The morning sun broke over the horizon of the Skyshadow Mountains. It was a cold, crisp morning in Alternia - as they tended to be - but at least it wasn't raining. The mist that rolled over the ground spoke of damp air, but the smoke climbed high from the campfire, speaking of fine weather later. Kellrawn rolled out of her tent with the sleep-ridden eyes of someone who didn't get her requisite eight hours. The clanking sound of machinery - indicating /why/ those eight hours weren't quite properly acquired - echoed through the tent as she shambled along out into the morning light. Moving on her knees towards the fire - and the blessed, blessed pot of coffee that it would shelter - the bobcat woman rubbed sleep from her eyes with slightly grimy hands. One of her large hands fumbled before her in the slightly white light of morning for the coffee pot, and wrapped itself around the stand on which the pot usually hung.

A moment of fumbling later, and there was still no coffee pot in Kellrawn's hand. Disgruntled, she blinked her eyes a few time and glared around - hang on, blue light of morning?

Leah, - also known as the /other/ cleric - clad from head to toe in her white church robes, bent over to bring her face closer to Kellrawn's. The sought-after pot of coffee rested in one of her dainty hands, the other hand wrapped firmly around her long, white wooden staff.

"Good morning, heretic!"

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REPENT, EVILDOER!

A work of Furbidden Realms fiction.

Pretentious preamble to the smut by Talen Lee

Rest of it by Talen Lee.

Gratuitous Smut proofreading by people who don't want to be named.

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Kellrawn groaned as she pulled herself to her feet. Leah, for her part, went from being bent at the middle, looking down at a vile heretic and lawbreaker, to being bent in the opposite direction, still at the middle, looking up at the same vile heretic. Her determined expression of good-natured well-meaningfulness did not shift in the slightest, even while she continued to outline exactly /why/ Kellrawn was going to go to hell. Kellrawn, while still suffering the dulled perceptions of the bad sleeper, was also blissfully suffering the dulled perceptions of the bad sleeper, and therefore only half-heard the young canine's vigorous imprecations. However, it seemed that Leah was content to continue rattling off reasons as long as Kellrawn ignored her, so it seemed the only course of action was to, in fact, pay attention.

Damnit.

"-Furthermore, you do know every fourth day is a sacrosanct day of hallowed retribution, whereupon one should bring meet to /every/ person who has earned your ill will the seven stages of forgiveness -"

Did she even breathe while she was doing that?

Kellrawn made a grab for the coffee while half-paying attention to Leah's words.

"-While the eighth, unwritten, step is to further the goals and aims and - by the way, you /do/ realise you're not wearing your chest wrap or jacket, don't you? It's quite a scandalous display and, oh, I don't know, I'd never -"

Kellrawn glanced down at her bare chest, and reality filtered through the haze of morningness. She leaned forward and glances down at her feet, realising she was still wearing just her breeches. A heavy sigh escaped the bobcat's lips as she reached out and put her hand on Leah's head, holding her still as her other hand lashed out and made a successful bid at the Holy Censer of caffeine.

"- I mean, Scelt roaming around with his top off, and Rain spending most of her time in the altogether whenever she can it's positively shameful, haven't they come to realise the comforting, chaste air that a wonderful neck-to-knee style dress-and-bodice arrangement can manage for one's-"

Armed with coffee, the bobcat roughly shoved the young canine aside and returned to her den to arm herself against the day.

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Blessed caffeine set Kellrawn's thoughts in motion, back in her tent, after she'd cleared some space amongst the collection of cantankerous gears and pistons. It'd been this way for about eight sextets now. There'd been an... unpleasantness... with the Archdomen. They'd been in the holy capital, which was, of course, a big deal for the two clerics of the White Staff. And then there'd been the issue about the yearly executions.

That'd never sat right with Kellrawn. And... well... she'd said so.

She surveyed the hairline crack in one of the gears, tapping it absently against another one which had simply been shorn clean by the tension in the original design. She shrugged and started scooping up the pieces and dumping them in her duffel bag, hoping to find the rest of her clothes while she cleaned up, knowing that Scelt would want to keep the group moving on to Port Yendis, and that it'd make things easier if she packed quickly.

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It wasn't until the next afternoon that Leah had a chance to corner Kellrawn again. Ever since she found out that she was upsetting Kyse, the cleric had been well-meaning enough to at least limit her berating of her supposedly fallen sister in the cloth to times when they were in private. Unfortunately, that time was when Kellrawn went down to the riverside for a bath.

Kellrawn leaned back, drawing in a deep breath as she felt the current flowing over her body. It was nice, and she could understand why Pheille took hours at a time bathing. Though he rarely took soap with him, thinking it generally unecessary. Kellrawn was surrounded by eddies of dying bubbles, having already rinsed herself clean, and was taking a moment to let a long two days' walk wear out of her body.

She was sure Den was going to work out her stress some other way - and that was going to keep Pheille tied up for the rest of the night. Scelt was doing what he could to help keep Kyse comfortable on this particular leg of the journey - probably by playing games with the boy. Billy and Angora, for their part, had already had their baths, and were probably at this moment trying to provoke Rain into something. Which meant that shadow falling overhead from behind...

"Hello, heretic!"

Kellrawn leaned back and looked up - not incidentally looking up Leah's robes. "Oh, /pilus/." The bobcat grumbled, rubbing her neck as she felt a whole new form of tension building up. Why were the well-meaning ones so dumb?

Leah gave a smile - segues like that didn't happen every day. "Funny you should mention him, because he's been somewhat on my mind of late. Did you know-" Leah began, even as she fiddled with removing her robes and headdress. Kellrawn let her mind wander as Leah disrobed, letting her eyes roam over the other girl's backside and legs. Maybe it was the high-heeled boots, but for a short girl, Leah certainly had legs that you could get lost on.

But then, there was the not-shutting-up part.

Leah sat at the edge of the water, dressed in a pair of white undershorts and her bra, and, still holding the white staff of the church, offered a cheery smile to Kellrawn. "Am I boring you?"

Kellrawn blinked, but answered honestly. "Yes. Very much so."

"Oh. In that case, I can simplify things."

"Please do. No need to use fifteen words when one will do."

Leah mused over this tidbit of knowledge for a moment, then offered Kellrawn a brilliant smile. "You're right!" With that, she raised the staff and bopped the bobcat over the head with it.

"Ow!" Kellrawn grunted; it didn't hurt per se - Leah wasn't nearly as strong as the cat was tough. But it was still annoying. "What the hell?"

Leah cocked her head to one side, locks of her hair falling over one shoulder, her expression one of cheerful, honest, overwhelmingly /helpful/ good intentions. "Repent!"

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So it began. Leah now had a simple meme that she could use to make it clear to Kellrawn that she wasn't happy with the state of the cleric's soul. And it was far less long-winded, and could even be slotted in to any minorly private moment.

When Kellrawn got coffee in the morning, before anyone else had woken up? White rod over the back of the ear with the cry of "Repent!"

When Kellrawn checked her boots down by the waterside, away from the breakfast fire? A clip on the shoulder with a length of white wood, and that same call. "Repent!"

Scouting ahead of the party, Kellrawn would come back, only to be greeted by Leah, running ahead of the party, stick in hand - and receive a ringing rap across her forearm, with that damnable expression. "Repent!"

Kellrawn was a patient woman, by and large. She had the mentality of an engineer, in that she swore at and broke objects, rather than people. But there were limits, and Leah was merrily loping towards them with all the well-intentioned idiocy she could apparently muster.

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The final straw - or stick, if one would - came a mere day from Port Yendis. Camp was broken - Scelt wanted the group to arrive at Port Yendis in the morning, to accelerate through customs and not wait in a long line of merchants doing day trading. The sun was setting, and Den and Pheille were curled up on the side of a hillock watching the sky burn with colour. Kellrawn, for her part, simply set up her tent, and tipped out a large number of metal objects that went a variety of sounds from "Whizz" to "Clunk". And occasionally, some shearing sound that probably wasn't healthy.

Kellrawn was deep in thought, analysing exactly how heat has affected the malleability of a pair of gears - why were they made of such soft metal when they were going to be constantly exposed to heat? - when the flap of her tent opened. Given the party's general laid-back structure, it was only ever going to be Kyse, delivering a message, or Scelt, when the issue was so important that he didn't want anyone else to hear it.

Leah leaned in, smiling beautifically, and the long head of her staff moved in through the flap of the tent. "Repent!" She cheerily chirped, and brought the head of the stick down on Kellrawn's...

Palm.

Kellrawn glared down the length of white wood at the young girl and with a colossal yank dragged her bodily into the tent. One hand roughly grabbed the front of Leah's robe, as the other held the staff in its midsection, and snapped it in twain. Kellrawn's expression was thunderous as she dragged Leah's face to within an inch of her own. Each word was its own growled testament to pain. If intent had mass, the sentence alone would have distorted gravity.

"What... Did... You... Say?" Kellrawn demanded.

Leah licked her lips, sensing herself at a crossroads. Here was where the mettle of her faith would be truly put to the test. Here, she could show compassion, or valor... and so...

"Repent!" She chirped once more.

... She opted for stupidity instead.

Kellrawn twisted her hand in the front of Leah's robe, and with another yank, drew the girl into her lap, spreading her own legs to force a knee between Leah's. "You, young girl, have a LOT to learn about when to SHUT UP." Kellrawn grated as she flipped up the back skirt of Leah's robes. With her legs spread by Kellrawn's knee, Leah had no real recourse as she was bent over but to squawk helplessly - "Let me go!"

Holding two halves of Leah's staff in one hand, Kellrawn demonstrated a lot more deftness than one would expect as she grabbed the back of Leah's pants and pulled them down to her upper thighs in one quick motion - only to be confronted with a pair of boringly plain white undergarments.

"Good grief," Kellrawn mused, as she tucked the lower half of Leah's staff into her belt. "I assume all the other pairs were in the wash or somethin'? Or are we angling for /really/ wholesome?"

Leah bucked and squirmed as Kellrawn rested her elbow between her shoulderblades. Maybe now, Leah was suddenly realising the gravity of her circumstance. With a panicked note in her voice, Leah blurted out, "What are you talking about? I'd never- I wear perfectly-"

Kellrawn took the back of the girl's panties in her hand and tugged upwards, giving a momentary start of pain to the younger cleric, also exposing more of her bottom. "You know, you've got a lot of nerve to be lecturing me so endlessly on what's right and wrong - at least I've seen what I'm talking about." Kellrawn's voice was measured, controlled. She was ticked. She was even angry. Hell, she was outright pissed off. But she also wasn't going to go overboard here.

"Wh-what would you know, si-sinner?!" Leah blurted out over her shoulder, trying to squirm out of Kellrawn's iron grip.

Okay, maybe a little overboard.

With Leah firmly ensconsed over her knee and under her arm, Kellrawn tested the weight on the top half of Leah's ex-staff. Looking down its length, Kellrawn squeezed with her elbow, applying just a little extra pressure, as she raised her knee up and rested the cool, polished wood against Leah's backside. "First things first, Leah," Kellrawn began. Then, before finishing her sentence - to serve as punctuation, down came the makeshift paddle on Leah's backside with a ringing swat.

Leah's reaction was admirable. She didn't so much as squeak. Though, Kellrawn reckoned, that'd probably have more to do with abject shock than anything else. However, the affect on the girl's rear was clear and immediate, reddening clearly as Kellrawn lined up a second blow.

"I have a /name/. And you know what it is. So say it."

Down came the hand again, the paddle provoking a squeak of distress this time. Kellrawn watched Leah's back, waiting for her to inhale as she drew back the paddle, then, once the girl was about to take her breath, brought the weapon down with another stinging slap - but the reaction was far more obvious, having caught her out. The squeal of pain was distinct, and with it, Leah's body reacted; she kicked her legs out and bucked, squirming against the implement as she spluttered. "S-stop it!" She blurted out, trying to work out from Kellrawn's iron grip. "Donnn't!" Her voice became a whine as Kellrawn raised the tool again, bringing it down to punctuate the end of Leah's implorings.

"Say. My. Name." Kellrawn intoned, her manner inexorable. She didn't wait for a response or give a chance to be reasoned with. She simply raised her hand again, paused for the faintest second to ensure Leah wouldn't have an easy rhythm to guess, and once more, there was a ringing smack as Kellrawn paddled the girl soundly. "Say it!" Kellrawn spoke louder, drawing back for another strike.

Leah attempted to squirm forward, but as she did so, Kellrawn simply lifted her knee - presenting the girl's backside for an even sharper angle for paddling. As Kellrawn drew back the staff, she heard a choked sob and Leah spoke, a lump clearly in her throat. "K-Kellrawn..." she murmured, hesitantly - then yelped in pain, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks as Kellrawn spanked her soundly once more. "Kellrawn!" Leah cried, then drew in a ragged breath as she continued. "Your name is Kellrawn!"

"Is it Heretic?" Another sharp blow.

"Ah! No! No, it's Kellrawn!"

"Is it Sinner?" Blow after blow made red, swollen marks on Leah's posterior, the stylised woodwork beginning to leave a pattern on the cleric's mostly-bare behind.

"No! No, no, no! It's Kellrawn!" Leah responded, her voice choked up by tears.

"And what are you going to call me?!" Kellrawn demanded, her voice thunderous as she drew back the paddle once more.

"Mistress!"

You could have heard a pin drop.

Kellrawn rested her makeshift paddle against the girl's rear, digesting this new piece of information. After a moment, she chuckled and shook her head, sighing as she set the implement to the side. "I /see/..." She chuckled. "/That's/ how things are." She leaned back, resting her hand on Leah's backside. This time, however, the hand was open, her fingers spread. The girl was sensitive enough - thanks to a sufficent bottom-reddening - right now without further stimulation, and Kellrawn nodded sagely as she heard Leah's whimper. "Well now... if you're going to show some proper respect, I guess a reward's in order." Kellrawn chuckled, her voice low and warm as she ran her hand over Leah's plain white underwear.

Leah's only response was to gasp for air. Then, Kellrawn took her underwear by the top and slowly slid it down, exposing the girl's presently-pink posterior to the evening air. "Nh! D-don't?" Leah cried, her tone almost inquisitive.

Kellrawn twisted in her seat, looking down at Leah, raising an eyebrow. Then, she planted a single, hard spank against the girl's now-completely-bare rump in response. "Trying to give me orders now, Leah?" She chuckled, and rested both hands on her backside, giving Leah a reasonable grope. "You know, you act pretty chaste." She chuckled. "And yet, here we are - and if I don't miss my guess..." Kellrawn slid her hand lower, running her fingers over the other girl's sex, feeling a familiar moist, sticky sensation. "Ah-huh. I tell you off and spank your arse, and here you are, horny as hell."

Leah gasped at the probing fingers; her hands balled up against Kellrawn's legs as she attempted to gather her wits. "Nh! I'm... I'm, I'm not!"

Kellrawn slid a pair of fingers into the girl, testing her as she brought her other hand around to rub the top of the girl's warm thighs. "Well, evidence seems to disagree with you." Kellrawn mocked as she slid her fingers into Leah's slick, wet passage, crooking them as she went. Her fingertips were exploring her options as to what got Leah off - aside from, it seemed, a disciplinary spanking.

Suddenly, Leah's arms straightened and she fairly howled as Kellrawn's fingers plyed sensitive flesh, gasping for air suddenly. "Oh-hoh!" Laughed Kellrawn, now sawing her fingers back and forth over that point. "I see we've found something /else/ that our chaste little cleric quite likes, haven't we?"

"Nh! No! S-stop!" groaned Leah - but her heart wasn't in the protest, it was clear. Even as she begged to be freed, she wiggled her hips back, trying to draw Kellrawn's hand into her deeper. Even as she did that, however, Kellrawn's other hand cupped the front of her sex, rubbing furred fingers back and forth teasingly across the girl's exposed bud. Those feeble attempts at escape slowed, then stopped, as with a yelp of pleasure, Leah felt Kellrawn touching her most intimate places.

"See, now... this is the kind of treatment you can expect if you /behave/... " Kellrawn mused as she began to stimulate Leah's clit more directly. The fingers in her sex parted company, the brawnier woman chuckling at Leah's disappointed groan. Then, Kellrawn raised the smooth, polished end of Leah's staff to the girl's netherlips, and began to slowly work it up and down along the line of her sex, moistening it, before working it into Leah's sex. It was easily more than the girl was going to handle - but Kellrawn knew that the first two inches were the important bit.

Leah's long, low moan filled the tent as she was penetrated. Kellrawn kept stimulating the girl's sex as she held her, pinned over her knee by her shoulder as she let a cocky grin split her face. Picking up the pace with each hand, Kellrawn licked her lips. Leah really /was/ a lot cuter when she wasn't being a premptorious little brat - and she had such a nice bum.

Though perhaps, Kellrawn mused, there was a reason she was finding said bum so appealing right now.

Leah's cries grew more urgent, arching her back as she drew ragged breaths, the clear signs of an impending orgasm. She arched her back as Kellrawn pistoned her wrist, speeding her motions with every stroke - and gave a buck of her knee, shifting the angle suddenly, the length of rod gliding into the girl - one half of the white wood conspicuously darker - at a new angle, pressing against her sensitive places inside. Kellrawn wordlessly grinned as Leah's breath suddenly stopped...

Then torrented out, the girl's hands going from balled-up fists to grasping, clawing at Kellrawn's upper thigh, her moans rising to a peak as she came in a rush, her sex clamping down on the length of wood inside her, her hips bucking and quivering, making that pert little rear tremble oh-so-attractively.

--

The morning sun broke over the horizon of the Yendis reaches. It was a cold, crisp morning in Alternia - as they tended to be - but at least it wasn't raining. Kellrawn was already awake, out on a log by the fire, already dressed as the early risers of the party began to filter out of their tents. The first to actually approach the fire after Kellrawn was Pheille, who took his seat and glanced over at the brawny bobcat.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" He inquired. Kellrawn chuckled. It wouldn't be the first time she was awake when everyone else woke up due to staying up, though she usually was working on machinery when that happened. Across her lap lay both parts of Leah's broken staff, the snap in the middle surprisingly clean.

"Yes... not for want of trying, though." Kellrawn murmured cryptically. Raising one hand, she bit her lower lip. How /did/ this work again? Ah... yes... Like that. Kellrawn raised her arms over the fire, the flames not touching nor consuming her, and blue energy flowed down her hands as she held the two sections of the staff together.

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Leah woke up in her own tent, her clothing arrayed around her. What an astounding dream she'd just had... She'd been... accosted! And ravished! What a... an... How shocking! With a tenative hand she shifted her weight, rolling over and sitting up in bed...

And then rolled /right/ back over as she realised why she'd slept on her stomach.

Nursing her aching posterior, Leah pulled herself to her hands and knees, fumbling around as she did so. Had she really been paddled, with her own broken staff? Or was this... was it a premonition, sent by the Great One? Looking up at the roof of her tent, Leah drew a trembling breath and bit her lower lip... before the rest of the night's 'dream' unfolded in her memory. Of being bent over, spanked, then... molested and ravished and...

Leah tentatively put a hand down to nurse her backside, then felt the warmth of her own sex, a blush colouring her cheeks as she licked her lips and felt a shiver run over her body. Maybe Kellrawn /really had/... She looked down, embarassed to even think what was making itself apparent - when her eyes espied her staff.

Whole, and intact.

Well, that answered that. Leah took a deep breath, composed herself, and grabbed the staff in both hands. It seems that she was simply being given direction as to what /might/ happen. If she pursued her righteous course incorrectly. Of course. It would be a trial that she would /have/ to endure! She also noticed she didn't seem to have any underwear in the tent. Hm. Maybe Rain or Billy would have some could borrow.

Gripping her staff, Leah drew a deep breath as she steeled herself for a long day of trying to steer the course of her poor, misguided sister.

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