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A Lesson in Desecration

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon

Walking along the edge of the Grant State University campus, Naguiba looked at the preachers taking up the main square for the third day in a row. She didn't know how the church had enough money to pay the speaking fees for the university so many days running, but she imagined that a lot of it was coming from donations that they'd never talk about with their parishioners. Most religions were a bunch of hypocrites these days, anyway. Even the ones that had tormented so many throughout history were losing their touch, becoming more and more a tool about money rather than about faith.

She could have understood that part, at least, even if she'd still found them reprehensible as a group. Actions taken under faith had some direction behind them. After all, she had undertaken many actions on behalf of Bast, and she would do many more in the years ahead. The goddess would guide her through that.

They, however, were only doing this to keep pressure on the people that they hated, to get money from those that hated even more than they did. It was nothing more than a show. She had the ears to hear, and she knew the difference.

"Care to tell me why you need me for this again?"

She twitched her head to the left, narrowing her eyes at the bored-looking man at her side. He walked with a casual lope rather than a standard stride, and he looked like one of the students that joined up with certain ethnic-fetishizing clubs, all the way to walking with his hands folded behind his head as if from one of those stupid cartoons.

"Must you?" she asked.

"It makes me look like one of the idiots. I thought the point was to keep from being noticed."

"...I hate agreeing with you, but you aren't wrong."

The students at the college were certainly...difficult. Most of them wouldn't have known a thing about their heritage if it bit them on the nose, and they would have probably tried to hump it or do something fouler with it if it did. She sighed to herself, looking away from Tom and from the preachers on the square, turning her attention to the upcoming intersection.

A church loomed over the corner, relatively new-looking due to a recent remodel. A cross stood over the doorway, and a traditional Christ-figure was nailed to it. It looked more benevolent than the man likely ever had, and she shook her head as she imagined what he would say if he knew what his followers were getting up to.

"You still haven't told me why you need me."

"Because Chip isn't here, and it would take too long to find another feline for this."

"One of those kinds of things, huh?"

"Your father didn't tell you?"

"He doesn't tell me much. I try to keep it that way."

"Hmmph. You have too little pride."

"On the contrary. I have a lot of pride. Pride that I don't need nearly as much therapy as I should."

She rolled her eyes. He was always flippant about these sorts of things, but what did one expect from kitsunes? The Inari-worshipers were never able to take something seriously, never able to pay attention to their heritage the way that they should. Even if they were semi-enemies to her and her faith, they were better than the humans and what they worshiped. She could tolerate them at a push, even if they could be so much better than they actually were.

"So, we're defiling a church, then?" Tom asked.

"Yes."

"And the reason why..."

"Because they've insulted Bast."

"Yeah? I'm pretty sure that they only consider her a myth."

"That's insult enough."

"Riiiiight."

Clearly, he didn't agree, but he didn't have to. As long as he did what she told him, she would be satisfied. Not with his body, she was sure, but with everything else that resulted from their actions.

She knew that she was the greater prize, of course. Naguiba had dedicated her body to Bast as much as she had done with her mind and soul. She was tall, she was willowy, and she embodied all the feline attributes even now in her human self. She could feel the hair, nearly as thick as fur, under her armpits and at her crotch, and her khakis pulled at her leg hair every now and then as a reminder of how long it had been since she shaved. Her hair was long, like a proper mane, and she wore the old symbols in gold from her ears.

It was as good as one could get as a human, and she longed for the moment to shift to her proper form to reflect those values further.

Tom, on the other hand, looked like he didn't care for the traditions in the slightest. No longer hair to imitate the ruff of the fox, no facial hair to imitate whiskers. True, it was difficult for one from his part of the world to grow that properly, but that was no excuse for not trying. Instead, he looked like someone out of one of the cartoons, like one of the western students that she taught going on and on about the 'superiority' of that culture.

In other words, he looked exactly like dozens of other students on the campus, and it meant that he blended right in. A point she was, reluctantly, forced to give him.

They crossed the street and walked up to the front door of the church. Unsurprisingly, it was unlocked. It was the middle of the day, after all, so why wouldn't it be? She stepped inside, half-expecting to feel the heat of another god's ire, but there was nothing.

They don't even bother consecrating the place anymore, she thought. They've really departed from the old days...

Still, it would make it all the easier for what she wanted to do. No need to fight the pain when she was having her fun.

"Lock the door," she said.

"With what?"

"With anything you can find."

"A pew, then?"

"If you must."

She shook her head as Tom made his way to one of the pews and grabbed it from the side. He lifted it up enough to unhook it from the other modular sections, then dragged it back towards the door. Naguiba, on the other hand, started undressing.

Her top came off first, a single piece that was a little more traditional than the average professor would have worn. She dragged it up and over her head, tossing it to the side. Her breasts were uncovered, bras feeling pointless to her, and she reached down and squeezed her breasts slowly. There was little pleasure to be had from the touch, but just being bare in another religion's place of worship gave her a different sense of satisfaction.

Look at me and realize just how much better I am, she thought, looking up at the main stage for the church, at the second cross and the altar before it. Look at what Bast gives her worshipers. By the time I'm done, you'll realize just how much less you are...

The pastors had been relentless. The speakers for the church had harangued the students at the college for nearly eight hours a day for the past three days, all of their speeches filled with vitriol about the 'proper' way to live life, how anyone not practicing their religion was doomed to Hell. She heard them berate those that followed the way of Islam, those that followed Hindu practices, those that went to the shrines of Shinto, and more. They were surprisingly thorough in the number of lifestyles that they condemned.

It wasn't until they reached the point of throwing all the old religions under the bus and calling them nothing but myths that the fury took her, though. She had been willing enough to see some of the other old enemies of Bast be insulted, but once they started pulling the same trick that they always had - burying the old religions under the blanket of 'myths and lies' - she saw red. She'd needed to do something, anything, to remind them that they were wrong.

"Well, I don't think anyone's getting through that," Tom said.

She looked over her shoulder. He'd piled two pews together, forming a triangle of sorts, and then put a third one against the base. It was a surprisingly good solution, making for a difficult shape to push out of the way. Nobody was getting in through the front door, at least.

Of course, once he was done, he turned to look at her, and she saw the tent pop up in his pants almost immediately. She rolled her eyes at the eagerness of the young man, but she supposed that was what she was looking for.

"You may strip."

"May?"

"I assumed you wished a choice."

"Well, thanks so much, Miss Naguiba."

"Professor Qawwi, if you please."

"Well, professor, any chance that you'll be changing soon?"

"Of course. You will soon see my splendor properly."

"Yeah, yeah. Your 'splendor' better not have so much extra hair."

"Are you threatened by this?" Naguiba asked, lifting her arms over her head, black thatches of body hair suddenly visible beneath her arms. She ran her hands down along her sides, then back up, fingers running through the sweat-dampened hair beneath her arms. "It is only natural."

"Yeah, so's bad breath and other gross things."

"You would think that the son of a doctor would be used to this."

"My father's an asshole, and we both know it."

"Yes, but at least he understands the realities of things."

"Just finish stripping and change so I don't have to keep looking at...that."

Naguiba decided that she would not be offended. She stripped out of her khakis - a piece of apparel that she argued with the administration regularly over - and then out of her panties. More body hair was revealed, and she smiled as she ran her hands back up her legs, enjoying the slight bristly feeling as she got back to her feet. The way that everything had grown meant that she was furred in either form. Something of a comfort, really, and the only way that she could tolerate the really long days when transformation was little more than a distant dream.

"Since we're out of class, I don't feel like there's as much risk saying this, but get a razor, woman," Tom said.

"There is still quite a bit of risk there, Tom."

"What are you going to do, fail me?"

"I might."

"Come on..."

"You will have to do your job particularly well, now."

"I can rat you out, too, you know."

"The difference is, I have tenure, and you are merely a student. And I doubt your father will protect you from cops if they're not female."

Tom glared at her, but she knew that she was right. His father was a doctor, and an influential one, at that, but that didn't mean that he would step in to protect his son if he did something particularly stupid. Insulting the local head of the Bastian religion and one of the most powerful weres on campus was one of those things that fell under the heading of 'stupid.'

She stretched her arms overhead, deliberately showing off a little more than she had to, before turning her attention back to the church as a whole. There were quite a few pews between the entrance and the main pulpit, and she knew that most of them would be well-cleaned by the morning staff. She planned on leaving a mess for them to clean, and a smell that would take days to get out completely. If they were lucky, it would be enough to keep the church closed for the rest of the week, skipping a service.

Naguiba grinned, showing every single one of her teeth. It was time to get started.

"You may strip. Transform as you will," she said. "I expect you have your father's stamina?"

"I have enough."

"To cover this whole church?"

"Look, you'd need at least four cats to give you what I'm going to pump out."

"The only advantage that you have, Tom. Do not squander it."

Naguiba stretched her arms out to her side, smiling to herself as she allowed the beast within to wake up. She had put it to sleep for the walk here, knowing that it would be angry as they passed the preachers. Now, it was free to come loose again.

The tingling heat of her fur growing in spread across her chest and back, running up to her shoulders and then further down her limbs. The heat was followed with the actual presence of her fur, the little tingle-itch that always came when the strands were coming out through her flesh. They were like little heated needles, not quite big enough to hurt, but always enough to make her feel each and every one of them. She always felt like it was the sting of her human inferiority leaving her, giving her the pleasure of being in the proper form for a worshiper of Bast.

The tingling ran down her chest, over her breasts. They always grew a little during the transformation, and she reached up to feel them, to fondle them as she felt them pushing out. She growled under her breath, fur covering her throat and slowly turning the throaty growl into something more sultry, more bestial, more threatening all at the same time. She groaned under her breath at the feeling of pleasure that came with it, thumbing her nipples gently as she felt them growing a bit bigger. They wouldn't grow to the size of teats, but they would come pretty damn close.

"Mmmph..."

"Looking good from back here," Tom said.

"Yes? Well, the show's not done yet."

She spread her legs a bit, feeling the fur coming down along her spine, knowing that her tail would follow shortly. There was a bristliness that came at the beginning of the transformation, something that made the fur itch when it rubbed against other parts of her body. It was the one part that wasn't as pleasant, particularly if her thighs were together and the fur down there started rubbing against her pussy. That was a prickly feeling that she was sure that Bast wouldn't wish on her, not directly.

As she stretched and groaned, luxuriating in the transformation, she could feel the muscles flowing under the fur. Corded and powerful, but not the sort that would make her limbs bulge. No, she was not the lion males that grew powerful and thick and tall, not the males that would be built to fight and batter people, but more of a lioness, slender and strong in the way of long hours worked, long days toiled.

As her limbs grew longer to match her growing height, she growled. The fur was spreading up and over her face, and that meant that her muzzle was coming in. She ran her hands up to her cheeks, feeling the slight growth of pink pads along her palms against her face. Her cheeks felt like they were being pulled forward, her lips and nose coming together as the start of a muzzle. The crick-crack that followed was always just a little disconcerting, but it was part of the transformation, and part of her.

Groaning again and again as her teeth sharpened, pricking at her tongue and the edges of her gums, she felt the pulling, sucking, pressure-building sensation that was right at the base of her spine. It was getting longer, and the flesh at the very base of it was starting to bulge out, her tail on the verge of ripping through. She ran her hands down along her back, her fingers curling as her claws grew in, and she pushed the tip of one pointed digit through the flesh.

A brief burst of pain followed an immense sense of relief as her tail came free, growing quickly, assuming flesh as it did. The tip was already thick with fluff, the tufted tail of a proper lion growing in. She flicked it from side to side, feeling the muscles and curves going down to her ass and filling it in as much as the rest of her body.

With her ears slowly rolling up the sides of her head and her upper body almost completely transformed, the fur ran down her legs, turning the body hair into proper fur. She ran her fingers through it, savoring the sensation of it being right, of it having the proper shape and feel and texture to it rather than the imitation that she had to deal with most of the time. The feeling of her fur splitting between her fingers, having to work to get down to her skin, was just the best.

As the fur reached her ankles, the transformation surged ahead. The ball of her foot and her toes started fattening, and her foot raised from the ground at the arch. Slowly, bit by bit, her ankle rose and pushed back, thinning out as she gained the proper shape down there. Being barefoot was nothing compared to having proper paws.

She stretched out her legs, one by one working out the kinks in her muscles that had been left behind. Two of her toes melted together, taking her from five digits to four, and she groaned as she settled with a new center of gravity.

As she got comfortable, she flicked her tail from side to side, feeling the slight heat that was already burning between her legs. It was hardly the heat of being in season, but it was still present, a little reminder of the glories of being a feline. A proper werecat. A werelion, for that matter.

Flexing her claws and admiring the black points, Naguiba finally let out a sigh of happiness. It was so much better to be out of that human form. No more weakness, no more holding back the truth of her dedication. This was all her. This was the gift of Bast, and why worship of the cat goddess was so very worth it. Bast gave gifts, while the other gods of this modern world were only there to give promises.

"So much better," she muttered.

"Definitely more even on the fur than the hair," Tom said.

"Will you stop talking about that?"

"It's stupid."

"It's my religion."

"Are we really gonna start justifying this on religions grounds? That's what they're doing, remember?"

"They're wrong. I'm right."

"Says the zealot."

If I didn't need a male for this...

Technically, she didn't. She could have gone around the church, marking every pew, grinding her pussy and her ass on every floor, but it would have taken far longer, and the scent would lack the punch that both of them doing it would have. She wanted to make sure that she taught this church a lesson and that meant bringing a male along for the ride. She just wished, not for the first time, that it was someone other than Tom.

Turning on her toes, she saw that he was most of the way through his transformation. He had already lost most of his humanity, that narrow fox muzzle poking out of his face and his ears rising up to the top of his head. His hands had gone furry, with claws at the tips of his fingers, and it was clear that he was growling through new teeth. He was rising up, too, rising on new paws rather than feet, and -

Pop-rip!

That was the first tail, and three more followed, the four of them soon waving behind him. He had red fur rather than the white and black of his father, and she had to admit, it was something of an upgrade. Katashi had always had a little too much pride in his unique coloration, in her opinion. The standard colors were better for humility, something that the Inari-worshipers never seemed to learn.

As he leaned back against the wall, his cock slowly appeared, popping up from between his legs, a tube of flesh slowly wrapping around the base and encouraging the transformation down below. The pale-ish rod started turning red, then crimson, throbbing with all the ferocity of a beast, and a knot briefly appeared outside of the sheath before it was sucked back down inside. She chuckled to herself as his balls swelled, leaning against one of the pews as she waited for his transformation to complete.

"What's so funny?" he grunted.

"Just amusing. All of this, and the only standout part of you is between your legs."

"Hmmph. Better than what the cats do."

"Barbs are a superior pleasure to knots."

"You want to bet?"

"I'm sure that you'll try to prove yourself. I'm just letting you know that you will fail."

"We'll see how much you're begging for them later."

"Tom. I never beg."

"...Yeah, you know, you're right about that."

Of course she was. She was a professor. Her students did what she told them to, and if anything, they were the ones that begged for her. That was how it went, and that was how it would always go.

The werelioness walked down the central aisle of the church, looking up and down the pews. She was already planning how she wanted to do this, going from the different seats to the pulpit. On her back there, straddling a cock there, teasing him with a blowjob there: there was quite a list of different positions to get through, and she had only a few hours in which to do it. That said, she was pretty sure that she could get through them all, if they didn't waste time.

She walked right up to the altar and the pulpit. The baptismal tub was there, and she imagined that it might be enjoyable to fill that with a great deal of kitsune juices, but she was relatively certain that was going to be pushing their luck. Perhaps another day, if the church didn't learn their lesson.

She walked back down the aisle, by which point Tom had finished his transformation. The four-tailed kitsune stroked his cock a few times, then pulled his hand back. Naguiba chuckled.

"Afraid that you'll cum too soon?"

"More afraid you'll punish me if I do."

"Ah, so now you respect me."

"Don't push it."

"I'll take fear over respect, anyway."

She strutted right up to him and grabbed him by the balls, no mean feat when one considered what a kitsune had hanging between their legs. Dragging him forward with a grunt and a growl, she pulled him to the first of the pews, then pulled herself onto it. Spreading her legs and lifting her tail, she let him get a good view of her holes. He started to grab for her ass, only for her to pull down on his sac again.

"Ah ah."

"Mmmph...I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"I do. My way."

"I'm guessing that means no anal."

"Not this time."

"Hmmph."

"Now. Here." She pulled him forward, letting the tip of his cock rest against her pussy. It was hot enough that she could feel him against her, and the lioness smirked to herself. Oh, he was eager, alright. He might not have been interested in the cause, but he was more than willing to give her a pounding. "Thrust, and keep going until I tell you to stop."

The first thrust was just what she was expecting, a piercing pleasure that was possible due to the tapered tip of that cock. It went deep and hard right from the start, and the lioness purred softly. It was barely more than a soft growl, something that she doubted that Tom could actually hear as he started hammering away. It was not, by any means, a way of approving of the kitsune, but rather just a reaction to the pleasure that he brought her.

In, out, in, out, and soon their juices started flowing. She could feel his heated pre-cum sliding in, and she pushed back to make sure that each thrust squelched it back out of her, making it run along with her pussy juice to the cushions and seats beneath her. The raw smell of raunchy sex was already strong between the pair of them, and she planned to make it stronger still.

She dragged him along as he humped, slowly crawling forward and pulling him with her. He climbed onto the pew behind her, kneeling on the cushions as she crawled forward. Inch by inch, she led them across the pew, huffing occasionally when he managed a deeper than usual thrust, dripping all the way.

The kitsune grumbled in frustration behind her, shaking his head.

"I thought we...we were going to fuck."

"Is this not fucking?"

"It's not very good fucking."

"Are you saying that I'm not satisfactory?"

"You'd be better if you stopped moving."

She rolled her eyes. He was picky, of course, but what kitsune wasn't? She kept crawling regardless, making her way to the end of the pew. Standing up was a little trickier, but Tom 'helped' with a hard thrust that pushed his half-formed knot into her. She clenched hard, and he yelped.

"What the fuck?!"

"Just keeping it all in. No need to waste."

Naguiba was hiding her own pleasure at what they were doing. Not much of it was coming from the kitsune, of course - at least, not that she would ever let him know - but the pleasure of defiling a place of worship like this was all too real. Knowing that she was making it impossible for them to use for at least a few days, knowing that it was being marked as a place of Bast rather than a place of Christ, was getting her heated beyond her normal limits.

Dragging her student along, she got down on all fours again, only for him to flip her over at the last second. She gasped as she was pinned on her back, her legs in the air as he popped his knot free. The second gasp that left her lips as he pulled out like that, leaving her empty and stretched, was more intense than she expected.

I suppose the knots are good for something...

"You think that I can only go once, hmm?"

"I don't want to risk losing your potent loads."

"Let me show you what a kitsune can do."

He rammed in again, and the lioness gasped as she was knot-fucked. The base of his cock was swelling bigger and bigger each time that he slammed down into her, and the werelioness groaned and gasped, the sounds forced from her lips every time that he popped it in and yanked it back out. Despite herself, despite the sheer size of the whole thing, she was starting to get into it, something that she had never quite intended.

Huffing and puffing, she tried to speed it up, but Tom was going too fast for her to get a handle on the situation. He was hammering at her, ramming into her, that knot so thick and hard and firm that it was grinding on her clit every time that he slammed in. The damn Inari-worshiper was fucking her like she was one of the geisha girls out of the past. She growled under her breath, but the sound kept getting interrupted by short moans of pleasure.

In, out, in, out that knot went, the loose, sloppy pop sounds of the knot slamming in and yanking out getting messier and lewder with each passing second. She groaned under her breath, her toes occasionally curling in unwanted pleasure as she glared at the ceiling. Every thrust was pushing her closer and closer until -

POP!

That last thrust had the knot at its biggest yet, and she moaned out loud as she came from it. The sheer size was so different to the feeling of the barbs, and while she wasn't sure if it was better, it was definitely a competitor.

To his credit, as she came, Tom managed to hold back. He was huffing and red in the face, but he didn't cum after that final knotting. She panted for breath, shaking her head as she looked down at the place where they met, hips locked together.

"Impressive...how did you -"

"Little medical trick my dad taught me. Fucking hurts, though."

"Hmm...now isn't that interesting...Let's do that a few more times."

"What?!"

"And wipe your cock off on the curtains. I'm not wasting those juices."

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They marked the entire church. Every pew was marked with her sliding her pussy over the cushions and him jerking off over them. They walked up and down the aisles, rubbing each other. She leaned in, licking his knot and milking his pre-cum over the bibles and hymnals behind the seats, every single bit of the church marked in some way or other.

If they had been human, then this would have been a horrible idea. However, as they were weres, it meant that their DNA would be impossible to track. They were as good as a random lion and random fox in the church. Nobody would know where to start, let alone how to finish.

By the time that they reached the altar and the cross with a Christ figure on it, Tom was all but begging to cum. He had stopped himself from blowing his load no less than six times, and his balls looked like they were due to explode. Naguiba, rather loving the power that she held over him for this, smiled as she laid over the altar, spreading her legs and showing off her sex, running her hands down over it and spreading it wide. Tom groaned, his knot looking bloated and veiny, and he took a step forward -

"Ah ah. Not inside me. On me."

"You bitch."

"I want this place marked. Blasted. Obliterated in your seed. And that means that you shoot it over me."

"Mmmph...I hate you...so much."

"I know. Now. Give me what I want."

She put on a show, gripping her breasts with one hand and rubbing herself with the other. Tom grabbed at his knot, gave himself a stroke, then another, and another. Pre-cum started bubbling up from his shaft, followed by a jet of it, a string of clear pre-cum that went across the altar. Half of it landed on her, a bit on the feet of the hanging Christ, but she needed more. She flicked her tail across his balls gently -

"Nnnngh!"

And that was all that he needed. The sudden explosion went off like a bomb, hitting her face and nearly knocking her off of the altar. She sputtered through it, half-drowning in the second shot. The third went up, squirting so hard that she could hear it hitting the wood, almost sounding like a high-pressure water blaster in the process. The stink of fox-cum was powerfully strong, almost overwhelming the scent of her own juices.

Almost.

As she was doused in one massive wave of fox-cum after another, she rubbed at herself, keeping up the river between her legs. The thick, slimy mess sunk into the altar, running down it like the blood of a sacrificial victim. She grinned as she imagined the pastors coming back to their church and seeing the mess that they had left behind.

From now on, this place would be, on some level at least, consecrated to Bast. It would be marked as theirs.

By the time Tom finished, she was white-furred rather than yellow, and she left a briefly-surviving clear spot on the altar when she peeled herself free. The mess had soaked in completely, and she chuckled to herself.

"Very well done. I believe I'll give you an A for the quarter," she said.

"Mmmmph..."

"Now, come on. Let's get out of here before anyone notices."

They grabbed their clothes and hurried out the back door. She would need a long shower after this, but it had been worth it.

The End

Summary: A pair of weres decide to desecrate a church. Prepare for some hyper hijinks and transformation.

Tags: M/F, transformation, werelion, kitsune, ball growth, edging, vaginal, knot, knot fucking, orgasm, cum, scent, musk, marking, hyper orgasm, sacrilege, blasphemy,