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The jackal and the nun
🕑 Added 2025-12-05 18:15:01 +0000 UTCA commission (with simple shade) for satanic-furry of their jackal OC and a random sheep nun. Hex write stories for each piece they commissions, so go check out their FA page! It's quite fun. I'll add the story they wrote down below too!
March 2012, Ireland
The sky was black; the rain was lashing down with the wind making it fly horizontally. This was the weather that Hex dreaded trudging through.
This journey was over, the church was there, barely in sight through the rain. Hex battled and braved the storm as he took each step, getting closer.
When he burst through the doors, there was no one inside, just an empty stone shell of a building.
After closing the doors to the storm, Fiona emerged from the back of the church to see what all of the commotion was about, she did not expect to see Hex, but she could instantly feel his presence.
“It is not too late. You too can be redeemed.” Fiona told Hex, watching as he walked towards her, drenched.
“The choices do not seem too good where I am standing. Be a wild animal in the hands of a devil or an obedient hound in the hands of a tyrant.” Hex detailed while stripping off, mid walk.
“Then why did you come? Did the demon send you? To tempt me away from my duty.” Fiona questioned, clutching her crucifix
“Yes, you are one of the very few things that your sister actually cares about.” Hex explained as he now stood naked before Fiona
Fiona had to use all of her willpower to resist looking down, now that Hex was naked
“Why do you stand naked before me now?” Fiona questioned, clutching her rosaries tighter, clearly trying to refrain.
“We are both animals in the eyes of all others, no shame in acting the part. I offer you the chance to break free.” Hex proposed.
There was conflict in Fiona’s eyes, conflict she masked as disgust.
“You and my sister may have sold your souls to hedonism and lust, damning yourselves to hell, but I will not follow you.” Fiona boasted with a slight shade of arrogance.
“Again.” Hex refuted, catching Fiona off guard
“Excuse me?” Fiona questioned “You won’t follow us, again.” Hex corrected.
“I have seen the light and atoned for my past.” Fiona defended herself.
“Yes, and they trust you so much that you’re here, all alone in an empty church that only the desperate visit.” Hex pointed out, showing how the past wasn’t really forgotten, only not talked about.
Hex stood before Fiona, placing his hands on her backside as he looked down at her. The look in her eyes, unmistakable, it was desire, desire that had been locked away and beaten mercilessly.
“They don’t trust you. Your loving shepherd would feed you to the wolves to save the rest of his flock.” Hex commented, gazing deep into Fiona’s eyes
“And I… Wouldn’t object.” Fiona replied, trembling over her own words
“Do you really believe those words? Or is it that you want to believe them so desperately, but you cannot?” Hex questioned, seeing Fiona losing the little belief that she held.
Fiona broke away from Hex’s grasp, running away into the back of the church, having to hold back the tears that the truth caused.
Fiona found herself crying alone in the confession booth, she knew that Hex’s words were true, she just didn’t want to believe them. She was a born sinner, they all were, all animals in the house of God.
“Lord, give me the strength to not lose faith.” Fiona begged, alone in silence
“If they cared about you the way you think they do, why did they allow such evil to befall your parents? For you and your sister to live each day in fear? If they really loved you, why did they let any of that happen?” Hex questioned from the other side of the booth
Fiona dried her tears as she looked over at Hex through the grating of the booth
“If I am a blind, disposable sheep, what are you?” Fiona questioned, wanting to know what Hex was trying to preach to her
“I am an animal, wild and free. I know no master and I know no lies.” Hex responded in a questionable rhyme, linking the dualities of them, challenging the notion of freedom and servitude.
“Seeing as you have all of the answers, what do I do?” Fiona questioned, needing guidance in her moment of weakness.
Fiona quickly found Hex in the same side of the booth with her as his hands were all over her
“Sin with me. Show your lord that this sheep will not be so easily sacrificed.” Hex commanded as he groped and stroked Fiona and her body.
Fiona could feel Hex’s hands rising up her dress, she was unsure but did not stop him, only when her underwear was pulled down did she start to have second thoughts.
“No, stop, this isn’t right.” Fiona spoke softly and weakly, but it wasn’t enough, the man had gone and only the animal remained as Hex forced his tongue into Fiona’s mouth.
With his tongue forced into her mouth and his member forced inside of her, Fiona was stuck, she was alone with her thoughts, was there anyone who wanted her for her, anyone who was willing to look past her past and respect her future? The church didn’t, nor did Hex, she now had a choice to make, but which was the lesser of the two evils?
Fiona was being pounded into the back wall of the confessional box, her oath like her body was violated, but unlike her oath which was stone dead, her body was not, in fact it was going to be blooming to life after Hex’s knot sealed them together.
Fiona pushed and struggled, but there was no freeing herself, she was tied to this animal and was to receive his seed, from which she would make a new life, a pure life.
Fiona was sat down by Hex while they were still knotted, her dress pulled up more and her wool parted away from her crotch, all to give her a good view of the knot and its substituent removal.
“A pregnant nun, now that will be an interesting sight.” Hex quipped while watching his cum leaking out of Fiona and messing up her crotch fur.
Long after that stormy autumn night, the winter came and went, followed by the spring, the spring which welcomed the birth of the new and the rebirth of the old.
Fiona was certainly both, for her unmistakable pregnancy was certainly new, but her philosophy and view on life had changed. It was no longer about her, more so about those around her that she could change.
She knew that she was a lost cause, so she dedicated herself to be the light in the darkness for others.
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Very beautiful! I love the details in Fiona and Hex's expression, especially the jackal's look down his prey! And the details of the jackal's hands on the sheep's hips, pulling up the robe! Looove the story!
