nVelaria nodded and their eyes met again.\n“Robert was the name they gave me at the Abbey but Robert wasn’t my real name either. No one alive knows what that was. I was found helpless and crying in some den of sin, the child of perverse and foul wizards that the Inquisitors destroyed.\"\n\"These wizards: they were foxes like us?\"\nBobbi shrugged. \"I assume so. They were first blamed when I started to develop into a woman, that I was some kind of freak for my parents meddling with magic and demons. There were tests, both scientific and magical and a whole trial to decide if they should kick me out. They didn't find anything unnatural and in the end, one of the more science-minded Fathers presented the case that in nature, sometimes strange and unpredictable things just happen. But Renley is right: I’m an abomination.”\n\"Bobbi, if it's natural, that's not an abomination. It's an anomaly.\"\nThe Paladin bit her lower lip. \"Maybe that's the word they used in the trial.\"\nVelaria was unphased, leaning in. “You had no problem healing that lion or your rabbit friend after killing three of your fellow Acolytes. Whatever you are, and whatever you think you are, it seems you still have Ferridor’s favor. All of those idiots that dragged out to the wood to burn me at the stake? They were scared of you. They knew you were powerful. That doesn’t sound like an abomination to me. It sounds like you’re a badass Paladin with a cock, balls and tits. Maybe that’s not common but so what? I think it’s kind of sexy.”\nBobbi blinked, wide-eyed at the comment and Velaria cracked a wry smile.\n“What? Are you wondering if I like you? I already kissed you.”\n“I thought I kissed you.”\nVelaria laughed. “I kissed you.”\n“Are you sure?”\n“Pull over.”\n“And then?”\n“Don’t be stupid, Bobbi.” Her eyes flitted down to her codpiece. “We can’t run all night. There’s a waterfall. Pull the boat over. Let’s rest for the night.”\nChapter 7\n“We should row a bit further.”\nVelaria leaned forward, bulging out her enormous chest over her knees again, her eyes locked on Bobbi. “What are you afraid of?”\nShe gritted her teeth at her codpiece filled with an eager, full erection until the pain was sharp and her wince was apparent. \n“We aren’t supposed to have these thoughts. And we can never, ever do anything about them.”\nShe gave a crooked chuckle. “They tell us that in the Nunnery too. You can’t even touch yourself for relief.” She leaned closer then, moving her hands from her knees to the sides of the boat and easing towards Bobbi. “...but I do. Almost every night. I hold my breast in one hand, finger myself with the other and I remember how good it feels to fuck. As you saw, my spells still work amazingly well.”\nShe was kneeling in the canoe now and her fingers slipped up to Bobbi’s armored thighs. “The straps on your codpiece look like they’re about to snap. Those must be hard to replace.” Mischievous fingers reached for it, while her eyes locked with Bobbi’s, her grin widening.\n“What do you think about when you touch yourself?” Her fingers started on one of the two buckles that kept her decent. Bobbi winced and the boat rocked.\n“Don’t…”\n“What do you think about, Bobbi?” she repeated, unfastening one strap, then holding the codpiece in place as she unfastened the other.\nHer eyes lifted from the floor of the canoe to Velaria’s. “I don't touch myself.\"\nVelaria twitched with skepticism.\n\"But I want to, when I think about you.”\nVelaria lit up before her attention returned to the codpiece, relaxing her pressure on it until it nearly sprung out of her hands, replaced with Bobbi's now free, swollen girlcock. “By the Gods, it’s like my arm!”\n“It’s disgusting, I know.” She said that because she was supposed to believe it, not because she did.\nVelaria leaned in, fingers wrapping gingerly around her girth. “It’s gorgeous.” Her nose brushed it, sniffing deeply and Bobbi shivered. “You can keep rowing if you like. Or pull ashore. But I’m just going to…”\nWith her green eyes locked with Bobbi’s, she eased her muzzle over the pointed, canine tip of her cock, delicate hands running down its length. Her demure expression distorted as she slipped down the first few inches, her jaw almost distending to accommodate the thickness. \nBobbi closed her eyes and savored the sensation. In all her fantasizing about sucking her own cock, she hadn’t considered Velaria’s mouth, assuming that was some kind of depravity for sailors and whores. Velaria was too pure for that, in her mind. With Velaria, the fantasy was about making love, in some idealized, flowery meadow. \nFor the compromised and inglorious position of the vixen between her legs, her mouth and muzzle around her was a delightful feeling and entrancing sound, the subtle slurps and smacks of lips and tongue against her bare, tender flesh, audible over the calming flow of the river. \nHer eyes opened, holding the oar in the water enough to keep them straight. One of the other boats was drifting towards the shore. Velaria’s fingers slipped down to palm one of her heavy testicles, lifting its weight before slipping under it. Beyond it. What was she doing?!\nBetween the crack of her rump, her finger slipped through between her cheeks, lubricated by her sweat soaked fur and pressing against the clenched muscle of her pucker. “What are you…”\nA grin cracked at the corner of Velaria’s mouth as she interrupted her by pushing her finger past it, eyes locked with Bobbi’s, looking for a reaction. \nBobbi was tense, wincing but Velaria eased it in further, slowly while pulling her muzzle off her cock. “It's nice to have someone else inside you, isn't it Bobbi?”\n“I shouldn’t like this but I do.”\nVelaria leaned up to kiss her again, the smell of her own male musk on her breath now, rich and enticing. It was the closest she’d come to tasting herself. The kiss was met with eager hunger, long and passionate until the red-haired vixen broke it. “Pull over. I need you to touch me.”\nBobbi nodded, dipping in the oar and rowing quickly. She was helpless. They crashed ashore and Velaria jumped to her feet, then pulled Bobbi up with her. \n“Get these stupid things off,” she demanded and grabbed a gauntlet with both hands and yanked it away, then the other. Beneath then, she wore leather gloves and Velaria removed them as well, tossing it all in the canoe. With her hands bare, she held them tightly for a long moment, pulling her against her and kissing again. \nJust as Bobbi’s touch began to wander over Velaria’s body, she pulled back, her gaze serious and intense. Arms crossed before she tugged her robe open, exposing her full nudity and those tremendous, white furred breasts quaked at the slightest movement. She tossed the robe over a nearby branch then grabbed Bobbi’s wrists and brought them straight to her chest. Guiding her, she ran her hands over her stiff nipples, their curves too broad to fit her hands around.\n“Let me take off my armor,” Bobbi urged but Velaria shook her head. \n“I don’t want to wait that long.” She backed away from the water, her bare feet sinking into the muddy shore, leading Bobbi with her towards a thick, sturdy tree. When her back hit it, she pulled her into another desperate kiss, before she turned around and lifted her tail. “I need you, Bobbi. Don’t make me wait another second.”\nBobbi had never lost control so thoroughly, helpless to Velaria’s spell. Her self-discipline was never more in danger than when she thought about the Ivory Vixen and with her here and now encouraging her, she was hopelessly out-of-control. If it cost her, her power and position, so be it. She’d never wanted anything so much as this. \nHer view was half-blocked by her own breasts and she hunched over to see. Quite accidentally, she found her muzzle over Velaria’s rump and her instinct took over. What her finger had done to her, she hoped to make her feel. She craved her taste. Without thinking she plunged her tongue on her pucker and Velaria squealed in delight.\nThe musky taste was enthralling but the noises she coaxed from the gorgeous vixen were music. Perhaps this would be enough? If she used her tongue and mouth only, would Ferridor's punishment be less severe? \n“I love it Bobbi but three of those girls have eaten my ass. I want your dick inside me.”\nBobbi nodded against her and her muzzle hung on until she could bring her hips to bear, the eager, drooling head of her cock near enough to her face to smell it. The scent of it overpowered even Velaria’s musk and eagerness, fire to her nose and her mouth opened. \nIf she was going to go this far with Velaria, perhaps she could lick herself first? The temptation had pulled at her for so long. Was that a bigger sin still than sex? At least with sex, she was giving Velaria what she desired. If she was to start masturbating with her own muzzle, would she ever be able to stop?\n“Bobbi! What are you waiting for?!” Velaria was pleading now, reaching back through her legs trying to find it.\n“Sorry!” She shook it off and lined up with Velaria’s swollen sex. It looked so small in comparison to her but every instinct now told her to push. Her willpower was long since sapped away\nStrong hands took a firm grip on her hips before she lurched forward, watching her lover's eager folds spread by the pointed tip of her vulpine erection, slow enough that she could stop if her lover should protest. \nVelaria braced and dipped her head low between arms planted against the tree, a deep, steady groan pushing out of her as Bobbi pushed in. \nIt felt divine, even at just a few inches but she wished she could see her lover’s face and reactions to make sure she was doing it right. “Are you okay?”\n“Don’t hold back, Bobbi. I want the whole thing.”\n“Will it fit?!”\n“I think it will but only one was to find out.”\nBobbi took a small step forward, sinking deeper still until she couldn’t see her cock past her breastplate, then another as her pelvis pressed against Velaria’s rump, her every inch buried inside her. She looked down at her back, thinking how deep she must be, somewhere above the crown of her pelvis and into her abdomen. \nHot, tight testicles mashed to Velaria’s wetness, smearing it over them with a stirring of her hips, a grind that her vixen lover purred from.\n“It’s so big! Just what I like. Fuck me, Bobbi!”\nShe obliged, not sure exactly how Velaria would like that but her instincts made clear what to try first. She began thrusting, rough and deep, pulling back then shoving her towards the tree, making sure her arms remained braced. Was that too much? Everything felt amazing.\n“Harder Bobbi! Fuck me hard! Show me how strong you are!”\nTeeth gritted and she thrust with all her strength, her armor rattling along with the rhythmic slap of her pelvis on Velaria’s ass, over and over. Rough. Fast. All of it seemed to drive her lover mad with delight. For her lifetime of training, she was strong and this was her chance to prove it to the gorgeous vixen she’d pined for, for so long.\nVelaria’s cries swelled until they were explosive and loud, carrying through the night.How far down river had they made it? Who cared. Never had she known such divine pleasure and her lover was sharing in her ecstasy. Exciting tingling started to gather in her loins, her scrotum tightened more, mashed between their bodies. She knew she wanted to finish but wondered if it had been as long as she was supposed to last. \nHer thrusting changed as she felt the swelling along her shaft, the canine knot at the base of her cock starting to inflate like a small fist.\n“I’m going to…”\n“Do it! Cum inside of me!”\nWith one final thrust, her knot pushed past her tightness and her once neglected cock exploded in release, throbbing and gushing until she could feel the clenching of her lover’s insides tightening. She tried to back away to leave more room but her knot had swollen to seal her from the inside, like some perverse cork.\nHer entire body was alight with a completely new kind of pleasure, tingling through her nerves and muscles until they threatened to not respond. She held tight to Velaria’s hips, who was gasping and groaning, then looked back over her shoulder. Her jaw hung open, panting but she gave a crooked smile.\n“That was incredible, Bobbi.”\nShe nodded, the wave of ecstasy subsiding and what came next was an overwhelming tiredness. Was this her punishment? Was Ferridor draining the life from her? Velaria seemed fine.\n“I need to sit.”\nVelaria agreed. “Ok, we should get your armor off though.”\n“Ehhhhh,” she was near fainting and Velaria caught on quickly enough to help her. Attached at the hips, they eased together to the forest floor, to lay on her side. \nMetal plates creaked and rattled but she had never been more tired when she closed her eyes.\nChapter 8\nThere was shaking and weight when she stirred to consciousness. She was alive! Her eyes opened to see daylight through the canopy of the trees, her view tremoring but there was no armor to rattle. The familiar tingle in her loins of waking up erect was there but this time, it was squeezed again inside that divine warmth.\nShe half sat up to find the gorgeous vixen straddling her, sitting on her morning erection! She was riding with her fingers crossed behind her head, massive breasts jostling proud and heavy as she moved. “Good morning. You were so hard, I couldn’t let it go to waste,” She smiled and reached down to grope Bobbi’s own chest. They were bare now. She'd been stripped naked, stripped down with her armor set aside, nearby. \n“What are you…”\nVelaria rolled forward, onto her hands, then her elbows, crushing breast to breast until her muzzle was at Bobbi’s. “Is this not okay?”\nBobbi hesitated then nodded. “No, it’s ok.”\nDraped over her, they melted into a lazy, hungry kiss. “Good. Then good morning. Lay back and enjoy it.”\nVelaria unfolded herself to sit upright and continued to grind her hips. “I couldn’t let you sleep with all that on. That can’t be comfortable.”\nBobbi shook her head. \n“Lucky me to be rescued by you,\" Velaria mused as she panted, rolling her hips rhythmically, looking down over her lover. \"You’re so brave and so beautiful. We kind of look alike, don’t you think?”\nShe gave a chuckle. “I wish I knew how common big breasted, white foxes are.”\nVelaria took her hands and brought them up to her chest, then put hers on Bobbi. “Huge breasted,” she corrected with a proud smile. She rolled her torso and shifted her hips, moving Bobbi inside her. “Lots of the girls in the Abbey talked about you. They like you, just like the boys do. But you should maybe worry more about how common girls are who can take a giant dick like yours.”\n“How many more do I need?”\nVelaria gave a chuckle and a shrug, her heaving breath underlining her speaking. “That’s really up to you. Let’s just enjoy this for now.” A finger moved to Bobbi’s muzzle to quiet her then planted palms on the Paladin's lower stomach and lidded her eyes, easing her body up and down, in small circles, slow and savoring, almost like a dance. Hungry breaths slipped free of a mouth that no longer stayed shut and after some time a whimper escaped. Then another.\nBobbi laid back and watched, transfixed as her vixen lover skillfully pleased herself with torturous patience, while her eager erection throbbed inside her, needing to be tensed often so she didn’t finish too soon.\nWhimpers became moans and moans swelled to louder ones, a creeping but inevitable crescendo of pleasure then she was lost in ecstasy. \nEventually her eyes opened and she fell forward, hands on Bobbi’s shoulders, clenching around her body. The dance was over and her hips jammed back more rough and direct now. Muzzle hung over her muzzle, eyes locked in intensity until Bobbi was ready to burst again. Her own pelvis bucked upwards but Velaria lifted herself, avoiding tying again.\n“Don’t knot. Just cum.”\nBobbi nodded and obliged, another divine release wracking her, this time more familiar and easier for lying down. It passed, leaving her panting and exhausted but this time, she stayed awake.\nAfter a long moment crumpled in her embrace, Velaria stood up, slipping free of Bobbi’s spent erection, letting it flop over her stomach, grazing the bottoms of her breasts. The priestess stretched, touching her toes, with her rump toward Bobbi then reached for the sky, presenting her bare fur to the sun.\nShe turned around with a laugh and a smile. “Well, that was fun. I couldn’t have picked a better Savior.”\nThe weight of it started to catch up with Bobbi. “We broke our vows to Ferridor. Everything we’ve worked for…”\nVelaria snapped her fingers and a globe of bright light appeared in her hand. Magic, channeled from their God. “I told you, I don’t think he cares as much as we’re taught.”\nBobbi watched, confused for a long moment before she tried the spell herself and it happened, just as it always had. Her Light spell was less impressive but that was to be expected. Paladins weren’t as strong in their spellcraft because of all the time spent on other, more martial skills.\n“What now then? Are we supposed to be married or something?”\nVelaria laughed and shook her head. “Bobbi, I just met you. You don’t know anything about me! Why would you want to marry me?”\nBobbi frowned. “I’ve thought about you so much. We can learn about each other.”\nVelaria walked back to sit at Bobbi’s side on the ground. “Is that what you want to do with your life? Be a husband, so you can not feel bad about having sex with me? Is that a life for a Paladin?”\n“I’m not a Paladin yet.”\n“By a few weeks. You don’t have a certificate of graduation but you look like a Paladin to me. Well, at least with the armor on. Without you look like a sex goddess.\"\nBobbi only slumped and Velaria took her hand in her lap. “Bobbi, we’re fugitives now. That’s the thing we should be thinking about what to do next. We need to go very, very far away from here. I’m going back to the family they took me away from and you’re welcome to join me but I think I’m going to lead a pretty boring life. And you heard them: you’re not the only lover in my life.”\nShe shifted and nodded hesitantly. “Tell me what happened, Velaria. They say sex is this enormous sin and yet here we are. But they were going to kill you over it.”\n“Bobbi, some of those girls and boys have had sex. Girls with boys. Girls with girls. Boys with boys. Sometimes technicalities like oral and anal. Sometimes, just plain fucking like we did.”\n“Okay. So what do you do?”\n“I had sex with my brother.”\nBobbi covered her mouth and her stomach turned. “Like by accident?”\n“No. Like on purpose.”\nVelaria watched her for a long moment before she rolled her eyes and stood up to pace. She admitted such a disgusting act, so casually and without remorse and she was annoyed? “You were an orphan, right? So you know what it was like to grow up with no one. Well I grew up adopted. My two sisters, then our beautiful, baby boy brother. Our mother and father were wealthy but mean and their natural children hated us. The four of us only had each other and things happen when you’re that close to someone, and so far from everyone else.”\nBobbi’s brows furrowed, staring at her. “And that justifies... having sex with them?”\n“When you love someone and they love you, your body tells you things. Yes, we knew we weren't supposed to but what's the use in listening to people who don't treat you well? Sex isn't a sin, Bobbi. Hopefully you know that now! It’s the closest connection you can have with a person. That's okay to do with you who I just met but not with someone I love with all my heart, who I've known all my life?”\nVeraria was so casual about it and that made it worse. \n\"There are Ferridor's rules but there are also laws of nature. It's not natural.\"\n\"Do YOU really want to tell me about what people think is natural and not what actually is?\" \nBobbi sighed. \"I don’t know anything about families but I know that's not how it works.\"\n“Is adopting children so you can marry them off for wealth and power, without having to whore out your own flesh and blood, how a family is supposed to work? That’s what my parents did. I don’t think either one of us had the privilege to learn what a family is supposed to be! Maybe that’s as much of a fantasy as you thinking we need to be married and spend our lives together just because you put your dick in me.”\nBobbi was silent for a long moment, losing focus at the forest floor. The spell was broken. “You’re going back to them?”\n“Yes. I am going back to my real family. And I’m going to use all of what they’ve taught me here to rescue my sisters and brother from our adopted parents. Then we’re going to carve out a quiet life somewhere together.”\nShe came back to squat beside Bobbi. “You could join us if you want. My sisters are my identical twins and I bet they’d like you. Hamlin, my brother, might be a little jealous at first but if you let him fuck that beautiful ass of yours, you’d have him wrapped around your finger.”\nBobbi stared off into the woods, giving her head a small shake. “That’s what you’re going to do with your life? Rescue your family and have sex with them again?”\nShe nodded. “Yes. Maybe start a farm. Be a family. Have Hamlin’s kits...\"\n\"You're going to have inbred children? On purpose? That I know is wrong.\"\n\"Do you? Are you an expert in inbreeding?\"\nShe waited and Bobbi gave a small shake of her head.\n\"I’ve done my homework. Yes, things can go wrong but we pass on our traits to our offspring. The traits of my family are superior to any I've ever seen. At least until I met you. Maybe I’m already pregnant from you? That wouldn't be so bad.”\nBobbi blinked and looked back at her, wide-eyed before releasing a heavy sigh.\nVelaria gave a small chuckle. “You know that's a risk when you have sex. Unless you only want to do it in the mouth or the butt.”\n“Well, at least we’re not related.”\nThe ivory vixen laughed. “We could be? But it doesn't matter. It's another lie to control us.” She patted her knee and stood up. \n“See Bobbi? This is why you don’t marry people you just met.”\nThe Paladin sat there, her mind racing to piece everything back together. What the vixen had said gave her chills of disgust but so much of what she’d been taught, she was now rethinking. This thing, she didn't need to change her mind on. The thought of their life together was gone now. Moral or otherwise, the idea of joining a family for a quiet life of farming and inbreeding was not the future she wanted.\nVelaria went to the tree where her robe was hanging and slipped it on, securing it around herself.\n“I thought about this a lot last night. I didn’t expect you would want to come with me and I don’t need you to. I can take care of myself and I will take care of my family. There’s another boat that ran aground a little ways down the river so I’ll take that and you can take ours.”\nBobbi nodded slowly, standing back up.\n“What are you going to do now, fugitive Paladin? Finding other girls who can handle your big dick doesn’t sound like such a bad idea now, does it?” she grinned.\nBobbi chuckled somberly. “It’s not my first priority.”\n“It shouldn’t be. At least, not today. But look, you’re free! You can fuck whoever you want and Ferridor doesn’t care at all.” Arms extended out and she looked to the sky. “Hey Ferridor! Thanks for all the spells. I’m going to use them to save my siblings from our shitty family. Then I’m going to fuck my brother and sisters until we have a whole family of our own.”\nHer attention came back to Bobbi and snapped both fingers, a ball of Light appearing in each hand. “See? He doesn’t care. Maybe all that’s important is that we have good hearts and do the right thing when it counts?” She closed her palms and they disappeared. \n“Bobbi, we don’t even know if Ferridor is real. Yes, we learn these prayers and spells but the Gods don't talk to us. They don’t visit us. He hasn’t proved anything to us. Maybe it comes from the Universe? Maybe it’s some other source of power, and Ferridor is this story someone made up to tell us what to do! Blasphemous, right?”\nThe ivory vixen snapped and another Light globe appeared. “Nobody cares.” \nShe stepped up again, chest to chest, hugging her and bringing her muzzle near, but Bobbi looked away. With a chuckle, she gave a quick kiss on her nose then slipped back to hold her shoulders. “Thanks for rescuing me. You did save me. And whatever you think of me now, I hope you still know it was worth it. You did the right thing last night and sometimes you need to help people you don't agree with. Those people aren’t Paladins or Priests and they’re not heroes. You are.”\nHer hands moved down her arms and she took a step back. “And you can still be a hero and share that gorgeous body of yours with others. It’d be such a waste if you didn’t. I know you liked it. Goodbye Bobbi.”\nShe kissed the air and headed toward the river with a pronounced sway in her hips, which Bobbi couldn’t resist watching. Velaria stopped and looked back with a grin and a shimmy of her rump. “Two more vixens that look just like me. Identical triplets! You’re sure?”\n“I’m sure. Goodbye Velaria.”\nThe ivory vixen nodded with a pursed smile then turned back to the water, walking away. She looked back once more and waved before heading off down the bank, behind one tree, then another until finally she was gone, leaving Bobbi naked and alone. \nA twitch in the groin made her aware of the extra weight and pulled her back into the moment. The view of the vixen leaving had not been lost on her body and her freshly deflowered cock was stiff and ready again. Would she let her have sex once more? Perhaps anally? Should she say something more before she was gone forever? \nFor all of the fantasies of making love to the ivory vixen and having a life with her, it all seemed so silly now. It was impossible not to judge the vixen's desire for her own kin and was sure that was in defiance of more natural laws than those of their religion. Even without the scandal of her relationship with her brother, a quiet life on a farm had never appealed to her. The world was big, people needed help and she'd spent her entire life training to be someone who could help them. \nThe hardest thing about not calling out for Velaria now was that she really wanted to have sex one more time.\nTeeth dug into her lower lip and she said nothing, only waiting for enough time to pass that she was surely gone. The river was loud after the last night's rain and it hid any further sounds of the ivory vixen's departure from her life. \nEnough time passed and she finally got off the ground and went to a fallen tree, next to where her armor was orderly placed and sat back down, with her legs wide then looked down at her erection, so swollen it pressed against her breasts. \nSlick. Pointed. Massive. Incredibly hard. A hot iron of once-forbidden desire, satiated without consequence. Her strong hand took a firm grip of its base, then her other joined it, beginning to stroke, slowly exploring the sensation. But when the shifting sun hit her shining armor she stopped and looked, seeing herself in the polished metal. The curves it has been formed into were broad and distorted, but led her eye to the long scabbard of her wide-bladed, two-handed sword. She unsheathed it and stabbed it into the ground, facing the fallen log, then took her seat in front of her, the blade presenting her reflection, narrow but without distortion. Shuffling, she lined up to it until she could see her face, breasts and cock, then she started to stroke again.\nBobbi watched herself, transfixed as she fulfilled the fantasy and relief of masturbation, finally unburdened from consequences. Velaria was right. She was beautiful and everything beautiful about the ivory vixen, was beautiful about herself. Sharp features, bright eyes, wide hips, huge breasts. They could have been sisters. \nHands moved to her chest, slow and curious, groping them and tugging stiff nipples before she pulled them enough for her erection to slip between them. She hunched her back more, crushing her chest against her thighs until her erection poked free of the top of her cleavage. Her hungry muzzle leaned down to meet it, smelling Velaria’s fresh wetness still on her. With her eyes back on her reflection, she dipped lower, easing her mouth down and closing it around her own cock, its musky taste exciting and electric. \nEvery perverse thought she’d repressed came back like a flood and her spine bowed up and down, fucking her own chest and sealed muzzle, watching her reflection the entire time. A hand slipped down to brush over her sack, once again tight and laden, ready for release. Fingers crept past it and under, finding nerves only Velaria had touched. The crack of her rump was damp with sweat and she pushed further, against her clenched muscle, then further still, burying it in herself, knuckle by knuckle. \nBobbi allowed herself the muffled whimper that wanted to escape. There were no consequences anymore. Finally, she could just enjoy it. Her free hand slapped on her bare breast, groping as power and pleasure flooded to her loins again, then up through her cock. \nThe wave of ecstasy shocked her into opening her muzzle right as her semen erupted, hitting her face and inside her mouth, then spilling out and drooling out into her cleavage. Lips sealed around it, capturing the new and once-forbidden, alkaline taste before the next gush and her cheeks swelled. Over a leaky seal, the surprise of the force of her ejaculation and its curious taste, she managed to swallow most of it. Another came quickly behind, threatening to choke her until she lifted her head away, uncorking a much bigger mess now. \nHeaving and panting, she looked back at her reflection: the same as it had been but now messier. Her repression and hesitation were abandoned and without apparent consequences and warm comfort replaced it all. Her reflection was captivating and she watched herself milk the last of her semen from her throbbing cock until her orgasm trickled off to a drool. She was beautiful and she could finally admit that her own appearance aroused her.\nWith the truth of her acceptance weighing in her mind, she rolled a palm over on her knee. Eyes looked up to the sky and whoever might be behind it, while she caught her breath for a long, nervous moment, before she gazed to her hand and snapped her fingers.\nA small globe of light appeared and stayed there, bold and strong as it had always been. She stared at it until her eyes hurt then closed her hand. \nTime passed, lost in thought. Question after question. What had she been taught that was actually true? What other lies had she internalized? Just because the Abbey was wrong about some things didn’t mean Velaria was right about the rest. In this, it seemed she was and that was liberating enough for now. Maybe she was still a Paladin.\nThe moment eventually caught up to her. Back at the Abbey, a storm of consequences must be brewing and she’d been careless with the time. They would pursue her for certain and she needed to keep her head start. \nThe vixen hurried to the river and splashed the biggest of the mess of her face and body clean, then dried herself with padded underclothes. Dressing herself hastily, then suiting up in her armor, she was ready to go in minutes. She took back her sword, glancing at her reflection once more then sheathing it over her shoulder. \nHer stomach rumbled, a reminder she had no provisions or supplies but she was a resourceful Paladin. She would be fine. \nBobbi pushed the canoe back into the water, wading up to her knees before stepping into it. With clarity but no real direction, she began to row down the river.\nWith the image of Velaria fresh in her mind, she thought then of the sisters she spoke of and the generous endowments they also carried. Her peer, Domantas came to mind then, the male, white fox, hung like she was. She looked down at herself, and the beautiful sensual body she’d been blessed with and imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by others like her.\nPerhaps she would go north…\n\nThe End\n\n"
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"writing": "[b]Pairs of Pumpkins Patches:\nHer Knight In Shining Armor[/b]\n\nby Jess Faulks\n\n[i]\n(\"Patches'' are standalone, supplemental stories in the \"Pairs of Pumpkins\" Universe that exist outside of the chapters and timeframe of the main story. They explore and detail ideas and characters in the world, who may have some secondary or tertiary connection to the cast and events of the Pairs of Pumpkins storyline, even if they never intersect with it.)\nAuthor’s Note: Pairs of Pumpkins is “sexy fantasy” more than it is erotica, and these stories are Novelettes more than Short Stories. I promise though, there is a sexy pay off but it won’t come quickly.\n I should warn that this particular “sexy fantasy” also contains violence but nothing to do with the sexy parts. Lastly, the story is set in a school of sorts but all participants in the sexy parts are 18/”Senior Year” equivalents. \n[/i]\n\nChapter 1\n\nSlick. Pointed. Massive. Incredibly hard. The bold red of her cock stabbed skyward, a hot iron of forbidden desire in the cool air, lit through her window by the light of the waning, crescent moon. She desperately wanted to touch it. To taste it and put her mouth around it. More than anything in this moment of weakness, she wished to plunge it into the embrace of the most gorgeous creature she'd ever seen, the Ivory Vixen.\nSitting alone in her modest dorm room, Bobbie wasn’t supposed to think these thoughts. She was a righteous Paladin in-training, an Acolyte almost to graduation. A Paladin was not supposed to be entranced by the foul tower of sin rising from her own lap, inches from her white-furred muzzle, her eyes crossed to focus on it. \nIt twitched as she flexed it, teasing her with how close it would be to her own mouth if not for her second, freakish deformity: a pair of breasts of remarkable size, heavy and bulky, each one the size of her skull. They were still restrained in the custom-fitted, metal breastplate of her suit of armor and in moments like these, the extra barrier helped keep the bestial urges of her perverse body at bay. She knew she could reach it though.\nShe hated the way she had developed, a freakish anomaly of nature according to the strictly religious doctors of the Abbey. Once she'd been a lanky boy with an out-of-proportion sheath but at puberty she was as surprised as anyone to grow into an outrageously curvaceous, feminine form, with wide hips, a narrow waist and an enormous chest. Her figure was now the epitome of boyish fantasies that she herself was guilty of, with a weight and bulk that was now always in her way. Despite her vow of chastity she was attracted to females before she had developed into what she could only rationalize as a She.\nMost of the other, all-male acolytes would admit some attraction to women but she was the only one who saw a pair of giant, teenage breasts every time she looked down. Breasts she had to resist wrapping around her cock every time she got an erection. \nShe hated the way her own body had turned her on but through calm of mind, learned through years of meditation practice, she could control that self-disgust.\nWhat she was less confident in controlling was how her body reacted to a particular Initiate Priestess, a stunning beauty she knew only as the Ivory Vixen. She hadn’t heard her voice. She didn’t know her name. While she’d only seen her from afar, she was entirely irresistible. \n“The Abbey of Ferridor’s Righteous Right Hand” was the premiere academy for elite Paladins and Priestesses, with an extensive, seminary wing for the training of both. Segregated from the main compound, The Academy was split again by gender into two, long, parallel buildings. One for the all-male Paladin Acolytes, of which she was considered and the other for the all-female Priestess Initiates. The two were separated by a broad lawn, an easily-surveilled No Man’s Land that prevented fraternizing. The boys and girls could see each other from across the yard but never intermingled except on special, supervised occasions. \nShe had seen many Initiates over the years but the Ivory Vixen stood out the way Bobbi herself must have: a wildly curvaceous body that the modest robes of a trainee couldn’t hide. Fur not unlike her own but more yellowish to Bobbi's grey and white. Striking, ginger hair stood out in a crowd and piercing, green eyes had caught hers repeatedly from afar. They were the only two, female foxes in the whole Abbey with pale fur instead of red, something said to be more common far north. \nTheir similarities made her wonder if all of their kind developed to such extremes. The only other light-colored fox among the Acolytes was a male named Domantas, who she’d seen from the locker rooms was endowed more like a horse than any other vulpine or canine, giving credence to the idea it was their entire species that matured this way.\nThe Fathers of the Brotherhood preached that the penis had a mind of their own, and that mind was a powerful persuader. It was the focus of all masculine sin. The bigger it was, the louder it would tempt them, one of them had added to her, personally. If that were true, Bobbi’s was a devil. Nothing would tempt them from the path of righteousness than the desires of their penises and Bobbi had seen few others near the size of hers. Only the horses and the fox, Domantas.\nShe was fresh from training, still in her full suit of plate armor, the sweat cooling beneath metal, padding and fur. Only her helmet and codpiece were removed, the former carried back under her arm and the latter desperately unbuckled the moment she was in private.\nIt was a test of her chastity. Her faith in their God, Ferridor the Builder. Total mastery of the self was foundational to the strength of a Holy Paladin. Resisting temptation only made her stronger.\nBobbi closed her eyes and stilled her breath, focusing on the cool air entering her lungs through her nose and the hot breath exiting out her mouth. It was torture but she was trained to resist torture. With her breathing under control she stood up and began to methodically remove her armor. \nIt was best done with a squire but students didn’t have squires and the Abbey's signature design was built to be adorned and removed alone, though it took some time. She removed each plate and wiped it clean, then set them on the display shelf across from her bed. A mirror helped with the hard-to-reach straps and was required to make sure every acolyte was presentable to Godly standards every morning, but she kept hers angled toward the door, to only use when necessary.\nThe breastplate was the last hard piece to come off, before hanging the padded undershirt and pants. She stripped down the rest of the way and hung her undergarments to air dry, breathing deeply the entire time. She still was in control. \nNude, she waved her hand over two buckets of water, one soapy and one not, warming them both with a minor spell. Fetching a sponge then, she cleaned herself, slow and carefully. Her face and hair. Her neck and shoulders. Her breasts and the void between them. Her penis, scrotum and the void behind it. Under her tail and the crack of her rump. As long as she went slow enough, she was grooming, not indulging in temptation. While thorough, she lingered no more than necessary to be properly clean.\nAfterward, she dried with a towel and fetched a nightshirt from her small dresser, one she’d custom cut and sewn from a bedsheet to fit her. She pulled it over her head and down to her erection, which hadn’t subsided at all, defying her. \nBobbi wondered what life would be like with the Ivory Vixen. If they might ever be assigned on the same mission. What her personality was like. How she sounded when she spoke. There were rumors of Paladins of other orders that were allowed to get married. Children were not in the plan for Bobbi but if she had them with her, they would be magnificent and beautiful.\nThe vixen acolyte laid down on her bed, on her back, reciting prayers in her head until the weight of her chest shortened her breath enough to roll onto her side. Eventually, she fell asleep.\nChapter 2\n“Eyes up, Dax!” She pulled her gloved punch, before it landed on the inattentive hare.\n“Owww! Bobbi!”\n“Eyes UP!”\n“I wasn’t staring at your…”\nBobbi snapped her extended fist back under her muzzle, elbows clamped around her breasts to secure them. “I know, Dax. You were staring at Renley again. I don’t get what you see in him.”\n“He’s gorgeous.”\n“He’s a snake.”\n“He’s a skunk.”\nHer friend, Dax the hare, was a foot shorter than Bobbi and much slighter in stature. He was fast, when he could focus but she had the advantage of reach and strength.\nHe swung and she stepped back, clear of his fist. Sparring her probably wasn't the best practice for him either, with his obvious fear of punching the breasts that dominated her chest. \n“You know what I mean.”\n“BOBBI! DAX!” The quartermaster barked from a short tower he used to supervise the training yard. “LESS TALKING! MORE FIGHTING!” \nThey exchanged a few punches silently, blocking and dodging. Dax looked back to the quartermaster, who'd turned his attention elsewhere, and Bobbi resisted the cheap shot but tapped his shoulder to make sure he knew she could have. He ignored it.\n“You know he’s only mean to you because he’s jealous of you. Either that or he likes you.”\n“No, he’s mean.” She threw a jab and he juked. “Not just to me. To everyone. No excuses. What about Sylas? Strong, silent type?”\n“He’s a lion. Those teeth scare me.” He swung back and she twisted under it, despite her superior height.\n“C’mon Dax. It’s not like I’m a small target. And you shouldn’t be thinking about any of them like that.”\nThe rust-colored rabbit grinned and punched again, clipping her chest. “The way you think about the Ivory Vixen?”\n“Ow! Yes, exactly like that.” She countered and he ducked, then she caught him low, square on the muzzle. “It’s not in the cards for any of us.”\n“You saw her yesterday, right?”\n“Of course I did.”\n“Watching you?”\nBobbi paused. “I didn't know she was watching me…”\nDax took advantage and jabbed, bopping her muzzle. “Rabbit punch!”\n“OWWWW!”\n“You seriously didn’t notice? You’re like twins. The only female foxes with light fur. The only two in this whole place with gigantic boobs? Yes, she was looking at you.”\nBobbi swung a hook and Dax feigned, then he jabbed and she sidestepped. A jab and a cross caught the hare in his shiny, black nose. \n“I know you like her, but she’s bad news. Rumor is she came for filth and is bottom of the class. She might even flunk out of school.”\n“They’re just jealous of her.”\n“Speaking of other foxes, did you hear about Domantas?”\n“He’s the only person who’s nice to me here. What about him?”\n“He’s in the stockades.”\n“What did he do!?”\n“Not sure. Apparently he lied about his birthright on the application to the Academy. He said he was part of the Royal Family in some faraway Kingdom but they replied after a year saying they didnt know a thing about him.”\n“He never said anything about being royalty. But aren’t all of your parents rich? Does it matter?”\nDax sighed and threw an easily-dodged punch. Bobbi slipped it across her back.\n“Not if you’re adopted by the Order, like you. But if you say you’re from a family…”\n“Who cares? The program determines who is good enough. If the only lie Domantas told was to the admission board, he shouldn’t be in the stockades. This place is too exclusive anywOOOOOOWWW!”\nA fist from outside caught her in the breast, harder than anyone should be swinging. Dax saw the look on her face and raised his gloves in innocence.\n“Sorry, ROBERT FERRISON.” It was Renley the skunk, withdrawing his hand back into a ready stance. He’d gotten close while she was lost in the sparring and several of his larger, duller friends were gathered behind him. “It’s confusing to try to learn to fight real men with those big tits jiggling around.”\nBobbi gritted her teeth, hiding the wince of discomfort and bubbling of rage from Renley’s insults as she towered over the handsome, smug prick. She wasn't especially tall among the boys of the student body, but he was short, barely taller than Dax.\n“They’re just so freakish and in the way! You sure you don’t want to join the Priestesses? You’d fit right in with the other bimbo. Better yet, the two of you could drop out and go to Whore School instead. Maybe a dairy?”\nThe boys gathered behind him laughed and hawed. Renley was a prick but a charismatic one, at least for the kind of dull, student body destined for Paladinhood. Everyone seemed to love him for some reason, even Dax. He wouldn’t get to her. She was in control of her emotions, and was used to this.\nThe skunk had led her torment even before her unexpected development. She was a toddler when the Abbey had rescued her from parents she couldn't remember but was assured by her teachers, had been evil and cruel. \nShe entered the Paladin program around the same age as the rest of them but not from the same path. Their families had money and power to jockey their sons, often second or third-born, into the prestige of Paladinhood. With Bobbi, known as Robert back then, she was a ward of the Abbey they didn’t know what else to do with. Renley and his lot had unfortunately learned this after a young Robert had never considered the need to keep it a secret.\nYears later, when they all began to hit puberty, Bobbi was both too good of a student and too far along to expel, despite some of the Master Paladins' best efforts. “Unprecedented“ they described her transformation as and while it challenged the order’s rules, it took some thorough analysis to confirm it was natural and not magical or demonic in nature. \nTechnically, they concluded, she was still a male of the species and her advanced Paladin spellcasting suggested she was favored by Ferridor. After drawn-out arguments that laid bare what some of the administrator's thought of her, she would remain in the program.\nRenley only made things worse for her after that. He took every opportunity to remind her she was an abomination of nature and no matter what she looked like and called herself now, she was born a boy.\n“You know my name. You act like you forget, as if forgetting makes you witty but it just makes you seem stupid.”\nA whistle blew. The disruption hadn’t been missed by the quartermaster. They weren’t sparring any more and any further blows would be a fight.\n“At least I’m not a freak. With hair, tits and hips, like a BITCH.”\nShe readied in a defensive stance. “You treat people like that and call yourself a man of Faith? You embarrass yourself and the rest of us.” \nThe whistle blew again, longer and louder.\n“FERRIDOTTIR! To the tower. NOW!”\nThe quartermaster had seen the crowd, forming around the two but as usual, he only called only her. She was used to it. The orphan acolyte didn’t have powerful, wealthy parents who funded the Abbey like Renley and the rest of them did. \nThe quartermaster knew she wouldn't take the bait from him or his toadies but it was enough to see she was thinking it. Popular or not, she knew she could have shattered Renley’s muzzle with her forehead before any of them could react. All of the Paladin acolytes could cast healing spells on one another by now but it might’ve made him reconsider his torment, for him to experience that particular pain first. Now she was being watched.\nShe glared at Renley for a long moment then rolled her eyes away and withdrew to the quartermaster’s tower.\n“You’re a sad excuse for a man, Robert.” The skunk averted his eyes from the quartermaster as he spoke. \n“You’re a sad excuse for a Paladin, Renley.”\nChapter 3\nIt was the middle of the night when something stirred Bobbi from her sleep. Uncommon noise. Muffled. Sneaking. There was movement in the corridors of the Abbey. She was tense and alert but waited, listening for more. There was nothing. It was gone. A bad dream?\nA paladin was nothing without vigilance and she knew better than to assume the best of suspicions, so she slipped out of bed and listened at the door. Silence. She pulled the handle but the door didn’t move. It shouldn’t. The doors were locked nightly from the hallway but the sentries who patrolled didn’t try to be quiet like whoever had passed before did. \nStepping back and pausing, she perked her ears. Something outside. She turned and went to the window, overlooking a courtyard that should be empty at night. It was not. It had rained and the gloss of wetness made the movement of everything easier to see and her vulpine eyes were sharper than most. \nAlong the hedges that broke up the field between the two buildings of the seminary wing, figures shifted in the darkness. People in black fatigues moved away from the Abbey. Invaders? But why would they be moving away?\nShe tensed for a moment until she recognized one, Henry, a white-furred mink. Another, Trenton, a cat and a recently ordained Paladin who now guarded the armory. These were other Acolytes and a few recent graduates, by the tens, moving under the cover of the cloudy sky and new moon.\nSome kind of special training? Of everyone but her?\nAcross the yard, she saw more of them. Feminine silhouettes filing out of the Priestess Academy, disappearing against the hedges and heading in the same direction. None of them were allowed to be out at night, nor were they allowed to be fraternizing! But there were so many of them, coming out of both buildings, all teenage in stature.\nA group of female Initiates interrupted the single file flow, shouldering open the double doors. There were six girls carrying a seventh, bound, gagged and resisting. Impossible curves jostled violently as she squirmed. The Ivory Vixen! The others seemed to struggle with her size and she was fighting as they carried her into the darkness. \nBobbi clenched her jaw and followed the lines to the Abbey’s south wall, where two ladders had been erected. Students were starting to climb over and out of the campus, toward the thick forest beyond. \nThere was no justification for this. Paladins and Priestesses were not trained to skulk around in the shadows. None of them were armed or armored and they had obvious, malicious intent for the Ivory Vixen. \nShe turned away from the window and rushed to her armor. If Trenton was out with the others, the armory would be unguarded and she could fetch her weapon as well. Dressing herself in a hurry was something she’d practiced to rote in drills and she was suited up before the last of them had poured over the ladders.\nShe gave the door a forceful shove then and that should have been enough. The \"locks\" were supposed to just be sticks, not enough to actually trap them inside, in case there was a fire. They were for the administrators to know if anyone left in the night. \nBobbi's door was braced with something far more substantial. She gritted her teeth and kicked the door with a heavy boot, again and again until the door itself started to come apart. She finally broke it enough to reveal a discreet, metal rod had been placed behind her stick, reinforcing the lock without being obvious to any sentries passing by.. She reached through the splinters and ripped it away, then kicked open the door to stagger out into the empty hall.\nOnly silence greeted her. Every other door was closed, locks in place.\nShe ran to Dax’s room, several dorms down but it was as silent as the rest. A quiet knock received no reply so she pulled the stick out of the slot and opened his dorm. His bed was empty and unmade, his armor still in place. She checked the next dorm, then the next. All empty.\nThrough the halls of the Abbey, she ran straight to the armory in the dim, torchlight of the hall. The whole thing was unguarded and abandoned, not even by the usual sentries that patrolled the halls. She leapt over the counter and down the row of swords until she found hers: a two-handed greatsword with an extra long grip, to make handling it around her chest easier. \nNow armed and armored, she rushed out for the nearest door into the now empty yard. It was raining again. She raced to the closest ladder, up, over and out of the campus, joining the rest of her peers in their blatant violation of the rules.\nThey were easy to track for all the footprints left behind. The mud and wet sheen made it obvious to her sharp eyes, even in the darkness of the cloud-shrouded, new moon. There were so many of them that the scent could be followed despite the weather. \nThe single file lines of the Paladin Acolytes and Priestess Initiates had merged into one group outside the wall and headed down a well-cleared trail into the thick woods. Bobbi rushed after, careful of the hazards of the forest at night until she heard a commotion ahead. Slowing down as she approached, she quieted the rattling of her armor in her advance. What could they be up to?\nThere was torchlight in the darkness and the path opened up to a clearing, where she stopped at its edge.\nAt least forty of her peers had come together, most if not all of the final class of trainees which included ages sixteen and up, males and females. The men were in their training fatigues and the women in dark robes. There were six torches among them and beyond them all was a single, fallen tree trunk that had been erected, with underbrush, kindling and larger, broken branches being gathered at the base by several of them. The Ivory Vixen was tied to it by an excessive amount of rope and two of her fellow initiates were securing it behind her. \n“For the Paladin Acolytes who do not know me, my name is Orealia. You all know why we’re here,” a black-furred feline Priestess Initiate emerged from the crowd. “Our educators are bound by laws and rules but their mercy has invited corruption to infest our Order.”\n“We’ve seen it ourselves,” one of the male torchbearers stepped up beside her. It was Renley. Of course it was him, to rally their fellows into misbehavior. “We’ve tolerated liars and abominations in our midst and been told that is not our place to judge. But this one… the sins of this one, who is set to be ordained within weeks, cannot be allowed to stain our Holy ranks.”\nThe feline took over again. “No one knew how Velaria Firantus came to us, two years ago but we all knew she didn’t want to be here. She did not appreciate this gift, even if it might redeem her rotten soul.”\nThe Ivory Vixen, Velaria Firantus. \nIt was as beautiful a name as she was. \n“Scraping by in her course work, only passing because she happened to have a natural aptitude for spellcasting that endeared her to our teachers. But it seems they were blind to who she really is. Tell them what you found in the hall of records, Madeline.”\nA bookish possum in wire-framed glasses hesitated to emerge from the crowd, her posture hunched and nervous as she cleared her throat. “Velaria Firantus was sent here to the Sisterhood of Ferridor’s Righteous Right Hand to avoid a life sentence for crimes against all nature and virtue. She had sexual relations with…”\n“WE HAVE COMPANY!” a young woman interrupted with a shout.\nChapter 4\n“IT’S BOBBI!” a boy yelled and pointed at her. So much for sneaking.\nThe crowd turned almost in unison to see her. She stepped out from the treeline her sword hefted over her shoulder. \n“Come, join us Bobbi,” Renley called across the clearing, using her real name for what might have been the first time ever. “We didn’t think you had it in you, to administer justice unless the books told you to. But maybe we all misjudged you. Join us and prove you are one of us.” \nRenley’s words barely registered as the Ivory Vixen, Velaria looked right at her, pleading with her eyes. She barely minded his words but what she heard was deception.\n“You think you know better than the Order, the Keepers of the Laws of our Father, of who deserves what punishment?” Bobbi shouted back and started towards them. “So many of you are here only at the graces of your family’s wealth and privilege yet you question who the Fathers choose to admit? Who they choose to offer redemption to?”\n“You don’t even know what she did, freak,” Orealia hissed. \n“If you know, they know. And they admitted her.” She stopped, realizing she might need the advantage of space. Would they really attack her? “And I know we don’t do this. For all of the blood that our Order has spilled, we haven’t burned people alive for a hundred years. It’s forbidden and it’s barbaric. Whatever she did, her justice is not yours to administer.”\nThe crowd shuffled. There were so many of them. They seemed to be confused why she wasn't backing down. If only they'd gotten to know her, it wouldn't be a surprise.\n“Of course one freak would stand up for another,” Renley growled. “Fine. Run home and tell on us.”\nThe rain was getting heavier and Bobbi scanned over them in the darkness. Necks and chests were missing the shine of their Holy Symbols. Maybe because they would jingle and glisten in their attempts to be stealthy or maybe because they all knew this was an act of blasphemy. Either way, without their holy symbols as a focus, their spellcasting would be limited, if possible at all. None of them had brought obvious weapons. They weren’t expecting resistance or a fight. They were expecting a murder.\nShe recognized the faces from her school and considered who among them would be the biggest threat. If this escalated, it would be for her life. There was Henry, a timber wolf who was a skilled swordsman, but had no sword and more importantly, didn’t have the clenched jaw and steely eyes of man with conviction. Not like Renley did.\nClaude was a towering alligator with fearsome jaws and it was never easy to read his expression but his yellow eyes shifted with uncertainty. Sylas, the lion was deeper in the crowd and similarly listless. Few among them were as bloodthirsty as Renley and Orealia were and that would help if it did come to violence.\n“Run home while you burn our classmate to death. You go home, Renley. All of you, go home.”\nThe gathered mass of students rippled with apprehension and even the skunk and the feline priestess weren’t immune. The movement revealed rabbit ears, held down, hiding behind the towering lion. \n“Dax, I checked your dorm. I see you there. I’m very disappointed you thought this was a good idea.” Dax shamefully emerged, head hung low, averting his eyes.\n“What are you going to do, Bobbi? Fight us all?” Renley said.\n“What are YOU going to do, Renley? Kill two of your classmates and hope the Inquisitors, supreme investigators of crimes and transgressions, don’t figure it out?” The crowd shuffled more. \n“You think the Inquisitors will care?” Orealia laughed, bellowing with put-on drama. “About you two? We are Holy Orders, bound to vows of chastity. To stand as representatives of Ferridor to the sinful and weak masses of this corrupted land. \n“It’s clear to all of us and to every one of them just looking at you, that neither of you have any place in that. Freakish foxes from a faraway place, your bodies made for lust and temptation. No one would believe you are Paladins and Priestesses of anything but the whore Goddess, Adona. Or just plain whores. Maybe your ash-colored fur means you were born of demonesses! Bastard spawn of incubi or succubi.”\nShe had the attention of the crowd and Renley stepped up to join her.\n“You remember how the Inquisitors didn’t know what to do with you, when you developed into the abomination you are now, Robert. You went from another weird kid in the class to the embodiment of male temptation. We are separated by boys and girls because we must be chaste. We’re supposed to ignore your feminine curves and obscene breasts jiggling every time you train, because of nature’s sick joke and our Master’s guilty consciences? Challenging the teenage instincts we are here to transcend, then twisting it again with that grotesque reminder between your legs that you make us all lust for a BOY. We can all see how that confusion has rubbed off on your so-called friend, Dax.”\nSteps from Renley, Dax’s eyes widened and he hung his head lower still. If the others had known, they never mentioned it before. He went to the shorter hare and placed a hand on his shoulder. His voice was quiet now but the forest was quieter. \n“It’s okay, Dax. We all know that you like boys.” The gasps of the crowd suggested they didn’t in fact, all know. “We know you’re twisted this way because of her. You can still be redeemed.” He turned back to Bobbi and stepped forward.\n“But not you, Robert Ferrison. You’re a Trojan Horse of temptation, so blatantly built for sin that one might believe you were sent here to destroy The Order from within. You tempt every one of us with foul thoughts just by existing, Bobbi, and you tempt every one of the Inquisitors too. They’ll be so relieved to be rid of you. And I think you know it as well as I do.”\nThis was what she had trained for. Not sword fighting. Not the magic but the fortitude it took, to not give them a hair’s twitch of a reaction, even as the truth of their cruelty shredded her stomach like a barrage of arrows and the padding under her armor grew damp with cold, nervous sweat.\nPast her classmates, her eyes lifted to see Velaria’s eyes locked on hers, somehow also at ease despite being tied up and helpless. The corner of her mouth was curled into a wry grin and it flooded her with confidence and faith. Velaria wasn’t afraid for her life. She had a champion.\nBobbi raised her nose an inch and her gaze back down to Orealia and Renley. Her clenched jaw and lips betrayed a formative growl and she had to force her jaw to unlock so she could speak.\n“You wish to kill Velaria for crimes she’s been forgiven for and you wish to kill me for my appearance.” She lowered her sword from her shoulder and brought it to bear. She raised her voice as she continued, to address them all. “Disregard whatever you think of me or of her, like we are taught to do about the people that we help.. If you have ever thought about justice and the truth behind our teachings, take no step forward and you will be spared. Come at me or move to her and you will die with disgrace, for the judgment of Ferridor is mine to deliver.” \nMaybe Dax would reconsider. Some of the others, perhaps. But Renley had said what so many of them had obviously thought. Bobbi was aware of the attention her body received from their classmates, as they all learnt to be chaste together. That was the danger in Renleys’ words: she knew they were true and she saw the fire in their collective eyes.\n“Get her!” Renley commanded and the crowd lurched into action, all traces of the individual vanishing into a charging horde, crossing the clearing towards her in the pouring rain. They rushed her, unarmed and without the brunt of their magic. \nWhat he should have said was ‘kill her, with everything you can throw at her.” Their spells individually, would be their feeblest versions but if coordinated and concentrated against her, she might already be dead. Even without the aid of their Holy Symbols, they’d be better off surrounding her and throwing rocks than charging their armed and armored classmate.\nStill, she would slice a few with her sword before they would dogpile her and tear her apart, if they were devout enough to not defile her first. She needed to do more than fight them. Fingers clenched her Holy Symbol and she cast the most potent spell she knew: an air bomb meant for destroying waves of the undead at once, with the epicenter as a small, hot and blinding sun.\n“UKRADI MOJE SUNCE!” the Paladin bellowed the incantation toward the black sky, in a violent prayer to a wrathful God.\nThe night was in an instant, day, with an orb of brilliant, blinding fire over Bobbi’s head. Right before she closed her eyes, she noticed how the light bounced against the bottoms of the darkest, thickest clouds she’d ever seen. \nIt lasted for some seconds, burning bright through her eyelids until it disappeared with a wave of cold. Raindrops resumed, now steaming as they landed on the warm steel of her dry armor.\nThe crowd was scattered, halfway to her. Some had stopped to cover their eyes while others had slipped in the mud or tripped on the forest floor. The first two to recover were furious as they pounced to their feet, a wolverine and a dog, blinded more by rage than light and she had no choice but to defend herself.\nThe wolverine lunged and she sidestepped, letting her Holy Symbol fall back to hang from her neck and seizing a second-hand grip on her long-pommeled blade. She didn’t swing so much as let him jump into it and it was already halfway through his belly when she twisted it away to crouch and brace it, tip first for the charging dog’s heart. \nHe ran himself through but his weight knocked her onto her back, giving her a brief glimpse of the black sky, now churning like a boiling cauldron. In a moment, the view was blocked with her lifeless classmate fallen on her, his expression mercifully frozen in the rage. At least it was quick. His name was Nemi.\nNemi’s body above her pushed the pommel of her weapon into the mud. She hurried to shove him off her, bracing herself into a squat to lift him off the blade when she saw the churning clouds were now crackling with energy. \nBeyond the chaos of the clearing and the mob regaining their sight, trying to find their target underneath one of their own, she spotted Velaria. Her robes were snapping in the angry wind and her arms had somehow come free of their bonds. She held them high in the air. \nIt was clear now from the black, crackling clouds, she was about to summon Lightning in the middle of a rainstorm and Bobbi and her sword were the biggest, single metal object in the open field!\n“Get on the ground and hold the sword! Gauntlets off!” the Ivory Vixen shouted out to her. It was the first time she’d heard her speak and her voice was like a song, almost distracting her from the fight. \nBobbi nodded and obeyed, letting herself fall back into the mud as others began to spot her and converge. She rolled over, flinging off one gauntlet, then the other. Leather gloves around the blade, she was sandwiched between Nemi’s body and the earth, all the while feeling the static in the air making her thick fur try to rise in defiance of the wet dirt that covered it. They were coming for her but they slowed, starting to notice the charge all around them.\nThe second blinding light of the melee preceded the apocalyptic crunch of energy and somewhere after both of them came the agony of electrocution. It cracked and circled, first through her sword, then jumping to the ground and her armor, spreading through the tiny rivers of connected puddles in the thickness of the rain. \nShe didn’t understand electricity or what Velaria had done, but she trusted the orders were in the best interest of her survival. In the moments after, the pain was a welcome sensation. It meant she was alive. \nScreams, yelps, whimpers and pathetic gargles surrounded her as she clenched her blade and peeked out, while it felt like her eyeballs were trying to push out of her skull. Arcs of lightning jumped from body to body through the air, troughs and pools of water, until every one of them collapsed. No one but Velaria remained on their feet and she started to undo the ropes around her.\nFinally, it was quiet and still but for some lingering groans of agony. The smell of ozone and burnt fur overwhelmed the freshness of the heavy rain. She had been electrocuted like the rest of them but the sword drove in the ground had somehow helped her bypass the worst of it. Fur and hair stool on end everywhere it wasn’t pushed down by armor or caked mud. Her muscles responded when she went to stand.\nQuick but wobbly to her feet, a glance around took in the entirety of the gathered crowd, still on the ground. In the now quiet, rainy clearing between them, bodies smoked, some still and others rolling in pain.\nChapter 5\nBobbi grabbed her sword and tugged it from Nemi’s body, pushing him over to get his weight off. She fetched her gauntlets then, tucking them under her arm before she started toward the other vixen. \nSylas, the lion was the first one she recognized, still writhing in pain on the ground and she slid to her knees at his side, barely noticing Velaria shaking her head.\n“I forgive you, Sylas. Don’t pursue us,” she said and pushed her hand into his shirt to touch his bare chest. He closed his eyes and lowered his head in a shameful nod. Fingers grew warm and glowed from beneath his clothes as Bobbi muttered an incantation of Minor Healing. “Help the others. Do. Not. Pursue us.” \n“Are you going to save them all so they can try to kill us again?! We don’t have time for this!” Velaria shouted back, working to free herself from the ropes that bound her body and legs to the tree.\nBobbi sprang up and gathered speed, heavy boots splashing in the mud. Velaria was wrong yet right. If she could heal a few of them, who could heal the rest, everyone who could live, would and hopefully be smart enough to not further engage.\nWhere the head of the crowd had been, she spotted Dax, writhing and smoking, with his hand around the ankle of the first of them to stagger to his feet: it was Renley. \n“Let go of me, traitor!” the skunk growled, oblivious to Bobbi’s approach behind him. He fished in the mud for a heavy rock then lifted it with two hands over his head. \n“Renley!” she barked, now charging, her blade coiled to strike and he turned his attention to her. He drew the rock back over his shoulder, ready to heft it but the throw would be weak. Her course didn't change until he released it in a slow, predictable parabola, then she juked out of its path, running at him with the pointed end first.\nWhat would killing Renley mean?\nRenley and Orealia were the ringleaders. This was their fault. And if they could revive the others, they might persuade them to pursue and get more of their classmates hurt or killed. Without them, the rest might give up and whatever punishment the Abbey decided on for them, at least they would live. Blood was already on Renley’s hands. The wolverine and Nemi were riled up to their death because of him. If any of them were dead from the lighting, it was because of the orchestration of Renley and Orealia.\nThe case for sparing him didn’t come easily. They were defeated and yet he hadn’t learned a thing. Dax, it appeared, had stopped him from charging and Renley was going to kill him for that. Then he was so blinded by his hatred of her, he chose a futile attack over the shame of surrender.\nHer body slammed into his and his face came up to meet hers, wide-eyed as she ran him through with the entirety of her sword, lifting him off the ground. She skidded to a stop and he kept going, flying clear of her weapon and presenting the massive wound that split his chest. It was the first time she'd seen fear in his eyes, wide open and locked on her.\n“We have to go!” Velaria pleaded, stepping out of the loosened ropes, a feral raccoon jumping down from the post behind her and running off, towards the clearing. Did someone else help her to get free? The Ivory Vixen watched as well, looking every bit as confused. The feral animal scurried into the battlefield and straight to the possum girl, Madeline, who had been called on by Oreila to read the vixen’s crimes. She was barely moving, her body steaming in the rain and the raccoon licked at her face. Velaria hesitated before she ran to her.\nBobbi looked around again. A few others were starting to get up but none with the eagerness to fight. A badger named Stephen locked eyes with her, then lied back down.\nSafe for the moment, she set down her sword and knelt at Dax’s side, healing him while Velaria healed Madeline.\n“I’m sorry, Bobbi. This was all wrong. I let them convince me…”\nBobbi put her finger to his nose and mouth, with the warmth of another Healing spell. “You’re going to be okay, Dax. Don’t let them convince you to be anything you aren’t.”\n“We have to go now!” A hand fell on her shoulder and she swore she could feel the warmth of her touch through the steel pauldron. Velaria was next to her but turning to look only poked her muzzle into the softness of her breast. She’d never been so close to the vixen and her heart raced.\n“She’s right, Bobbi. You have to go! Renley is a bastard but he wasn’t wrong about the Abbey. They’ll find a way to blame you for this.” He looked up to Velaria then with a weak cough, “Take care of my girl. She’s a good one. And she likes you.”\nVelaria squatted low and flung her arms around her, hands planting on the armor over her breasts. No one else had ever touched them before, breastplate or not and she flushed as she was lifted to her feet. “Come on… Bobbi. Let’s go.”\nThe Ivory Vixen knew her name. At least now she did. And she’d grabbed her chest. And so despite the swirl of emotions, fear and guilt over lives taken, she felt her cock throb to life in her codpiece.\n“Bobbi!” Velaria spun her to shake her by the shoulders, mashing a massive, soft bust to her unmoving, armored one. They were face to face. Muzzle to muzzle. Then mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue. Neither of them started it, she was sure. It just happened, as natural as the falling rain.\nVelaria was the one to break the kiss. “We need to run! These three can heal the others.” Her head snapped to look at Madeline who was standing up on shaky legs, the raccoon perched on her shoulder. “Heal Orelia last, if you must save her at all.” \n“I’m so sorry, Velaria.” The possum girl spoke. “I never should have told her what I learned. We all make mistakes.”\nVelaria gave a disdainful huff and Bobbi just watched her. Seeing her jump back into action after their intimate moment, made her all the more enticing but Bobbi could deal with her feelings later.\nShe slipped on her gauntlets and flung her blade clean of the blood of three of her classmates… three attackers, before resheathing it. \nStanding together over the field of defeated students, writhing in pain or trying to stand on shaky legs, Velaria took her hand and they ran away from the Abbey, into the black of the moonless night and the weight of what they had done.\nChapter 6\nWith two pairs of fox eyes, they were well-suited for navigating the woods at night, with Velaria’s loose robes the biggest challenge, as stray branches grabbed and snagged at them. Others in their class could also see at night but with Renley dead and Orealia's fate unknown, it was hard to imagine the rest of them rallying to pursue. \nThe two stopped once to listen, then again, and later several more times. There was no sign of pursuit. \n“Tomorrow, it might be Inquisitors,” Bobbi panted. “We need to get as far away from here as possible. If we can reach the river, we can disappear forever.”\nVelaria nodded, with her hands on her knees, catching her breath for a moment before the Paladin took a hand and led her to follow. After a while, they found themselves on a path and running was easier. Veleria crossed her arms over her chest to restrain them, then ran with more speed. \nBobbi was sweating and the much-less-physically trained Velaria was almost hyperventilating by the time they reached the small river in the valley behind the Abbey. The path came to a bridge crossing it and the tiny dock with several canoes and rowboats off to the side. \n“We’ll take a boat down river,” Bobbi spoke and Velaria nodded. “That one.” She pointed to the longest canoe. “Nothing else here can seat as many men as that one. Fewer to chase us.” \nHer heavy boots clopped on the wood planks and she ran to the canoe, untying its mooring before she noticed Velaria lagging behind. She'd stopped at the first boat of the dock and her hand held to the rope that secured it. It aged and wilted until it disintegrated to dust, the obvious result of some minor cantrip. \nVelaria pushed the freed boat away with her foot then saw Bobbi was watching.\n“If they’re going to use these to chase us, why leave any of them at all?”\nBobbi hissed out a sigh but she was right: they were running for their lives. People were dead.. Property crime was inconsequential now. She drew a small knife and set about helping until every canoe but the biggest was loose and moving towards the middle of the river. They boarded, Velaria first with the help of Bobbi’s offered hand, then Bobbi herself, who pushed them off the dock with a long oar. After some maneuvering under the bridge, they joined the flotilla of unmanned boats, caught in a surprisingly strong current.\n“There’s a waterfall at some point. We can’t fall asleep in the boat,” the robed vixen said as she folded her hands between her knees.\nThe Paladin affirmed. “Alright. We’ll make some distance then steer ashore for the night.” \n“So… “\n“Yeah…”\n“Are you okay?”\n“I defended myself against an unjust attack. I wish that I hadn’t had to but I did what needed to be done.” Bobbi nodded, affirming it to herself before looking up to the Ivory Vixen’s enchanting eyes. “What about you? You may have killed more of them than me.”\n“Perhaps but it saved both of us from that unjust attack “\nShe dipped her head again. “Thank you.”\n“They’d have burned me at the stake if you hadn’t showed up. Madeline didn’t send her little friend to untie me until you stood up to them. We are even, when it comes to saving each other’s lives, Bobbi.”\nSilence followed and after a long moment, Velaria spoke again. “I guess this sort of changed the whole trajectory of our futures.”\n“So much for being a Paladin.”\n“I didn’t actually care about being a Priestess,” she said with a heavy breath. “They weren’t wrong. Coming hto the Academy was my redemption for my supposed crimes and it turns out I’m a pretty good conduit for the grace of Ferridor. I can sling spells in circles around most of the girls in my class and I’m probably the only one who’s not a virgin.”\n“You don’t kiss like a virgin,” Bobbi blurted out then averted her eyes.\nVelaria leaned in, her chest filling all the space between the elbows she planted on her knees, her eyes locked on Bobbi’s. “Lucky for you.”\nBobbi was silent and Velaria gave a playful nudge with her foot. “Hey. I’ve had sex with ONE boy. And it got me sent here. I’m not exactly what they call a slut, anywhere but an Abbey.”\nBobbi’s eyes darted around, avoiding hers.\n“Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Ferridor knows I don’t regret it yet I’m top of my class in using magic in his name. Maybe that whole chastity thing doesn’t work the way they say it does?”\nShe huffed a laugh then and sat back again. “So, what’s your deal, Bobbi? Weird name for a girl, even a girl with a dick. Which is a new one for me.”\n“The name is?”\n“The dick is. On a girl. Second biggest pair of tits on campus by a longshot and you’re packing that monster codpiece beneath them. It’s hard not to notice, even across the fields between buildings. That Renley guy did have a point. I'm sure all the boys want to fuck you and they’re all very confused by that package of yours. Ever mess around with any of them?”\n\"No! Absolutely not,\" she blushed and barked. Velaria recoiled but only momentarily.\nThe priestess mused a moment before continuing. “Do all arctic fox girls have racks like ours? I haven’t met any besides my sisters and you, and we’re all holding boulders. It must be something with the species, right?”\nBobbi shrugged. \"I've never met another like me. Not until you.\"\nVelaria nodded and their eyes met again.\n“Robert was the name they gave me at the Abbey but Robert wasn’t my real name either. No one alive knows what that was. I was found helpless and crying in some den of sin, the child of perverse and foul wizards that the Inquisitors destroyed.\"\n\"These wizards: they were foxes like us?\"\nBobbi shrugged. \"I assume so. They were first blamed when I started to develop into a woman, that I was some kind of freak for my parents meddling with magic and demons. There were tests, both scientific and magical and a whole trial to decide if they should kick me out. They didn't find anything unnatural and in the end, one of the more science-minded Fathers presented the case that in nature, sometimes strange and unpredictable things just happen. But Renley is right: I’m an abomination.”\n\"Bobbi, if it's natural, that's not an abomination. It's an anomaly.\"\nThe Paladin bit her lower lip. \"Maybe that's the word they used in the trial.\"\nVelaria was unphased, leaning in. “You had no problem healing that lion or your rabbit friend after killing three of your fellow Acolytes. Whatever you are, and whatever you think you are, it seems you still have Ferridor’s favor. All of those idiots that dragged out to the wood to burn me at the stake? They were scared of you. They knew you were powerful. That doesn’t sound like an abomination to me. It sounds like you’re a badass Paladin with a cock, balls and tits. Maybe that’s not common but so what? I think it’s kind of sexy.”\nBobbi blinked, wide-eyed at the comment and Velaria cracked a wry smile.\n“What? Are you wondering if I like you? I already kissed you.”\n“I thought I kissed you.”\nVelaria laughed. “I kissed you.”\n“Are you sure?”\n“Pull over.”\n“And then?”\n“Don’t be stupid, Bobbi.” Her eyes flitted down to her codpiece. “We can’t run all night. There’s a waterfall. Pull the boat over. Let’s rest for the night.”\nChapter 7\n“We should row a bit further.”\nVelaria leaned forward, bulging out her enormous chest over her knees again, her eyes locked on Bobbi. “What are you afraid of?”\nShe gritted her teeth at her codpiece filled with an eager, full erection until the pain was sharp and her wince was apparent. \n“We aren’t supposed to have these thoughts. And we can never, ever do anything about them.”\nShe gave a crooked chuckle. “They tell us that in the Nunnery too. You can’t even touch yourself for relief.” She leaned closer then, moving her hands from her knees to the sides of the boat and easing towards Bobbi. “...but I do. Almost every night. I hold my breast in one hand, finger myself with the other and I remember how good it feels to fuck. As you saw, my spells still work amazingly well.”\nShe was kneeling in the canoe now and her fingers slipped up to Bobbi’s armored thighs. “The straps on your codpiece look like they’re about to snap. Those must be hard to replace.” Mischievous fingers reached for it, while her eyes locked with Bobbi’s, her grin widening.\n“What do you think about when you touch yourself?” Her fingers started on one of the two buckles that kept her decent. Bobbi winced and the boat rocked.\n“Don’t…”\n“What do you think about, Bobbi?” she repeated, unfastening one strap, then holding the codpiece in place as she unfastened the other.\nHer eyes lifted from the floor of the canoe to Velaria’s. “I don't touch myself.\"\nVelaria twitched with skepticism.\n\"But I want to, when I think about you.”\nVelaria lit up before her attention returned to the codpiece, relaxing her pressure on it until it nearly sprung out of her hands, replaced with Bobbi's now free, swollen girlcock. “By the Gods, it’s like my arm!”\n“It’s disgusting, I know.” She said that because she was supposed to believe it, not because she did.\nVelaria leaned in, fingers wrapping gingerly around her girth. “It’s gorgeous.” Her nose brushed it, sniffing deeply and Bobbi shivered. “You can keep rowing if you like. Or pull ashore. But I’m just going to…”\nWith her green eyes locked with Bobbi’s, she eased her muzzle over the pointed, canine tip of her cock, delicate hands running down its length. Her demure expression distorted as she slipped down the first few inches, her jaw almost distending to accommodate the thickness. \nBobbi closed her eyes and savored the sensation. In all her fantasizing about sucking her own cock, she hadn’t considered Velaria’s mouth, assuming that was some kind of depravity for sailors and whores. Velaria was too pure for that, in her mind. With Velaria, the fantasy was about making love, in some idealized, flowery meadow. \nFor the compromised and inglorious position of the vixen between her legs, her mouth and muzzle around her was a delightful feeling and entrancing sound, the subtle slurps and smacks of lips and tongue against her bare, tender flesh, audible over the calming flow of the river. \nHer eyes opened, holding the oar in the water enough to keep them straight. One of the other boats was drifting towards the shore. Velaria’s fingers slipped down to palm one of her heavy testicles, lifting its weight before slipping under it. Beyond it. What was she doing?!\nBetween the crack of her rump, her finger slipped through between her cheeks, lubricated by her sweat soaked fur and pressing against the clenched muscle of her pucker. “What are you…”\nA grin cracked at the corner of Velaria’s mouth as she interrupted her by pushing her finger past it, eyes locked with Bobbi’s, looking for a reaction. \nBobbi was tense, wincing but Velaria eased it in further, slowly while pulling her muzzle off her cock. “It's nice to have someone else inside you, isn't it Bobbi?”\n“I shouldn’t like this but I do.”\nVelaria leaned up to kiss her again, the smell of her own male musk on her breath now, rich and enticing. It was the closest she’d come to tasting herself. The kiss was met with eager hunger, long and passionate until the red-haired vixen broke it. “Pull over. I need you to touch me.”\nBobbi nodded, dipping in the oar and rowing quickly. She was helpless. They crashed ashore and Velaria jumped to her feet, then pulled Bobbi up with her. \n“Get these stupid things off,” she demanded and grabbed a gauntlet with both hands and yanked it away, then the other. Beneath then, she wore leather gloves and Velaria removed them as well, tossing it all in the canoe. With her hands bare, she held them tightly for a long moment, pulling her against her and kissing again. \nJust as Bobbi’s touch began to wander over Velaria’s body, she pulled back, her gaze serious and intense. Arms crossed before she tugged her robe open, exposing her full nudity and those tremendous, white furred breasts quaked at the slightest movement. She tossed the robe over a nearby branch then grabbed Bobbi’s wrists and brought them straight to her chest. Guiding her, she ran her hands over her stiff nipples, their curves too broad to fit her hands around.\n“Let me take off my armor,” Bobbi urged but Velaria shook her head. \n“I don’t want to wait that long.” She backed away from the water, her bare feet sinking into the muddy shore, leading Bobbi with her towards a thick, sturdy tree. When her back hit it, she pulled her into another desperate kiss, before she turned around and lifted her tail. “I need you, Bobbi. Don’t make me wait another second.”\nBobbi had never lost control so thoroughly, helpless to Velaria’s spell. Her self-discipline was never more in danger than when she thought about the Ivory Vixen and with her here and now encouraging her, she was hopelessly out-of-control. If it cost her, her power and position, so be it. She’d never wanted anything so much as this. \nHer view was half-blocked by her own breasts and she hunched over to see. Quite accidentally, she found her muzzle over Velaria’s rump and her instinct took over. What her finger had done to her, she hoped to make her feel. She craved her taste. Without thinking she plunged her tongue on her pucker and Velaria squealed in delight.\nThe musky taste was enthralling but the noises she coaxed from the gorgeous vixen were music. Perhaps this would be enough? If she used her tongue and mouth only, would Ferridor's punishment be less severe? \n“I love it Bobbi but three of those girls have eaten my ass. I want your dick inside me.”\nBobbi nodded against her and her muzzle hung on until she could bring her hips to bear, the eager, drooling head of her cock near enough to her face to smell it. The scent of it overpowered even Velaria’s musk and eagerness, fire to her nose and her mouth opened. \nIf she was going to go this far with Velaria, perhaps she could lick herself first? The temptation had pulled at her for so long. Was that a bigger sin still than sex? At least with sex, she was giving Velaria what she desired. If she was to start masturbating with her own muzzle, would she ever be able to stop?\n“Bobbi! What are you waiting for?!” Velaria was pleading now, reaching back through her legs trying to find it.\n“Sorry!” She shook it off and lined up with Velaria’s swollen sex. It looked so small in comparison to her but every instinct now told her to push. Her willpower was long since sapped away\nStrong hands took a firm grip on her hips before she lurched forward, watching her lover's eager folds spread by the pointed tip of her vulpine erection, slow enough that she could stop if her lover should protest. \nVelaria braced and dipped her head low between arms planted against the tree, a deep, steady groan pushing out of her as Bobbi pushed in. \nIt felt divine, even at just a few inches but she wished she could see her lover’s face and reactions to make sure she was doing it right. “Are you okay?”\n“Don’t hold back, Bobbi. I want the whole thing.”\n“Will it fit?!”\n“I think it will but only one was to find out.”\nBobbi took a small step forward, sinking deeper still until she couldn’t see her cock past her breastplate, then another as her pelvis pressed against Velaria’s rump, her every inch buried inside her. She looked down at her back, thinking how deep she must be, somewhere above the crown of her pelvis and into her abdomen. \nHot, tight testicles mashed to Velaria’s wetness, smearing it over them with a stirring of her hips, a grind that her vixen lover purred from.\n“It’s so big! Just what I like. Fuck me, Bobbi!”\nShe obliged, not sure exactly how Velaria would like that but her instincts made clear what to try first. She began thrusting, rough and deep, pulling back then shoving her towards the tree, making sure her arms remained braced. Was that too much? Everything felt amazing.\n“Harder Bobbi! Fuck me hard! Show me how strong you are!”\nTeeth gritted and she thrust with all her strength, her armor rattling along with the rhythmic slap of her pelvis on Velaria’s ass, over and over. Rough. Fast. All of it seemed to drive her lover mad with delight. For her lifetime of training, she was strong and this was her chance to prove it to the gorgeous vixen she’d pined for, for so long.\nVelaria’s cries swelled until they were explosive and loud, carrying through the night.How far down river had they made it? Who cared. Never had she known such divine pleasure and her lover was sharing in her ecstasy. Exciting tingling started to gather in her loins, her scrotum tightened more, mashed between their bodies. She knew she wanted to finish but wondered if it had been as long as she was supposed to last. \nHer thrusting changed as she felt the swelling along her shaft, the canine knot at the base of her cock starting to inflate like a small fist.\n“I’m going to…”\n“Do it! Cum inside of me!”\nWith one final thrust, her knot pushed past her tightness and her once neglected cock exploded in release, throbbing and gushing until she could feel the clenching of her lover’s insides tightening. She tried to back away to leave more room but her knot had swollen to seal her from the inside, like some perverse cork.\nHer entire body was alight with a completely new kind of pleasure, tingling through her nerves and muscles until they threatened to not respond. She held tight to Velaria’s hips, who was gasping and groaning, then looked back over her shoulder. Her jaw hung open, panting but she gave a crooked smile.\n“That was incredible, Bobbi.”\nShe nodded, the wave of ecstasy subsiding and what came next was an overwhelming tiredness. Was this her punishment? Was Ferridor draining the life from her? Velaria seemed fine.\n“I need to sit.”\nVelaria agreed. “Ok, we should get your armor off though.”\n“Ehhhhh,” she was near fainting and Velaria caught on quickly enough to help her. Attached at the hips, they eased together to the forest floor, to lay on her side. \nMetal plates creaked and rattled but she had never been more tired when she closed her eyes.\nChapter 8\nThere was shaking and weight when she stirred to consciousness. She was alive! Her eyes opened to see daylight through the canopy of the trees, her view tremoring but there was no armor to rattle. The familiar tingle in her loins of waking up erect was there but this time, it was squeezed again inside that divine warmth.\nShe half sat up to find the gorgeous vixen straddling her, sitting on her morning erection! She was riding with her fingers crossed behind her head, massive breasts jostling proud and heavy as she moved. “Good morning. You were so hard, I couldn’t let it go to waste,” She smiled and reached down to grope Bobbi’s own chest. They were bare now. She'd been stripped naked, stripped down with her armor set aside, nearby. \n“What are you…”\nVelaria rolled forward, onto her hands, then her elbows, crushing breast to breast until her muzzle was at Bobbi’s. “Is this not okay?”\nBobbi hesitated then nodded. “No, it’s ok.”\nDraped over her, they melted into a lazy, hungry kiss. “Good. Then good morning. Lay back and enjoy it.”\nVelaria unfolded herself to sit upright and continued to grind her hips. “I couldn’t let you sleep with all that on. That can’t be comfortable.”\nBobbi shook her head. \n“Lucky me to be rescued by you,\" Velaria mused as she panted, rolling her hips rhythmically, looking down over her lover. \"You’re so brave and so beautiful. We kind of look alike, don’t you think?”\nShe gave a chuckle. “I wish I knew how common big breasted, white foxes are.”\nVelaria took her hands and brought them up to her chest, then put hers on Bobbi. “Huge breasted,” she corrected with a proud smile. She rolled her torso and shifted her hips, moving Bobbi inside her. “Lots of the girls in the Abbey talked about you. They like you, just like the boys do. But you should maybe worry more about how common girls are who can take a giant dick like yours.”\n“How many more do I need?”\nVelaria gave a chuckle and a shrug, her heaving breath underlining her speaking. “That’s really up to you. Let’s just enjoy this for now.” A finger moved to Bobbi’s muzzle to quiet her then planted palms on the Paladin's lower stomach and lidded her eyes, easing her body up and down, in small circles, slow and savoring, almost like a dance. Hungry breaths slipped free of a mouth that no longer stayed shut and after some time a whimper escaped. Then another.\nBobbi laid back and watched, transfixed as her vixen lover skillfully pleased herself with torturous patience, while her eager erection throbbed inside her, needing to be tensed often so she didn’t finish too soon.\nWhimpers became moans and moans swelled to louder ones, a creeping but inevitable crescendo of pleasure then she was lost in ecstasy. \nEventually her eyes opened and she fell forward, hands on Bobbi’s shoulders, clenching around her body. The dance was over and her hips jammed back more rough and direct now. Muzzle hung over her muzzle, eyes locked in intensity until Bobbi was ready to burst again. Her own pelvis bucked upwards but Velaria lifted herself, avoiding tying again.\n“Don’t knot. Just cum.”\nBobbi nodded and obliged, another divine release wracking her, this time more familiar and easier for lying down. It passed, leaving her panting and exhausted but this time, she stayed awake.\nAfter a long moment crumpled in her embrace, Velaria stood up, slipping free of Bobbi’s spent erection, letting it flop over her stomach, grazing the bottoms of her breasts. The priestess stretched, touching her toes, with her rump toward Bobbi then reached for the sky, presenting her bare fur to the sun.\nShe turned around with a laugh and a smile. “Well, that was fun. I couldn’t have picked a better Savior.”\nThe weight of it started to catch up with Bobbi. “We broke our vows to Ferridor. Everything we’ve worked for…”\nVelaria snapped her fingers and a globe of bright light appeared in her hand. Magic, channeled from their God. “I told you, I don’t think he cares as much as we’re taught.”\nBobbi watched, confused for a long moment before she tried the spell herself and it happened, just as it always had. Her Light spell was less impressive but that was to be expected. Paladins weren’t as strong in their spellcraft because of all the time spent on other, more martial skills.\n“What now then? Are we supposed to be married or something?”\nVelaria laughed and shook her head. “Bobbi, I just met you. You don’t know anything about me! Why would you want to marry me?”\nBobbi frowned. “I’ve thought about you so much. We can learn about each other.”\nVelaria walked back to sit at Bobbi’s side on the ground. “Is that what you want to do with your life? Be a husband, so you can not feel bad about having sex with me? Is that a life for a Paladin?”\n“I’m not a Paladin yet.”\n“By a few weeks. You don’t have a certificate of graduation but you look like a Paladin to me. Well, at least with the armor on. Without you look like a sex goddess.\"\nBobbi only slumped and Velaria took her hand in her lap. “Bobbi, we’re fugitives now. That’s the thing we should be thinking about what to do next. We need to go very, very far away from here. I’m going back to the family they took me away from and you’re welcome to join me but I think I’m going to lead a pretty boring life. And you heard them: you’re not the only lover in my life.”\nShe shifted and nodded hesitantly. “Tell me what happened, Velaria. They say sex is this enormous sin and yet here we are. But they were going to kill you over it.”\n“Bobbi, some of those girls and boys have had sex. Girls with boys. Girls with girls. Boys with boys. Sometimes technicalities like oral and anal. Sometimes, just plain fucking like we did.”\n“Okay. So what do you do?”\n“I had sex with my brother.”\nBobbi covered her mouth and her stomach turned. “Like by accident?”\n“No. Like on purpose.”\nVelaria watched her for a long moment before she rolled her eyes and stood up to pace. She admitted such a disgusting act, so casually and without remorse and she was annoyed? “You were an orphan, right? So you know what it was like to grow up with no one. Well I grew up adopted. My two sisters, then our beautiful, baby boy brother. Our mother and father were wealthy but mean and their natural children hated us. The four of us only had each other and things happen when you’re that close to someone, and so far from everyone else.”\nBobbi’s brows furrowed, staring at her. “And that justifies... having sex with them?”\n“When you love someone and they love you, your body tells you things. Yes, we knew we weren't supposed to but what's the use in listening to people who don't treat you well? Sex isn't a sin, Bobbi. Hopefully you know that now! It’s the closest connection you can have with a person. That's okay to do with you who I just met but not with someone I love with all my heart, who I've known all my life?”\nVeraria was so casual about it and that made it worse. \n\"There are Ferridor's rules but there are also laws of nature. It's not natural.\"\n\"Do YOU really want to tell me about what people think is natural and not what actually is?\" \nBobbi sighed. \"I don’t know anything about families but I know that's not how it works.\"\n“Is adopting children so you can marry them off for wealth and power, without having to whore out your own flesh and blood, how a family is supposed to work? That’s what my parents did. I don’t think either one of us had the privilege to learn what a family is supposed to be! Maybe that’s as much of a fantasy as you thinking we need to be married and spend our lives together just because you put your dick in me.”\nBobbi was silent for a long moment, losing focus at the forest floor. The spell was broken. “You’re going back to them?”\n“Yes. I am going back to my real family. And I’m going to use all of what they’ve taught me here to rescue my sisters and brother from our adopted parents. Then we’re going to carve out a quiet life somewhere together.”\nShe came back to squat beside Bobbi. “You could join us if you want. My sisters are my identical twins and I bet they’d like you. Hamlin, my brother, might be a little jealous at first but if you let him fuck that beautiful ass of yours, you’d have him wrapped around your finger.”\nBobbi stared off into the woods, giving her head a small shake. “That’s what you’re going to do with your life? Rescue your family and have sex with them again?”\nShe nodded. “Yes. Maybe start a farm. Be a family. Have Hamlin’s kits...\"\n\"You're going to have inbred children? On purpose? That I know is wrong.\"\n\"Do you? Are you an expert in inbreeding?\"\nShe waited and Bobbi gave a small shake of her head.\n\"I’ve done my homework. Yes, things can go wrong but we pass on our traits to our offspring. The traits of my family are superior to any I've ever seen. At least until I met you. Maybe I’m already pregnant from you? That wouldn't be so bad.”\nBobbi blinked and looked back at her, wide-eyed before releasing a heavy sigh.\nVelaria gave a small chuckle. “You know that's a risk when you have sex. Unless you only want to do it in the mouth or the butt.”\n“Well, at least we’re not related.”\nThe ivory vixen laughed. “We could be? But it doesn't matter. It's another lie to control us.” She patted her knee and stood up. \n“See Bobbi? This is why you don’t marry people you just met.”\nThe Paladin sat there, her mind racing to piece everything back together. What the vixen had said gave her chills of disgust but so much of what she’d been taught, she was now rethinking. This thing, she didn't need to change her mind on. The thought of their life together was gone now. Moral or otherwise, the idea of joining a family for a quiet life of farming and inbreeding was not the future she wanted.\nVelaria went to the tree where her robe was hanging and slipped it on, securing it around herself.\n“I thought about this a lot last night. I didn’t expect you would want to come with me and I don’t need you to. I can take care of myself and I will take care of my family. There’s another boat that ran aground a little ways down the river so I’ll take that and you can take ours.”\nBobbi nodded slowly, standing back up.\n“What are you going to do now, fugitive Paladin? Finding other girls who can handle your big dick doesn’t sound like such a bad idea now, does it?” she grinned.\nBobbi chuckled somberly. “It’s not my first priority.”\n“It shouldn’t be. At least, not today. But look, you’re free! You can fuck whoever you want and Ferridor doesn’t care at all.” Arms extended out and she looked to the sky. “Hey Ferridor! Thanks for all the spells. I’m going to use them to save my siblings from our shitty family. Then I’m going to fuck my brother and sisters until we have a whole family of our own.”\nHer attention came back to Bobbi and snapped both fingers, a ball of Light appearing in each hand. “See? He doesn’t care. Maybe all that’s important is that we have good hearts and do the right thing when it counts?” She closed her palms and they disappeared. \n“Bobbi, we don’t even know if Ferridor is real. Yes, we learn these prayers and spells but the Gods don't talk to us. They don’t visit us. He hasn’t proved anything to us. Maybe it comes from the Universe? Maybe it’s some other source of power, and Ferridor is this story someone made up to tell us what to do! Blasphemous, right?”\nThe ivory vixen snapped and another Light globe appeared. “Nobody cares.” \nShe stepped up again, chest to chest, hugging her and bringing her muzzle near, but Bobbi looked away. With a chuckle, she gave a quick kiss on her nose then slipped back to hold her shoulders. “Thanks for rescuing me. You did save me. And whatever you think of me now, I hope you still know it was worth it. You did the right thing last night and sometimes you need to help people you don't agree with. Those people aren’t Paladins or Priests and they’re not heroes. You are.”\nHer hands moved down her arms and she took a step back. “And you can still be a hero and share that gorgeous body of yours with others. It’d be such a waste if you didn’t. I know you liked it. Goodbye Bobbi.”\nShe kissed the air and headed toward the river with a pronounced sway in her hips, which Bobbi couldn’t resist watching. Velaria stopped and looked back with a grin and a shimmy of her rump. “Two more vixens that look just like me. Identical triplets! You’re sure?”\n“I’m sure. Goodbye Velaria.”\nThe ivory vixen nodded with a pursed smile then turned back to the water, walking away. She looked back once more and waved before heading off down the bank, behind one tree, then another until finally she was gone, leaving Bobbi naked and alone. \nA twitch in the groin made her aware of the extra weight and pulled her back into the moment. The view of the vixen leaving had not been lost on her body and her freshly deflowered cock was stiff and ready again. Would she let her have sex once more? Perhaps anally? Should she say something more before she was gone forever? \nFor all of the fantasies of making love to the ivory vixen and having a life with her, it all seemed so silly now. It was impossible not to judge the vixen's desire for her own kin and was sure that was in defiance of more natural laws than those of their religion. Even without the scandal of her relationship with her brother, a quiet life on a farm had never appealed to her. The world was big, people needed help and she'd spent her entire life training to be someone who could help them. \nThe hardest thing about not calling out for Velaria now was that she really wanted to have sex one more time.\nTeeth dug into her lower lip and she said nothing, only waiting for enough time to pass that she was surely gone. The river was loud after the last night's rain and it hid any further sounds of the ivory vixen's departure from her life. \nEnough time passed and she finally got off the ground and went to a fallen tree, next to where her armor was orderly placed and sat back down, with her legs wide then looked down at her erection, so swollen it pressed against her breasts. \nSlick. Pointed. Massive. Incredibly hard. A hot iron of once-forbidden desire, satiated without consequence. Her strong hand took a firm grip of its base, then her other joined it, beginning to stroke, slowly exploring the sensation. But when the shifting sun hit her shining armor she stopped and looked, seeing herself in the polished metal. The curves it has been formed into were broad and distorted, but led her eye to the long scabbard of her wide-bladed, two-handed sword. She unsheathed it and stabbed it into the ground, facing the fallen log, then took her seat in front of her, the blade presenting her reflection, narrow but without distortion. Shuffling, she lined up to it until she could see her face, breasts and cock, then she started to stroke again.\nBobbi watched herself, transfixed as she fulfilled the fantasy and relief of masturbation, finally unburdened from consequences. Velaria was right. She was beautiful and everything beautiful about the ivory vixen, was beautiful about herself. Sharp features, bright eyes, wide hips, huge breasts. They could have been sisters. \nHands moved to her chest, slow and curious, groping them and tugging stiff nipples before she pulled them enough for her erection to slip between them. She hunched her back more, crushing her chest against her thighs until her erection poked free of the top of her cleavage. Her hungry muzzle leaned down to meet it, smelling Velaria’s fresh wetness still on her. With her eyes back on her reflection, she dipped lower, easing her mouth down and closing it around her own cock, its musky taste exciting and electric. \nEvery perverse thought she’d repressed came back like a flood and her spine bowed up and down, fucking her own chest and sealed muzzle, watching her reflection the entire time. A hand slipped down to brush over her sack, once again tight and laden, ready for release. Fingers crept past it and under, finding nerves only Velaria had touched. The crack of her rump was damp with sweat and she pushed further, against her clenched muscle, then further still, burying it in herself, knuckle by knuckle. \nBobbi allowed herself the muffled whimper that wanted to escape. There were no consequences anymore. Finally, she could just enjoy it. Her free hand slapped on her bare breast, groping as power and pleasure flooded to her loins again, then up through her cock. \nThe wave of ecstasy shocked her into opening her muzzle right as her semen erupted, hitting her face and inside her mouth, then spilling out and drooling out into her cleavage. Lips sealed around it, capturing the new and once-forbidden, alkaline taste before the next gush and her cheeks swelled. Over a leaky seal, the surprise of the force of her ejaculation and its curious taste, she managed to swallow most of it. Another came quickly behind, threatening to choke her until she lifted her head away, uncorking a much bigger mess now. \nHeaving and panting, she looked back at her reflection: the same as it had been but now messier. Her repression and hesitation were abandoned and without apparent consequences and warm comfort replaced it all. Her reflection was captivating and she watched herself milk the last of her semen from her throbbing cock until her orgasm trickled off to a drool. She was beautiful and she could finally admit that her own appearance aroused her.\nWith the truth of her acceptance weighing in her mind, she rolled a palm over on her knee. Eyes looked up to the sky and whoever might be behind it, while she caught her breath for a long, nervous moment, before she gazed to her hand and snapped her fingers.\nA small globe of light appeared and stayed there, bold and strong as it had always been. She stared at it until her eyes hurt then closed her hand. \nTime passed, lost in thought. Question after question. What had she been taught that was actually true? What other lies had she internalized? Just because the Abbey was wrong about some things didn’t mean Velaria was right about the rest. In this, it seemed she was and that was liberating enough for now. Maybe she was still a Paladin.\nThe moment eventually caught up to her. Back at the Abbey, a storm of consequences must be brewing and she’d been careless with the time. They would pursue her for certain and she needed to keep her head start. \nThe vixen hurried to the river and splashed the biggest of the mess of her face and body clean, then dried herself with padded underclothes. Dressing herself hastily, then suiting up in her armor, she was ready to go in minutes. She took back her sword, glancing at her reflection once more then sheathing it over her shoulder. \nHer stomach rumbled, a reminder she had no provisions or supplies but she was a resourceful Paladin. She would be fine. \nBobbi pushed the canoe back into the water, wading up to her knees before stepping into it. With clarity but no real direction, she began to row down the river.\nWith the image of Velaria fresh in her mind, she thought then of the sisters she spoke of and the generous endowments they also carried. Her peer, Domantas came to mind then, the male, white fox, hung like she was. She looked down at herself, and the beautiful sensual body she’d been blessed with and imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by others like her.\nPerhaps she would go north…\n\nThe End\n\n"
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"description": "A futa Paladin Acolyte, weeks from graduation, finds her vows, faith and honor tested by a beautiful vixen.\n\n==================\nPatches'' are standalone, supplemental stories in the \"Pairs of Pumpkins\" Universe that exist outside of the chapters and timeframe of the main story. They explore and detail ideas and characters in the world, who may have some secondary or tertiary connection to the cast and events of the Pairs of Pumpkins storyline, even if they never intersect with it.\n\nFinally, we meet Bobbi, the intersex Paladin, gets her story. https://inkbunny.net/s/3600107\n\nI broke this one up into chapters since it's long (35-40 pages!) Hopefully that makes it easier to read.\n\nPlease leave a comment with your impressions if you read the whole thing!"
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"writing": "[b]Pairs of Pumpkins Patches:\nHer Knight In Shining Armor[/b]\n\nby Jess Faulks\n\n[i]\n(\"Patches'' are standalone, supplemental stories in the \"Pairs of Pumpkins\" Universe that exist outside of the chapters and timeframe of the main story. They explore and detail ideas and characters in the world, who may have some secondary or tertiary connection to the cast and events of the Pairs of Pumpkins storyline, even if they never intersect with it.)\nAuthor’s Note: Pairs of Pumpkins is “sexy fantasy” more than it is erotica, and these stories are Novelettes more than Short Stories. I promise though, there is a sexy pay off but it won’t come quickly.\n I should warn that this particular “sexy fantasy” also contains violence but nothing to do with the sexy parts. Lastly, the story is set in a school of sorts but all participants in the sexy parts are 18/”Senior Year” equivalents. \n[/i]\n\nChapter 1\n\nSlick. Pointed. Massive. Incredibly hard. The bold red of her cock stabbed skyward, a hot iron of forbidden desire in the cool air, lit through her window by the light of the waning, crescent moon. She desperately wanted to touch it. To taste it and put her mouth around it. More than anything in this moment of weakness, she wished to plunge it into the embrace of the most gorgeous creature she'd ever seen, the Ivory Vixen.\nSitting alone in her modest dorm room, Bobbie wasn’t supposed to think these thoughts. She was a righteous Paladin in-training, an Acolyte almost to graduation. A Paladin was not supposed to be entranced by the foul tower of sin rising from her own lap, inches from her white-furred muzzle, her eyes crossed to focus on it. \nIt twitched as she flexed it, teasing her with how close it would be to her own mouth if not for her second, freakish deformity: a pair of breasts of remarkable size, heavy and bulky, each one the size of her skull. They were still restrained in the custom-fitted, metal breastplate of her suit of armor and in moments like these, the extra barrier helped keep the bestial urges of her perverse body at bay. She knew she could reach it though.\nShe hated the way she had developed, a freakish anomaly of nature according to the strictly religious doctors of the Abbey. Once she'd been a lanky boy with an out-of-proportion sheath but at puberty she was as surprised as anyone to grow into an outrageously curvaceous, feminine form, with wide hips, a narrow waist and an enormous chest. Her figure was now the epitome of boyish fantasies that she herself was guilty of, with a weight and bulk that was now always in her way. Despite her vow of chastity she was attracted to females before she had developed into what she could only rationalize as a She.\nMost of the other, all-male acolytes would admit some attraction to women but she was the only one who saw a pair of giant, teenage breasts every time she looked down. Breasts she had to resist wrapping around her cock every time she got an erection. \nShe hated the way her own body had turned her on but through calm of mind, learned through years of meditation practice, she could control that self-disgust.\nWhat she was less confident in controlling was how her body reacted to a particular Initiate Priestess, a stunning beauty she knew only as the Ivory Vixen. She hadn’t heard her voice. She didn’t know her name. While she’d only seen her from afar, she was entirely irresistible. \n“The Abbey of Ferridor’s Righteous Right Hand” was the premiere academy for elite Paladins and Priestesses, with an extensive, seminary wing for the training of both. Segregated from the main compound, The Academy was split again by gender into two, long, parallel buildings. One for the all-male Paladin Acolytes, of which she was considered and the other for the all-female Priestess Initiates. The two were separated by a broad lawn, an easily-surveilled No Man’s Land that prevented fraternizing. The boys and girls could see each other from across the yard but never intermingled except on special, supervised occasions. \nShe had seen many Initiates over the years but the Ivory Vixen stood out the way Bobbi herself must have: a wildly curvaceous body that the modest robes of a trainee couldn’t hide. Fur not unlike her own but more yellowish to Bobbi's grey and white. Striking, ginger hair stood out in a crowd and piercing, green eyes had caught hers repeatedly from afar. They were the only two, female foxes in the whole Abbey with pale fur instead of red, something said to be more common far north. \nTheir similarities made her wonder if all of their kind developed to such extremes. The only other light-colored fox among the Acolytes was a male named Domantas, who she’d seen from the locker rooms was endowed more like a horse than any other vulpine or canine, giving credence to the idea it was their entire species that matured this way.\nThe Fathers of the Brotherhood preached that the penis had a mind of their own, and that mind was a powerful persuader. It was the focus of all masculine sin. The bigger it was, the louder it would tempt them, one of them had added to her, personally. If that were true, Bobbi’s was a devil. Nothing would tempt them from the path of righteousness than the desires of their penises and Bobbi had seen few others near the size of hers. Only the horses and the fox, Domantas.\nShe was fresh from training, still in her full suit of plate armor, the sweat cooling beneath metal, padding and fur. Only her helmet and codpiece were removed, the former carried back under her arm and the latter desperately unbuckled the moment she was in private.\nIt was a test of her chastity. Her faith in their God, Ferridor the Builder. Total mastery of the self was foundational to the strength of a Holy Paladin. Resisting temptation only made her stronger.\nBobbi closed her eyes and stilled her breath, focusing on the cool air entering her lungs through her nose and the hot breath exiting out her mouth. It was torture but she was trained to resist torture. With her breathing under control she stood up and began to methodically remove her armor. \nIt was best done with a squire but students didn’t have squires and the Abbey's signature design was built to be adorned and removed alone, though it took some time. She removed each plate and wiped it clean, then set them on the display shelf across from her bed. A mirror helped with the hard-to-reach straps and was required to make sure every acolyte was presentable to Godly standards every morning, but she kept hers angled toward the door, to only use when necessary.\nThe breastplate was the last hard piece to come off, before hanging the padded undershirt and pants. She stripped down the rest of the way and hung her undergarments to air dry, breathing deeply the entire time. She still was in control. \nNude, she waved her hand over two buckets of water, one soapy and one not, warming them both with a minor spell. Fetching a sponge then, she cleaned herself, slow and carefully. Her face and hair. Her neck and shoulders. Her breasts and the void between them. Her penis, scrotum and the void behind it. Under her tail and the crack of her rump. As long as she went slow enough, she was grooming, not indulging in temptation. While thorough, she lingered no more than necessary to be properly clean.\nAfterward, she dried with a towel and fetched a nightshirt from her small dresser, one she’d custom cut and sewn from a bedsheet to fit her. She pulled it over her head and down to her erection, which hadn’t subsided at all, defying her. \nBobbi wondered what life would be like with the Ivory Vixen. If they might ever be assigned on the same mission. What her personality was like. How she sounded when she spoke. There were rumors of Paladins of other orders that were allowed to get married. Children were not in the plan for Bobbi but if she had them with her, they would be magnificent and beautiful.\nThe vixen acolyte laid down on her bed, on her back, reciting prayers in her head until the weight of her chest shortened her breath enough to roll onto her side. Eventually, she fell asleep.\nChapter 2\n“Eyes up, Dax!” She pulled her gloved punch, before it landed on the inattentive hare.\n“Owww! Bobbi!”\n“Eyes UP!”\n“I wasn’t staring at your…”\nBobbi snapped her extended fist back under her muzzle, elbows clamped around her breasts to secure them. “I know, Dax. You were staring at Renley again. I don’t get what you see in him.”\n“He’s gorgeous.”\n“He’s a snake.”\n“He’s a skunk.”\nHer friend, Dax the hare, was a foot shorter than Bobbi and much slighter in stature. He was fast, when he could focus but she had the advantage of reach and strength.\nHe swung and she stepped back, clear of his fist. Sparring her probably wasn't the best practice for him either, with his obvious fear of punching the breasts that dominated her chest. \n“You know what I mean.”\n“BOBBI! DAX!” The quartermaster barked from a short tower he used to supervise the training yard. “LESS TALKING! MORE FIGHTING!” \nThey exchanged a few punches silently, blocking and dodging. Dax looked back to the quartermaster, who'd turned his attention elsewhere, and Bobbi resisted the cheap shot but tapped his shoulder to make sure he knew she could have. He ignored it.\n“You know he’s only mean to you because he’s jealous of you. Either that or he likes you.”\n“No, he’s mean.” She threw a jab and he juked. “Not just to me. To everyone. No excuses. What about Sylas? Strong, silent type?”\n“He’s a lion. Those teeth scare me.” He swung back and she twisted under it, despite her superior height.\n“C’mon Dax. It’s not like I’m a small target. And you shouldn’t be thinking about any of them like that.”\nThe rust-colored rabbit grinned and punched again, clipping her chest. “The way you think about the Ivory Vixen?”\n“Ow! Yes, exactly like that.” She countered and he ducked, then she caught him low, square on the muzzle. “It’s not in the cards for any of us.”\n“You saw her yesterday, right?”\n“Of course I did.”\n“Watching you?”\nBobbi paused. “I didn't know she was watching me…”\nDax took advantage and jabbed, bopping her muzzle. “Rabbit punch!”\n“OWWWW!”\n“You seriously didn’t notice? You’re like twins. The only female foxes with light fur. The only two in this whole place with gigantic boobs? Yes, she was looking at you.”\nBobbi swung a hook and Dax feigned, then he jabbed and she sidestepped. A jab and a cross caught the hare in his shiny, black nose. \n“I know you like her, but she’s bad news. Rumor is she came for filth and is bottom of the class. She might even flunk out of school.”\n“They’re just jealous of her.”\n“Speaking of other foxes, did you hear about Domantas?”\n“He’s the only person who’s nice to me here. What about him?”\n“He’s in the stockades.”\n“What did he do!?”\n“Not sure. Apparently he lied about his birthright on the application to the Academy. He said he was part of the Royal Family in some faraway Kingdom but they replied after a year saying they didnt know a thing about him.”\n“He never said anything about being royalty. But aren’t all of your parents rich? Does it matter?”\nDax sighed and threw an easily-dodged punch. Bobbi slipped it across her back.\n“Not if you’re adopted by the Order, like you. But if you say you’re from a family…”\n“Who cares? The program determines who is good enough. If the only lie Domantas told was to the admission board, he shouldn’t be in the stockades. This place is too exclusive anywOOOOOOWWW!”\nA fist from outside caught her in the breast, harder than anyone should be swinging. Dax saw the look on her face and raised his gloves in innocence.\n“Sorry, ROBERT FERRISON.” It was Renley the skunk, withdrawing his hand back into a ready stance. He’d gotten close while she was lost in the sparring and several of his larger, duller friends were gathered behind him. “It’s confusing to try to learn to fight real men with those big tits jiggling around.”\nBobbi gritted her teeth, hiding the wince of discomfort and bubbling of rage from Renley’s insults as she towered over the handsome, smug prick. She wasn't especially tall among the boys of the student body, but he was short, barely taller than Dax.\n“They’re just so freakish and in the way! You sure you don’t want to join the Priestesses? You’d fit right in with the other bimbo. Better yet, the two of you could drop out and go to Whore School instead. Maybe a dairy?”\nThe boys gathered behind him laughed and hawed. Renley was a prick but a charismatic one, at least for the kind of dull, student body destined for Paladinhood. Everyone seemed to love him for some reason, even Dax. He wouldn’t get to her. She was in control of her emotions, and was used to this.\nThe skunk had led her torment even before her unexpected development. She was a toddler when the Abbey had rescued her from parents she couldn't remember but was assured by her teachers, had been evil and cruel. \nShe entered the Paladin program around the same age as the rest of them but not from the same path. Their families had money and power to jockey their sons, often second or third-born, into the prestige of Paladinhood. With Bobbi, known as Robert back then, she was a ward of the Abbey they didn’t know what else to do with. Renley and his lot had unfortunately learned this after a young Robert had never considered the need to keep it a secret.\nYears later, when they all began to hit puberty, Bobbi was both too good of a student and too far along to expel, despite some of the Master Paladins' best efforts. “Unprecedented“ they described her transformation as and while it challenged the order’s rules, it took some thorough analysis to confirm it was natural and not magical or demonic in nature. \nTechnically, they concluded, she was still a male of the species and her advanced Paladin spellcasting suggested she was favored by Ferridor. After drawn-out arguments that laid bare what some of the administrator's thought of her, she would remain in the program.\nRenley only made things worse for her after that. He took every opportunity to remind her she was an abomination of nature and no matter what she looked like and called herself now, she was born a boy.\n“You know my name. You act like you forget, as if forgetting makes you witty but it just makes you seem stupid.”\nA whistle blew. The disruption hadn’t been missed by the quartermaster. They weren’t sparring any more and any further blows would be a fight.\n“At least I’m not a freak. With hair, tits and hips, like a BITCH.”\nShe readied in a defensive stance. “You treat people like that and call yourself a man of Faith? You embarrass yourself and the rest of us.” \nThe whistle blew again, longer and louder.\n“FERRIDOTTIR! To the tower. NOW!”\nThe quartermaster had seen the crowd, forming around the two but as usual, he only called only her. She was used to it. The orphan acolyte didn’t have powerful, wealthy parents who funded the Abbey like Renley and the rest of them did. \nThe quartermaster knew she wouldn't take the bait from him or his toadies but it was enough to see she was thinking it. Popular or not, she knew she could have shattered Renley’s muzzle with her forehead before any of them could react. All of the Paladin acolytes could cast healing spells on one another by now but it might’ve made him reconsider his torment, for him to experience that particular pain first. Now she was being watched.\nShe glared at Renley for a long moment then rolled her eyes away and withdrew to the quartermaster’s tower.\n“You’re a sad excuse for a man, Robert.” The skunk averted his eyes from the quartermaster as he spoke. \n“You’re a sad excuse for a Paladin, Renley.”\nChapter 3\nIt was the middle of the night when something stirred Bobbi from her sleep. Uncommon noise. Muffled. Sneaking. There was movement in the corridors of the Abbey. She was tense and alert but waited, listening for more. There was nothing. It was gone. A bad dream?\nA paladin was nothing without vigilance and she knew better than to assume the best of suspicions, so she slipped out of bed and listened at the door. Silence. She pulled the handle but the door didn’t move. It shouldn’t. The doors were locked nightly from the hallway but the sentries who patrolled didn’t try to be quiet like whoever had passed before did. \nStepping back and pausing, she perked her ears. Something outside. She turned and went to the window, overlooking a courtyard that should be empty at night. It was not. It had rained and the gloss of wetness made the movement of everything easier to see and her vulpine eyes were sharper than most. \nAlong the hedges that broke up the field between the two buildings of the seminary wing, figures shifted in the darkness. People in black fatigues moved away from the Abbey. Invaders? But why would they be moving away?\nShe tensed for a moment until she recognized one, Henry, a white-furred mink. Another, Trenton, a cat and a recently ordained Paladin who now guarded the armory. These were other Acolytes and a few recent graduates, by the tens, moving under the cover of the cloudy sky and new moon.\nSome kind of special training? Of everyone but her?\nAcross the yard, she saw more of them. Feminine silhouettes filing out of the Priestess Academy, disappearing against the hedges and heading in the same direction. None of them were allowed to be out at night, nor were they allowed to be fraternizing! But there were so many of them, coming out of both buildings, all teenage in stature.\nA group of female Initiates interrupted the single file flow, shouldering open the double doors. There were six girls carrying a seventh, bound, gagged and resisting. Impossible curves jostled violently as she squirmed. The Ivory Vixen! The others seemed to struggle with her size and she was fighting as they carried her into the darkness. \nBobbi clenched her jaw and followed the lines to the Abbey’s south wall, where two ladders had been erected. Students were starting to climb over and out of the campus, toward the thick forest beyond. \nThere was no justification for this. Paladins and Priestesses were not trained to skulk around in the shadows. None of them were armed or armored and they had obvious, malicious intent for the Ivory Vixen. \nShe turned away from the window and rushed to her armor. If Trenton was out with the others, the armory would be unguarded and she could fetch her weapon as well. Dressing herself in a hurry was something she’d practiced to rote in drills and she was suited up before the last of them had poured over the ladders.\nShe gave the door a forceful shove then and that should have been enough. The \"locks\" were supposed to just be sticks, not enough to actually trap them inside, in case there was a fire. They were for the administrators to know if anyone left in the night. \nBobbi's door was braced with something far more substantial. She gritted her teeth and kicked the door with a heavy boot, again and again until the door itself started to come apart. She finally broke it enough to reveal a discreet, metal rod had been placed behind her stick, reinforcing the lock without being obvious to any sentries passing by.. She reached through the splinters and ripped it away, then kicked open the door to stagger out into the empty hall.\nOnly silence greeted her. Every other door was closed, locks in place.\nShe ran to Dax’s room, several dorms down but it was as silent as the rest. A quiet knock received no reply so she pulled the stick out of the slot and opened his dorm. His bed was empty and unmade, his armor still in place. She checked the next dorm, then the next. All empty.\nThrough the halls of the Abbey, she ran straight to the armory in the dim, torchlight of the hall. The whole thing was unguarded and abandoned, not even by the usual sentries that patrolled the halls. She leapt over the counter and down the row of swords until she found hers: a two-handed greatsword with an extra long grip, to make handling it around her chest easier. \nNow armed and armored, she rushed out for the nearest door into the now empty yard. It was raining again. She raced to the closest ladder, up, over and out of the campus, joining the rest of her peers in their blatant violation of the rules.\nThey were easy to track for all the footprints left behind. The mud and wet sheen made it obvious to her sharp eyes, even in the darkness of the cloud-shrouded, new moon. There were so many of them that the scent could be followed despite the weather. \nThe single file lines of the Paladin Acolytes and Priestess Initiates had merged into one group outside the wall and headed down a well-cleared trail into the thick woods. Bobbi rushed after, careful of the hazards of the forest at night until she heard a commotion ahead. Slowing down as she approached, she quieted the rattling of her armor in her advance. What could they be up to?\nThere was torchlight in the darkness and the path opened up to a clearing, where she stopped at its edge.\nAt least forty of her peers had come together, most if not all of the final class of trainees which included ages sixteen and up, males and females. The men were in their training fatigues and the women in dark robes. There were six torches among them and beyond them all was a single, fallen tree trunk that had been erected, with underbrush, kindling and larger, broken branches being gathered at the base by several of them. The Ivory Vixen was tied to it by an excessive amount of rope and two of her fellow initiates were securing it behind her. \n“For the Paladin Acolytes who do not know me, my name is Orealia. You all know why we’re here,” a black-furred feline Priestess Initiate emerged from the crowd. “Our educators are bound by laws and rules but their mercy has invited corruption to infest our Order.”\n“We’ve seen it ourselves,” one of the male torchbearers stepped up beside her. It was Renley. Of course it was him, to rally their fellows into misbehavior. “We’ve tolerated liars and abominations in our midst and been told that is not our place to judge. But this one… the sins of this one, who is set to be ordained within weeks, cannot be allowed to stain our Holy ranks.”\nThe feline took over again. “No one knew how Velaria Firantus came to us, two years ago but we all knew she didn’t want to be here. She did not appreciate this gift, even if it might redeem her rotten soul.”\nThe Ivory Vixen, Velaria Firantus. \nIt was as beautiful a name as she was. \n“Scraping by in her course work, only passing because she happened to have a natural aptitude for spellcasting that endeared her to our teachers. But it seems they were blind to who she really is. Tell them what you found in the hall of records, Madeline.”\nA bookish possum in wire-framed glasses hesitated to emerge from the crowd, her posture hunched and nervous as she cleared her throat. “Velaria Firantus was sent here to the Sisterhood of Ferridor’s Righteous Right Hand to avoid a life sentence for crimes against all nature and virtue. She had sexual relations with…”\n“WE HAVE COMPANY!” a young woman interrupted with a shout.\nChapter 4\n“IT’S BOBBI!” a boy yelled and pointed at her. So much for sneaking.\nThe crowd turned almost in unison to see her. She stepped out from the treeline her sword hefted over her shoulder. \n“Come, join us Bobbi,” Renley called across the clearing, using her real name for what might have been the first time ever. “We didn’t think you had it in you, to administer justice unless the books told you to. But maybe we all misjudged you. Join us and prove you are one of us.” \nRenley’s words barely registered as the Ivory Vixen, Velaria looked right at her, pleading with her eyes. She barely minded his words but what she heard was deception.\n“You think you know better than the Order, the Keepers of the Laws of our Father, of who deserves what punishment?” Bobbi shouted back and started towards them. “So many of you are here only at the graces of your family’s wealth and privilege yet you question who the Fathers choose to admit? Who they choose to offer redemption to?”\n“You don’t even know what she did, freak,” Orealia hissed. \n“If you know, they know. And they admitted her.” She stopped, realizing she might need the advantage of space. Would they really attack her? “And I know we don’t do this. For all of the blood that our Order has spilled, we haven’t burned people alive for a hundred years. It’s forbidden and it’s barbaric. Whatever she did, her justice is not yours to administer.”\nThe crowd shuffled. There were so many of them. They seemed to be confused why she wasn't backing down. If only they'd gotten to know her, it wouldn't be a surprise.\n“Of course one freak would stand up for another,” Renley growled. “Fine. Run home and tell on us.”\nThe rain was getting heavier and Bobbi scanned over them in the darkness. Necks and chests were missing the shine of their Holy Symbols. Maybe because they would jingle and glisten in their attempts to be stealthy or maybe because they all knew this was an act of blasphemy. Either way, without their holy symbols as a focus, their spellcasting would be limited, if possible at all. None of them had brought obvious weapons. They weren’t expecting resistance or a fight. They were expecting a murder.\nShe recognized the faces from her school and considered who among them would be the biggest threat. If this escalated, it would be for her life. There was Henry, a timber wolf who was a skilled swordsman, but had no sword and more importantly, didn’t have the clenched jaw and steely eyes of man with conviction. Not like Renley did.\nClaude was a towering alligator with fearsome jaws and it was never easy to read his expression but his yellow eyes shifted with uncertainty. Sylas, the lion was deeper in the crowd and similarly listless. Few among them were as bloodthirsty as Renley and Orealia were and that would help if it did come to violence.\n“Run home while you burn our classmate to death. You go home, Renley. All of you, go home.”\nThe gathered mass of students rippled with apprehension and even the skunk and the feline priestess weren’t immune. The movement revealed rabbit ears, held down, hiding behind the towering lion. \n“Dax, I checked your dorm. I see you there. I’m very disappointed you thought this was a good idea.” Dax shamefully emerged, head hung low, averting his eyes.\n“What are you going to do, Bobbi? Fight us all?” Renley said.\n“What are YOU going to do, Renley? Kill two of your classmates and hope the Inquisitors, supreme investigators of crimes and transgressions, don’t figure it out?” The crowd shuffled more. \n“You think the Inquisitors will care?” Orealia laughed, bellowing with put-on drama. “About you two? We are Holy Orders, bound to vows of chastity. To stand as representatives of Ferridor to the sinful and weak masses of this corrupted land. \n“It’s clear to all of us and to every one of them just looking at you, that neither of you have any place in that. Freakish foxes from a faraway place, your bodies made for lust and temptation. No one would believe you are Paladins and Priestesses of anything but the whore Goddess, Adona. Or just plain whores. Maybe your ash-colored fur means you were born of demonesses! Bastard spawn of incubi or succubi.”\nShe had the attention of the crowd and Renley stepped up to join her.\n“You remember how the Inquisitors didn’t know what to do with you, when you developed into the abomination you are now, Robert. You went from another weird kid in the class to the embodiment of male temptation. We are separated by boys and girls because we must be chaste. We’re supposed to ignore your feminine curves and obscene breasts jiggling every time you train, because of nature’s sick joke and our Master’s guilty consciences? Challenging the teenage instincts we are here to transcend, then twisting it again with that grotesque reminder between your legs that you make us all lust for a BOY. We can all see how that confusion has rubbed off on your so-called friend, Dax.”\nSteps from Renley, Dax’s eyes widened and he hung his head lower still. If the others had known, they never mentioned it before. He went to the shorter hare and placed a hand on his shoulder. His voice was quiet now but the forest was quieter. \n“It’s okay, Dax. We all know that you like boys.” The gasps of the crowd suggested they didn’t in fact, all know. “We know you’re twisted this way because of her. You can still be redeemed.” He turned back to Bobbi and stepped forward.\n“But not you, Robert Ferrison. You’re a Trojan Horse of temptation, so blatantly built for sin that one might believe you were sent here to destroy The Order from within. You tempt every one of us with foul thoughts just by existing, Bobbi, and you tempt every one of the Inquisitors too. They’ll be so relieved to be rid of you. And I think you know it as well as I do.”\nThis was what she had trained for. Not sword fighting. Not the magic but the fortitude it took, to not give them a hair’s twitch of a reaction, even as the truth of their cruelty shredded her stomach like a barrage of arrows and the padding under her armor grew damp with cold, nervous sweat.\nPast her classmates, her eyes lifted to see Velaria’s eyes locked on hers, somehow also at ease despite being tied up and helpless. The corner of her mouth was curled into a wry grin and it flooded her with confidence and faith. Velaria wasn’t afraid for her life. She had a champion.\nBobbi raised her nose an inch and her gaze back down to Orealia and Renley. Her clenched jaw and lips betrayed a formative growl and she had to force her jaw to unlock so she could speak.\n“You wish to kill Velaria for crimes she’s been forgiven for and you wish to kill me for my appearance.” She lowered her sword from her shoulder and brought it to bear. She raised her voice as she continued, to address them all. “Disregard whatever you think of me or of her, like we are taught to do about the people that we help.. If you have ever thought about justice and the truth behind our teachings, take no step forward and you will be spared. Come at me or move to her and you will die with disgrace, for the judgment of Ferridor is mine to deliver.” \nMaybe Dax would reconsider. Some of the others, perhaps. But Renley had said what so many of them had obviously thought. Bobbi was aware of the attention her body received from their classmates, as they all learnt to be chaste together. That was the danger in Renleys’ words: she knew they were true and she saw the fire in their collective eyes.\n“Get her!” Renley commanded and the crowd lurched into action, all traces of the individual vanishing into a charging horde, crossing the clearing towards her in the pouring rain. They rushed her, unarmed and without the brunt of their magic. \nWhat he should have said was ‘kill her, with everything you can throw at her.” Their spells individually, would be their feeblest versions but if coordinated and concentrated against her, she might already be dead. Even without the aid of their Holy Symbols, they’d be better off surrounding her and throwing rocks than charging their armed and armored classmate.\nStill, she would slice a few with her sword before they would dogpile her and tear her apart, if they were devout enough to not defile her first. She needed to do more than fight them. Fingers clenched her Holy Symbol and she cast the most potent spell she knew: an air bomb meant for destroying waves of the undead at once, with the epicenter as a small, hot and blinding sun.\n“UKRADI MOJE SUNCE!” the Paladin bellowed the incantation toward the black sky, in a violent prayer to a wrathful God.\nThe night was in an instant, day, with an orb of brilliant, blinding fire over Bobbi’s head. Right before she closed her eyes, she noticed how the light bounced against the bottoms of the darkest, thickest clouds she’d ever seen. \nIt lasted for some seconds, burning bright through her eyelids until it disappeared with a wave of cold. Raindrops resumed, now steaming as they landed on the warm steel of her dry armor.\nThe crowd was scattered, halfway to her. Some had stopped to cover their eyes while others had slipped in the mud or tripped on the forest floor. The first two to recover were furious as they pounced to their feet, a wolverine and a dog, blinded more by rage than light and she had no choice but to defend herself.\nThe wolverine lunged and she sidestepped, letting her Holy Symbol fall back to hang from her neck and seizing a second-hand grip on her long-pommeled blade. She didn’t swing so much as let him jump into it and it was already halfway through his belly when she twisted it away to crouch and brace it, tip first for the charging dog’s heart. \nHe ran himself through but his weight knocked her onto her back, giving her a brief glimpse of the black sky, now churning like a boiling cauldron. In a moment, the view was blocked with her lifeless classmate fallen on her, his expression mercifully frozen in the rage. At least it was quick. His name was Nemi.\nNemi’s body above her pushed the pommel of her weapon into the mud. She hurried to shove him off her, bracing herself into a squat to lift him off the blade when she saw the churning clouds were now crackling with energy. \nBeyond the chaos of the clearing and the mob regaining their sight, trying to find their target underneath one of their own, she spotted Velaria. Her robes were snapping in the angry wind and her arms had somehow come free of their bonds. She held them high in the air. \nIt was clear now from the black, crackling clouds, she was about to summon Lightning in the middle of a rainstorm and Bobbi and her sword were the biggest, single metal object in the open field!\n“Get on the ground and hold the sword! Gauntlets off!” the Ivory Vixen shouted out to her. It was the first time she’d heard her speak and her voice was like a song, almost distracting her from the fight. \nBobbi nodded and obeyed, letting herself fall back into the mud as others began to spot her and converge. She rolled over, flinging off one gauntlet, then the other. Leather gloves around the blade, she was sandwiched between Nemi’s body and the earth, all the while feeling the static in the air making her thick fur try to rise in defiance of the wet dirt that covered it. They were coming for her but they slowed, starting to notice the charge all around them.\nThe second blinding light of the melee preceded the apocalyptic crunch of energy and somewhere after both of them came the agony of electrocution. It cracked and circled, first through her sword, then jumping to the ground and her armor, spreading through the tiny rivers of connected puddles in the thickness of the rain. \nShe didn’t understand electricity or what Velaria had done, but she trusted the orders were in the best interest of her survival. In the moments after, the pain was a welcome sensation. It meant she was alive. \nScreams, yelps, whimpers and pathetic gargles surrounded her as she clenched her blade and peeked out, while it felt like her eyeballs were trying to push out of her skull. Arcs of lightning jumped from body to body through the air, troughs and pools of water, until every one of them collapsed. No one but Velaria remained on their feet and she started to undo the ropes around her.\nFinally, it was quiet and still but for some lingering groans of agony. The smell of ozone and burnt fur overwhelmed the freshness of the heavy rain. She had been electrocuted like the rest of them but the sword drove in the ground had somehow helped her bypass the worst of it. Fur and hair stool on end everywhere it wasn’t pushed down by armor or caked mud. Her muscles responded when she went to stand.\nQuick but wobbly to her feet, a glance around took in the entirety of the gathered crowd, still on the ground. In the now quiet, rainy clearing between them, bodies smoked, some still and others rolling in pain.\nChapter 5\nBobbi grabbed her sword and tugged it from Nemi’s body, pushing him over to get his weight off. She fetched her gauntlets then, tucking them under her arm before she started toward the other vixen. \nSylas, the lion was the first one she recognized, still writhing in pain on the ground and she slid to her knees at his side, barely noticing Velaria shaking her head.\n“I forgive you, Sylas. Don’t pursue us,” she said and pushed her hand into his shirt to touch his bare chest. He closed his eyes and lowered his head in a shameful nod. Fingers grew warm and glowed from beneath his clothes as Bobbi muttered an incantation of Minor Healing. “Help the others. Do. Not. Pursue us.” \n“Are you going to save them all so they can try to kill us again?! We don’t have time for this!” Velaria shouted back, working to free herself from the ropes that bound her body and legs to the tree.\nBobbi sprang up and gathered speed, heavy boots splashing in the mud. Velaria was wrong yet right. If she could heal a few of them, who could heal the rest, everyone who could live, would and hopefully be smart enough to not further engage.\nWhere the head of the crowd had been, she spotted Dax, writhing and smoking, with his hand around the ankle of the first of them to stagger to his feet: it was Renley. \n“Let go of me, traitor!” the skunk growled, oblivious to Bobbi’s approach behind him. He fished in the mud for a heavy rock then lifted it with two hands over his head. \n“Renley!” she barked, now charging, her blade coiled to strike and he turned his attention to her. He drew the rock back over his shoulder, ready to heft it but the throw would be weak. Her course didn't change until he released it in a slow, predictable parabola, then she juked out of its path, running at him with the pointed end first.\nWhat would killing Renley mean?\nRenley and Orealia were the ringleaders. This was their fault. And if they could revive the others, they might persuade them to pursue and get more of their classmates hurt or killed. Without them, the rest might give up and whatever punishment the Abbey decided on for them, at least they would live. Blood was already on Renley’s hands. The wolverine and Nemi were riled up to their death because of him. If any of them were dead from the lighting, it was because of the orchestration of Renley and Orealia.\nThe case for sparing him didn’t come easily. They were defeated and yet he hadn’t learned a thing. Dax, it appeared, had stopped him from charging and Renley was going to kill him for that. Then he was so blinded by his hatred of her, he chose a futile attack over the shame of surrender.\nHer body slammed into his and his face came up to meet hers, wide-eyed as she ran him through with the entirety of her sword, lifting him off the ground. She skidded to a stop and he kept going, flying clear of her weapon and presenting the massive wound that split his chest. It was the first time she'd seen fear in his eyes, wide open and locked on her.\n“We have to go!” Velaria pleaded, stepping out of the loosened ropes, a feral raccoon jumping down from the post behind her and running off, towards the clearing. Did someone else help her to get free? The Ivory Vixen watched as well, looking every bit as confused. The feral animal scurried into the battlefield and straight to the possum girl, Madeline, who had been called on by Oreila to read the vixen’s crimes. She was barely moving, her body steaming in the rain and the raccoon licked at her face. Velaria hesitated before she ran to her.\nBobbi looked around again. A few others were starting to get up but none with the eagerness to fight. A badger named Stephen locked eyes with her, then lied back down.\nSafe for the moment, she set down her sword and knelt at Dax’s side, healing him while Velaria healed Madeline.\n“I’m sorry, Bobbi. This was all wrong. I let them convince me…”\nBobbi put her finger to his nose and mouth, with the warmth of another Healing spell. “You’re going to be okay, Dax. Don’t let them convince you to be anything you aren’t.”\n“We have to go now!” A hand fell on her shoulder and she swore she could feel the warmth of her touch through the steel pauldron. Velaria was next to her but turning to look only poked her muzzle into the softness of her breast. She’d never been so close to the vixen and her heart raced.\n“She’s right, Bobbi. You have to go! Renley is a bastard but he wasn’t wrong about the Abbey. They’ll find a way to blame you for this.” He looked up to Velaria then with a weak cough, “Take care of my girl. She’s a good one. And she likes you.”\nVelaria squatted low and flung her arms around her, hands planting on the armor over her breasts. No one else had ever touched them before, breastplate or not and she flushed as she was lifted to her feet. “Come on… Bobbi. Let’s go.”\nThe Ivory Vixen knew her name. At least now she did. And she’d grabbed her chest. And so despite the swirl of emotions, fear and guilt over lives taken, she felt her cock throb to life in her codpiece.\n“Bobbi!” Velaria spun her to shake her by the shoulders, mashing a massive, soft bust to her unmoving, armored one. They were face to face. Muzzle to muzzle. Then mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue. Neither of them started it, she was sure. It just happened, as natural as the falling rain.\nVelaria was the one to break the kiss. “We need to run! These three can heal the others.” Her head snapped to look at Madeline who was standing up on shaky legs, the raccoon perched on her shoulder. “Heal Orelia last, if you must save her at all.” \n“I’m so sorry, Velaria.” The possum girl spoke. “I never should have told her what I learned. We all make mistakes.”\nVelaria gave a disdainful huff and Bobbi just watched her. Seeing her jump back into action after their intimate moment, made her all the more enticing but Bobbi could deal with her feelings later.\nShe slipped on her gauntlets and flung her blade clean of the blood of three of her classmates… three attackers, before resheathing it. \nStanding together over the field of defeated students, writhing in pain or trying to stand on shaky legs, Velaria took her hand and they ran away from the Abbey, into the black of the moonless night and the weight of what they had done.\nChapter 6\nWith two pairs of fox eyes, they were well-suited for navigating the woods at night, with Velaria’s loose robes the biggest challenge, as stray branches grabbed and snagged at them. Others in their class could also see at night but with Renley dead and Orealia's fate unknown, it was hard to imagine the rest of them rallying to pursue. \nThe two stopped once to listen, then again, and later several more times. There was no sign of pursuit. \n“Tomorrow, it might be Inquisitors,” Bobbi panted. “We need to get as far away from here as possible. If we can reach the river, we can disappear forever.”\nVelaria nodded, with her hands on her knees, catching her breath for a moment before the Paladin took a hand and led her to follow. After a while, they found themselves on a path and running was easier. Veleria crossed her arms over her chest to restrain them, then ran with more speed. \nBobbi was sweating and the much-less-physically trained Velaria was almost hyperventilating by the time they reached the small river in the valley behind the Abbey. The path came to a bridge crossing it and the tiny dock with several canoes and rowboats off to the side. \n“We’ll take a boat down river,” Bobbi spoke and Velaria nodded. “That one.” She pointed to the longest canoe. “Nothing else here can seat as many men as that one. Fewer to chase us.” \nHer heavy boots clopped on the wood planks and she ran to the canoe, untying its mooring before she noticed Velaria lagging behind. She'd stopped at the first boat of the dock and her hand held to the rope that secured it. It aged and wilted until it disintegrated to dust, the obvious result of some minor cantrip. \nVelaria pushed the freed boat away with her foot then saw Bobbi was watching.\n“If they’re going to use these to chase us, why leave any of them at all?”\nBobbi hissed out a sigh but she was right: they were running for their lives. People were dead.. Property crime was inconsequential now. She drew a small knife and set about helping until every canoe but the biggest was loose and moving towards the middle of the river. They boarded, Velaria first with the help of Bobbi’s offered hand, then Bobbi herself, who pushed them off the dock with a long oar. After some maneuvering under the bridge, they joined the flotilla of unmanned boats, caught in a surprisingly strong current.\n“There’s a waterfall at some point. We can’t fall asleep in the boat,” the robed vixen said as she folded her hands between her knees.\nThe Paladin affirmed. “Alright. We’ll make some distance then steer ashore for the night.” \n“So… “\n“Yeah…”\n“Are you okay?”\n“I defended myself against an unjust attack. I wish that I hadn’t had to but I did what needed to be done.” Bobbi nodded, affirming it to herself before looking up to the Ivory Vixen’s enchanting eyes. “What about you? You may have killed more of them than me.”\n“Perhaps but it saved both of us from that unjust attack “\nShe dipped her head again. “Thank you.”\n“They’d have burned me at the stake if you hadn’t showed up. Madeline didn’t send her little friend to untie me until you stood up to them. We are even, when it comes to saving each other’s lives, Bobbi.”\nSilence followed and after a long moment, Velaria spoke again. “I guess this sort of changed the whole trajectory of our futures.”\n“So much for being a Paladin.”\n“I didn’t actually care about being a Priestess,” she said with a heavy breath. “They weren’t wrong. Coming hto the Academy was my redemption for my supposed crimes and it turns out I’m a pretty good conduit for the grace of Ferridor. I can sling spells in circles around most of the girls in my class and I’m probably the only one who’s not a virgin.”\n“You don’t kiss like a virgin,” Bobbi blurted out then averted her eyes.\nVelaria leaned in, her chest filling all the space between the elbows she planted on her knees, her eyes locked on Bobbi’s. “Lucky for you.”\nBobbi was silent and Velaria gave a playful nudge with her foot. “Hey. I’ve had sex with ONE boy. And it got me sent here. I’m not exactly what they call a slut, anywhere but an Abbey.”\nBobbi’s eyes darted around, avoiding hers.\n“Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Ferridor knows I don’t regret it yet I’m top of my class in using magic in his name. Maybe that whole chastity thing doesn’t work the way they say it does?”\nShe huffed a laugh then and sat back again. “So, what’s your deal, Bobbi? Weird name for a girl, even a girl with a dick. Which is a new one for me.”\n“The name is?”\n“The dick is. On a girl. Second biggest pair of tits on campus by a longshot and you’re packing that monster codpiece beneath them. It’s hard not to notice, even across the fields between buildings. That Renley guy did have a point. I'm sure all the boys want to fuck you and they’re all very confused by that package of yours. Ever mess around with any of them?”\n\"No! Absolutely not,\" she blushed and barked. Velaria recoiled but only momentarily.\nThe priestess mused a moment before continuing. “Do all arctic fox girls have racks like ours? I haven’t met any besides my sisters and you, and we’re all holding boulders. It must be something with the species, right?”\nBobbi shrugged. \"I've never met another like me. Not until you.\"\nVelaria nodded and their eyes met again.\n“Robert was the name they gave me at the Abbey but Robert wasn’t my real name either. No one alive knows what that was. I was found helpless and crying in some den of sin, the child of perverse and foul wizards that the Inquisitors destroyed.\"\n\"These wizards: they were foxes like us?\"\nBobbi shrugged. \"I assume so. They were first blamed when I started to develop into a woman, that I was some kind of freak for my parents meddling with magic and demons. There were tests, both scientific and magical and a whole trial to decide if they should kick me out. They didn't find anything unnatural and in the end, one of the more science-minded Fathers presented the case that in nature, sometimes strange and unpredictable things just happen. But Renley is right: I’m an abomination.”\n\"Bobbi, if it's natural, that's not an abomination. It's an anomaly.\"\nThe Paladin bit her lower lip. \"Maybe that's the word they used in the trial.\"\nVelaria was unphased, leaning in. “You had no problem healing that lion or your rabbit friend after killing three of your fellow Acolytes. Whatever you are, and whatever you think you are, it seems you still have Ferridor’s favor. All of those idiots that dragged out to the wood to burn me at the stake? They were scared of you. They knew you were powerful. That doesn’t sound like an abomination to me. It sounds like you’re a badass Paladin with a cock, balls and tits. Maybe that’s not common but so what? I think it’s kind of sexy.”\nBobbi blinked, wide-eyed at the comment and Velaria cracked a wry smile.\n“What? Are you wondering if I like you? I already kissed you.”\n“I thought I kissed you.”\nVelaria laughed. “I kissed you.”\n“Are you sure?”\n“Pull over.”\n“And then?”\n“Don’t be stupid, Bobbi.” Her eyes flitted down to her codpiece. “We can’t run all night. There’s a waterfall. Pull the boat over. Let’s rest for the night.”\nChapter 7\n“We should row a bit further.”\nVelaria leaned forward, bulging out her enormous chest over her knees again, her eyes locked on Bobbi. “What are you afraid of?”\nShe gritted her teeth at her codpiece filled with an eager, full erection until the pain was sharp and her wince was apparent. \n“We aren’t supposed to have these thoughts. And we can never, ever do anything about them.”\nShe gave a crooked chuckle. “They tell us that in the Nunnery too. You can’t even touch yourself for relief.” She leaned closer then, moving her hands from her knees to the sides of the boat and easing towards Bobbi. “...but I do. Almost every night. I hold my breast in one hand, finger myself with the other and I remember how good it feels to fuck. As you saw, my spells still work amazingly well.”\nShe was kneeling in the canoe now and her fingers slipped up to Bobbi’s armored thighs. “The straps on your codpiece look like they’re about to snap. Those must be hard to replace.” Mischievous fingers reached for it, while her eyes locked with Bobbi’s, her grin widening.\n“What do you think about when you touch yourself?” Her fingers started on one of the two buckles that kept her decent. Bobbi winced and the boat rocked.\n“Don’t…”\n“What do you think about, Bobbi?” she repeated, unfastening one strap, then holding the codpiece in place as she unfastened the other.\nHer eyes lifted from the floor of the canoe to Velaria’s. “I don't touch myself.\"\nVelaria twitched with skepticism.\n\"But I want to, when I think about you.”\nVelaria lit up before her attention returned to the codpiece, relaxing her pressure on it until it nearly sprung out of her hands, replaced with Bobbi's now free, swollen girlcock. “By the Gods, it’s like my arm!”\n“It’s disgusting, I know.” She said that because she was supposed to believe it, not because she did.\nVelaria leaned in, fingers wrapping gingerly around her girth. “It’s gorgeous.” Her nose brushed it, sniffing deeply and Bobbi shivered. “You can keep rowing if you like. Or pull ashore. But I’m just going to…”\nWith her green eyes locked with Bobbi’s, she eased her muzzle over the pointed, canine tip of her cock, delicate hands running down its length. Her demure expression distorted as she slipped down the first few inches, her jaw almost distending to accommodate the thickness. \nBobbi closed her eyes and savored the sensation. In all her fantasizing about sucking her own cock, she hadn’t considered Velaria’s mouth, assuming that was some kind of depravity for sailors and whores. Velaria was too pure for that, in her mind. With Velaria, the fantasy was about making love, in some idealized, flowery meadow. \nFor the compromised and inglorious position of the vixen between her legs, her mouth and muzzle around her was a delightful feeling and entrancing sound, the subtle slurps and smacks of lips and tongue against her bare, tender flesh, audible over the calming flow of the river. \nHer eyes opened, holding the oar in the water enough to keep them straight. One of the other boats was drifting towards the shore. Velaria’s fingers slipped down to palm one of her heavy testicles, lifting its weight before slipping under it. Beyond it. What was she doing?!\nBetween the crack of her rump, her finger slipped through between her cheeks, lubricated by her sweat soaked fur and pressing against the clenched muscle of her pucker. “What are you…”\nA grin cracked at the corner of Velaria’s mouth as she interrupted her by pushing her finger past it, eyes locked with Bobbi’s, looking for a reaction. \nBobbi was tense, wincing but Velaria eased it in further, slowly while pulling her muzzle off her cock. “It's nice to have someone else inside you, isn't it Bobbi?”\n“I shouldn’t like this but I do.”\nVelaria leaned up to kiss her again, the smell of her own male musk on her breath now, rich and enticing. It was the closest she’d come to tasting herself. The kiss was met with eager hunger, long and passionate until the red-haired vixen broke it. “Pull over. I need you to touch me.”\nBobbi nodded, dipping in the oar and rowing quickly. She was helpless. They crashed ashore and Velaria jumped to her feet, then pulled Bobbi up with her. \n“Get these stupid things off,” she demanded and grabbed a gauntlet with both hands and yanked it away, then the other. Beneath then, she wore leather gloves and Velaria removed them as well, tossing it all in the canoe. With her hands bare, she held them tightly for a long moment, pulling her against her and kissing again. \nJust as Bobbi’s touch began to wander over Velaria’s body, she pulled back, her gaze serious and intense. Arms crossed before she tugged her robe open, exposing her full nudity and those tremendous, white furred breasts quaked at the slightest movement. She tossed the robe over a nearby branch then grabbed Bobbi’s wrists and brought them straight to her chest. Guiding her, she ran her hands over her stiff nipples, their curves too broad to fit her hands around.\n“Let me take off my armor,” Bobbi urged but Velaria shook her head. \n“I don’t want to wait that long.” She backed away from the water, her bare feet sinking into the muddy shore, leading Bobbi with her towards a thick, sturdy tree. When her back hit it, she pulled her into another desperate kiss, before she turned around and lifted her tail. “I need you, Bobbi. Don’t make me wait another second.”\nBobbi had never lost control so thoroughly, helpless to Velaria’s spell. Her self-discipline was never more in danger than when she thought about the Ivory Vixen and with her here and now encouraging her, she was hopelessly out-of-control. If it cost her, her power and position, so be it. She’d never wanted anything so much as this. \nHer view was half-blocked by her own breasts and she hunched over to see. Quite accidentally, she found her muzzle over Velaria’s rump and her instinct took over. What her finger had done to her, she hoped to make her feel. She craved her taste. Without thinking she plunged her tongue on her pucker and Velaria squealed in delight.\nThe musky taste was enthralling but the noises she coaxed from the gorgeous vixen were music. Perhaps this would be enough? If she used her tongue and mouth only, would Ferridor's punishment be less severe? \n“I love it Bobbi but three of those girls have eaten my ass. I want your dick inside me.”\nBobbi nodded against her and her muzzle hung on until she could bring her hips to bear, the eager, drooling head of her cock near enough to her face to smell it. The scent of it overpowered even Velaria’s musk and eagerness, fire to her nose and her mouth opened. \nIf she was going to go this far with Velaria, perhaps she could lick herself first? The temptation had pulled at her for so long. Was that a bigger sin still than sex? At least with sex, she was giving Velaria what she desired. If she was to start masturbating with her own muzzle, would she ever be able to stop?\n“Bobbi! What are you waiting for?!” Velaria was pleading now, reaching back through her legs trying to find it.\n“Sorry!” She shook it off and lined up with Velaria’s swollen sex. It looked so small in comparison to her but every instinct now told her to push. Her willpower was long since sapped away\nStrong hands took a firm grip on her hips before she lurched forward, watching her lover's eager folds spread by the pointed tip of her vulpine erection, slow enough that she could stop if her lover should protest. \nVelaria braced and dipped her head low between arms planted against the tree, a deep, steady groan pushing out of her as Bobbi pushed in. \nIt felt divine, even at just a few inches but she wished she could see her lover’s face and reactions to make sure she was doing it right. “Are you okay?”\n“Don’t hold back, Bobbi. I want the whole thing.”\n“Will it fit?!”\n“I think it will but only one was to find out.”\nBobbi took a small step forward, sinking deeper still until she couldn’t see her cock past her breastplate, then another as her pelvis pressed against Velaria’s rump, her every inch buried inside her. She looked down at her back, thinking how deep she must be, somewhere above the crown of her pelvis and into her abdomen. \nHot, tight testicles mashed to Velaria’s wetness, smearing it over them with a stirring of her hips, a grind that her vixen lover purred from.\n“It’s so big! Just what I like. Fuck me, Bobbi!”\nShe obliged, not sure exactly how Velaria would like that but her instincts made clear what to try first. She began thrusting, rough and deep, pulling back then shoving her towards the tree, making sure her arms remained braced. Was that too much? Everything felt amazing.\n“Harder Bobbi! Fuck me hard! Show me how strong you are!”\nTeeth gritted and she thrust with all her strength, her armor rattling along with the rhythmic slap of her pelvis on Velaria’s ass, over and over. Rough. Fast. All of it seemed to drive her lover mad with delight. For her lifetime of training, she was strong and this was her chance to prove it to the gorgeous vixen she’d pined for, for so long.\nVelaria’s cries swelled until they were explosive and loud, carrying through the night.How far down river had they made it? Who cared. Never had she known such divine pleasure and her lover was sharing in her ecstasy. Exciting tingling started to gather in her loins, her scrotum tightened more, mashed between their bodies. She knew she wanted to finish but wondered if it had been as long as she was supposed to last. \nHer thrusting changed as she felt the swelling along her shaft, the canine knot at the base of her cock starting to inflate like a small fist.\n“I’m going to…”\n“Do it! Cum inside of me!”\nWith one final thrust, her knot pushed past her tightness and her once neglected cock exploded in release, throbbing and gushing until she could feel the clenching of her lover’s insides tightening. She tried to back away to leave more room but her knot had swollen to seal her from the inside, like some perverse cork.\nHer entire body was alight with a completely new kind of pleasure, tingling through her nerves and muscles until they threatened to not respond. She held tight to Velaria’s hips, who was gasping and groaning, then looked back over her shoulder. Her jaw hung open, panting but she gave a crooked smile.\n“That was incredible, Bobbi.”\nShe nodded, the wave of ecstasy subsiding and what came next was an overwhelming tiredness. Was this her punishment? Was Ferridor draining the life from her? Velaria seemed fine.\n“I need to sit.”\nVelaria agreed. “Ok, we should get your armor off though.”\n“Ehhhhh,” she was near fainting and Velaria caught on quickly enough to help her. Attached at the hips, they eased together to the forest floor, to lay on her side. \nMetal plates creaked and rattled but she had never been more tired when she closed her eyes.\nChapter 8\nThere was shaking and weight when she stirred to consciousness. She was alive! Her eyes opened to see daylight through the canopy of the trees, her view tremoring but there was no armor to rattle. The familiar tingle in her loins of waking up erect was there but this time, it was squeezed again inside that divine warmth.\nShe half sat up to find the gorgeous vixen straddling her, sitting on her morning erection! She was riding with her fingers crossed behind her head, massive breasts jostling proud and heavy as she moved. “Good morning. You were so hard, I couldn’t let it go to waste,” She smiled and reached down to grope Bobbi’s own chest. They were bare now. She'd been stripped naked, stripped down with her armor set aside, nearby. \n“What are you…”\nVelaria rolled forward, onto her hands, then her elbows, crushing breast to breast until her muzzle was at Bobbi’s. “Is this not okay?”\nBobbi hesitated then nodded. “No, it’s ok.”\nDraped over her, they melted into a lazy, hungry kiss. “Good. Then good morning. Lay back and enjoy it.”\nVelaria unfolded herself to sit upright and continued to grind her hips. “I couldn’t let you sleep with all that on. That can’t be comfortable.”\nBobbi shook her head. \n“Lucky me to be rescued by you,\" Velaria mused as she panted, rolling her hips rhythmically, looking down over her lover. \"You’re so brave and so beautiful. We kind of look alike, don’t you think?”\nShe gave a chuckle. “I wish I knew how common big breasted, white foxes are.”\nVelaria took her hands and brought them up to her chest, then put hers on Bobbi. “Huge breasted,” she corrected with a proud smile. She rolled her torso and shifted her hips, moving Bobbi inside her. “Lots of the girls in the Abbey talked about you. They like you, just like the boys do. But you should maybe worry more about how common girls are who can take a giant dick like yours.”\n“How many more do I need?”\nVelaria gave a chuckle and a shrug, her heaving breath underlining her speaking. “That’s really up to you. Let’s just enjoy this for now.” A finger moved to Bobbi’s muzzle to quiet her then planted palms on the Paladin's lower stomach and lidded her eyes, easing her body up and down, in small circles, slow and savoring, almost like a dance. Hungry breaths slipped free of a mouth that no longer stayed shut and after some time a whimper escaped. Then another.\nBobbi laid back and watched, transfixed as her vixen lover skillfully pleased herself with torturous patience, while her eager erection throbbed inside her, needing to be tensed often so she didn’t finish too soon.\nWhimpers became moans and moans swelled to louder ones, a creeping but inevitable crescendo of pleasure then she was lost in ecstasy. \nEventually her eyes opened and she fell forward, hands on Bobbi’s shoulders, clenching around her body. The dance was over and her hips jammed back more rough and direct now. Muzzle hung over her muzzle, eyes locked in intensity until Bobbi was ready to burst again. Her own pelvis bucked upwards but Velaria lifted herself, avoiding tying again.\n“Don’t knot. Just cum.”\nBobbi nodded and obliged, another divine release wracking her, this time more familiar and easier for lying down. It passed, leaving her panting and exhausted but this time, she stayed awake.\nAfter a long moment crumpled in her embrace, Velaria stood up, slipping free of Bobbi’s spent erection, letting it flop over her stomach, grazing the bottoms of her breasts. The priestess stretched, touching her toes, with her rump toward Bobbi then reached for the sky, presenting her bare fur to the sun.\nShe turned around with a laugh and a smile. “Well, that was fun. I couldn’t have picked a better Savior.”\nThe weight of it started to catch up with Bobbi. “We broke our vows to Ferridor. Everything we’ve worked for…”\nVelaria snapped her fingers and a globe of bright light appeared in her hand. Magic, channeled from their God. “I told you, I don’t think he cares as much as we’re taught.”\nBobbi watched, confused for a long moment before she tried the spell herself and it happened, just as it always had. Her Light spell was less impressive but that was to be expected. Paladins weren’t as strong in their spellcraft because of all the time spent on other, more martial skills.\n“What now then? Are we supposed to be married or something?”\nVelaria laughed and shook her head. “Bobbi, I just met you. You don’t know anything about me! Why would you want to marry me?”\nBobbi frowned. “I’ve thought about you so much. We can learn about each other.”\nVelaria walked back to sit at Bobbi’s side on the ground. “Is that what you want to do with your life? Be a husband, so you can not feel bad about having sex with me? Is that a life for a Paladin?”\n“I’m not a Paladin yet.”\n“By a few weeks. You don’t have a certificate of graduation but you look like a Paladin to me. Well, at least with the armor on. Without you look like a sex goddess.\"\nBobbi only slumped and Velaria took her hand in her lap. “Bobbi, we’re fugitives now. That’s the thing we should be thinking about what to do next. We need to go very, very far away from here. I’m going back to the family they took me away from and you’re welcome to join me but I think I’m going to lead a pretty boring life. And you heard them: you’re not the only lover in my life.”\nShe shifted and nodded hesitantly. “Tell me what happened, Velaria. They say sex is this enormous sin and yet here we are. But they were going to kill you over it.”\n“Bobbi, some of those girls and boys have had sex. Girls with boys. Girls with girls. Boys with boys. Sometimes technicalities like oral and anal. Sometimes, just plain fucking like we did.”\n“Okay. So what do you do?”\n“I had sex with my brother.”\nBobbi covered her mouth and her stomach turned. “Like by accident?”\n“No. Like on purpose.”\nVelaria watched her for a long moment before she rolled her eyes and stood up to pace. She admitted such a disgusting act, so casually and without remorse and she was annoyed? “You were an orphan, right? So you know what it was like to grow up with no one. Well I grew up adopted. My two sisters, then our beautiful, baby boy brother. Our mother and father were wealthy but mean and their natural children hated us. The four of us only had each other and things happen when you’re that close to someone, and so far from everyone else.”\nBobbi’s brows furrowed, staring at her. “And that justifies... having sex with them?”\n“When you love someone and they love you, your body tells you things. Yes, we knew we weren't supposed to but what's the use in listening to people who don't treat you well? Sex isn't a sin, Bobbi. Hopefully you know that now! It’s the closest connection you can have with a person. That's okay to do with you who I just met but not with someone I love with all my heart, who I've known all my life?”\nVeraria was so casual about it and that made it worse. \n\"There are Ferridor's rules but there are also laws of nature. It's not natural.\"\n\"Do YOU really want to tell me about what people think is natural and not what actually is?\" \nBobbi sighed. \"I don’t know anything about families but I know that's not how it works.\"\n“Is adopting children so you can marry them off for wealth and power, without having to whore out your own flesh and blood, how a family is supposed to work? That’s what my parents did. I don’t think either one of us had the privilege to learn what a family is supposed to be! Maybe that’s as much of a fantasy as you thinking we need to be married and spend our lives together just because you put your dick in me.”\nBobbi was silent for a long moment, losing focus at the forest floor. The spell was broken. “You’re going back to them?”\n“Yes. I am going back to my real family. And I’m going to use all of what they’ve taught me here to rescue my sisters and brother from our adopted parents. Then we’re going to carve out a quiet life somewhere together.”\nShe came back to squat beside Bobbi. “You could join us if you want. My sisters are my identical twins and I bet they’d like you. Hamlin, my brother, might be a little jealous at first but if you let him fuck that beautiful ass of yours, you’d have him wrapped around your finger.”\nBobbi stared off into the woods, giving her head a small shake. “That’s what you’re going to do with your life? Rescue your family and have sex with them again?”\nShe nodded. “Yes. Maybe start a farm. Be a family. Have Hamlin’s kits...\"\n\"You're going to have inbred children? On purpose? That I know is wrong.\"\n\"Do you? Are you an expert in inbreeding?\"\nShe waited and Bobbi gave a small shake of her head.\n\"I’ve done my homework. Yes, things can go wrong but we pass on our traits to our offspring. The traits of my family are superior to any I've ever seen. At least until I met you. Maybe I’m already pregnant from you? That wouldn't be so bad.”\nBobbi blinked and looked back at her, wide-eyed before releasing a heavy sigh.\nVelaria gave a small chuckle. “You know that's a risk when you have sex. Unless you only want to do it in the mouth or the butt.”\n“Well, at least we’re not related.”\nThe ivory vixen laughed. “We could be? But it doesn't matter. It's another lie to control us.” She patted her knee and stood up. \n“See Bobbi? This is why you don’t marry people you just met.”\nThe Paladin sat there, her mind racing to piece everything back together. What the vixen had said gave her chills of disgust but so much of what she’d been taught, she was now rethinking. This thing, she didn't need to change her mind on. The thought of their life together was gone now. Moral or otherwise, the idea of joining a family for a quiet life of farming and inbreeding was not the future she wanted.\nVelaria went to the tree where her robe was hanging and slipped it on, securing it around herself.\n“I thought about this a lot last night. I didn’t expect you would want to come with me and I don’t need you to. I can take care of myself and I will take care of my family. There’s another boat that ran aground a little ways down the river so I’ll take that and you can take ours.”\nBobbi nodded slowly, standing back up.\n“What are you going to do now, fugitive Paladin? Finding other girls who can handle your big dick doesn’t sound like such a bad idea now, does it?” she grinned.\nBobbi chuckled somberly. “It’s not my first priority.”\n“It shouldn’t be. At least, not today. But look, you’re free! You can fuck whoever you want and Ferridor doesn’t care at all.” Arms extended out and she looked to the sky. “Hey Ferridor! Thanks for all the spells. I’m going to use them to save my siblings from our shitty family. Then I’m going to fuck my brother and sisters until we have a whole family of our own.”\nHer attention came back to Bobbi and snapped both fingers, a ball of Light appearing in each hand. “See? He doesn’t care. Maybe all that’s important is that we have good hearts and do the right thing when it counts?” She closed her palms and they disappeared. \n“Bobbi, we don’t even know if Ferridor is real. Yes, we learn these prayers and spells but the Gods don't talk to us. They don’t visit us. He hasn’t proved anything to us. Maybe it comes from the Universe? Maybe it’s some other source of power, and Ferridor is this story someone made up to tell us what to do! Blasphemous, right?”\nThe ivory vixen snapped and another Light globe appeared. “Nobody cares.” \nShe stepped up again, chest to chest, hugging her and bringing her muzzle near, but Bobbi looked away. With a chuckle, she gave a quick kiss on her nose then slipped back to hold her shoulders. “Thanks for rescuing me. You did save me. And whatever you think of me now, I hope you still know it was worth it. You did the right thing last night and sometimes you need to help people you don't agree with. Those people aren’t Paladins or Priests and they’re not heroes. You are.”\nHer hands moved down her arms and she took a step back. “And you can still be a hero and share that gorgeous body of yours with others. It’d be such a waste if you didn’t. I know you liked it. Goodbye Bobbi.”\nShe kissed the air and headed toward the river with a pronounced sway in her hips, which Bobbi couldn’t resist watching. Velaria stopped and looked back with a grin and a shimmy of her rump. “Two more vixens that look just like me. Identical triplets! You’re sure?”\n“I’m sure. Goodbye Velaria.”\nThe ivory vixen nodded with a pursed smile then turned back to the water, walking away. She looked back once more and waved before heading off down the bank, behind one tree, then another until finally she was gone, leaving Bobbi naked and alone. \nA twitch in the groin made her aware of the extra weight and pulled her back into the moment. The view of the vixen leaving had not been lost on her body and her freshly deflowered cock was stiff and ready again. Would she let her have sex once more? Perhaps anally? Should she say something more before she was gone forever? \nFor all of the fantasies of making love to the ivory vixen and having a life with her, it all seemed so silly now. It was impossible not to judge the vixen's desire for her own kin and was sure that was in defiance of more natural laws than those of their religion. Even without the scandal of her relationship with her brother, a quiet life on a farm had never appealed to her. The world was big, people needed help and she'd spent her entire life training to be someone who could help them. \nThe hardest thing about not calling out for Velaria now was that she really wanted to have sex one more time.\nTeeth dug into her lower lip and she said nothing, only waiting for enough time to pass that she was surely gone. The river was loud after the last night's rain and it hid any further sounds of the ivory vixen's departure from her life. \nEnough time passed and she finally got off the ground and went to a fallen tree, next to where her armor was orderly placed and sat back down, with her legs wide then looked down at her erection, so swollen it pressed against her breasts. \nSlick. Pointed. Massive. Incredibly hard. A hot iron of once-forbidden desire, satiated without consequence. Her strong hand took a firm grip of its base, then her other joined it, beginning to stroke, slowly exploring the sensation. But when the shifting sun hit her shining armor she stopped and looked, seeing herself in the polished metal. The curves it has been formed into were broad and distorted, but led her eye to the long scabbard of her wide-bladed, two-handed sword. She unsheathed it and stabbed it into the ground, facing the fallen log, then took her seat in front of her, the blade presenting her reflection, narrow but without distortion. Shuffling, she lined up to it until she could see her face, breasts and cock, then she started to stroke again.\nBobbi watched herself, transfixed as she fulfilled the fantasy and relief of masturbation, finally unburdened from consequences. Velaria was right. She was beautiful and everything beautiful about the ivory vixen, was beautiful about herself. Sharp features, bright eyes, wide hips, huge breasts. They could have been sisters. \nHands moved to her chest, slow and curious, groping them and tugging stiff nipples before she pulled them enough for her erection to slip between them. She hunched her back more, crushing her chest against her thighs until her erection poked free of the top of her cleavage. Her hungry muzzle leaned down to meet it, smelling Velaria’s fresh wetness still on her. With her eyes back on her reflection, she dipped lower, easing her mouth down and closing it around her own cock, its musky taste exciting and electric. \nEvery perverse thought she’d repressed came back like a flood and her spine bowed up and down, fucking her own chest and sealed muzzle, watching her reflection the entire time. A hand slipped down to brush over her sack, once again tight and laden, ready for release. Fingers crept past it and under, finding nerves only Velaria had touched. The crack of her rump was damp with sweat and she pushed further, against her clenched muscle, then further still, burying it in herself, knuckle by knuckle. \nBobbi allowed herself the muffled whimper that wanted to escape. There were no consequences anymore. Finally, she could just enjoy it. Her free hand slapped on her bare breast, groping as power and pleasure flooded to her loins again, then up through her cock. \nThe wave of ecstasy shocked her into opening her muzzle right as her semen erupted, hitting her face and inside her mouth, then spilling out and drooling out into her cleavage. Lips sealed around it, capturing the new and once-forbidden, alkaline taste before the next gush and her cheeks swelled. Over a leaky seal, the surprise of the force of her ejaculation and its curious taste, she managed to swallow most of it. Another came quickly behind, threatening to choke her until she lifted her head away, uncorking a much bigger mess now. \nHeaving and panting, she looked back at her reflection: the same as it had been but now messier. Her repression and hesitation were abandoned and without apparent consequences and warm comfort replaced it all. Her reflection was captivating and she watched herself milk the last of her semen from her throbbing cock until her orgasm trickled off to a drool. She was beautiful and she could finally admit that her own appearance aroused her.\nWith the truth of her acceptance weighing in her mind, she rolled a palm over on her knee. Eyes looked up to the sky and whoever might be behind it, while she caught her breath for a long, nervous moment, before she gazed to her hand and snapped her fingers.\nA small globe of light appeared and stayed there, bold and strong as it had always been. She stared at it until her eyes hurt then closed her hand. \nTime passed, lost in thought. Question after question. What had she been taught that was actually true? What other lies had she internalized? Just because the Abbey was wrong about some things didn’t mean Velaria was right about the rest. In this, it seemed she was and that was liberating enough for now. Maybe she was still a Paladin.\nThe moment eventually caught up to her. Back at the Abbey, a storm of consequences must be brewing and she’d been careless with the time. They would pursue her for certain and she needed to keep her head start. \nThe vixen hurried to the river and splashed the biggest of the mess of her face and body clean, then dried herself with padded underclothes. Dressing herself hastily, then suiting up in her armor, she was ready to go in minutes. She took back her sword, glancing at her reflection once more then sheathing it over her shoulder. \nHer stomach rumbled, a reminder she had no provisions or supplies but she was a resourceful Paladin. She would be fine. \nBobbi pushed the canoe back into the water, wading up to her knees before stepping into it. With clarity but no real direction, she began to row down the river.\nWith the image of Velaria fresh in her mind, she thought then of the sisters she spoke of and the generous endowments they also carried. Her peer, Domantas came to mind then, the male, white fox, hung like she was. She looked down at herself, and the beautiful sensual body she’d been blessed with and imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by others like her.\nPerhaps she would go north…\n\nThe End\n\n"
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