TekOS 3.1 Simulation Experience started. Loading Simulation . . . Warning: This is still in beta. Please report errors to ikari@teksunestudio.com - - - It is said even in the current world we live in that there are still fursons untouched by civilization. These tribes were known for strange rituals, a deeply ingrained hate of any technology and definitely no outsiders allowed. Ever. It is here our story begins. Today, you as the dear viewer is going to follow a special bunny chosen at random from one of these tribes. Within this simulation you will get to walk and touch and speak just like one of them. Indeed, it will feel you are in fact the bunny. And without further ado, Teksune Studio presents the ancient tribe of The Followers of Oura. - - - You wake up with a start. You sit up, your ears flitting this way and that. You just had a strange dream, the very goddess herself walking through your dreams, granting good boys and girls a wonderful fantasy when they lay their head down for a brief respite from the day. You felt like you should have been up hours ago and you rise up from your bed and head over to the local stream to wash up. Looking into your reflection you have you grin. A bone was pierced across the width of your left ear, made by a cute boy who wanted to curry your favor. You were the Acolyte of Oura after all, and anyone who wanted to ask the Goddess something had to go through you. Contrary to other Acolytes before yourself, you didn't like the fancy clothing and big flowing dresses. You preferred to design your own clothing, spinning some cloth from the wool of the blessed sheep, then dying it a light green by pounding some of the discarded bits of the medicine leaves down into a fine powder and soaking the clothing in it. It also seems to heal minor wounds when worn too! The freen almost perfectly matched the shade your eyes too. Lastly, you proudly wore on your chest a necklace with the symbol of Oura, marking you as the Acolyte of Oura. The time had finally come for you receive the mark of Oura nad to go through the Ceremony of Bonding, to officially recognize you no longer as as just the Acolyte, no, you were going to become a true Priestess of Oura, thereby taking the place of the current priestess. You clean yourself off from your sleep, being sure to really wash out the dust and dirt from your two-tone coat. You wanted to look perfect for your special moment. You also put on a pretty necklace, but it was for your wrist. The girl who gave it to you had called it a bracelet. Either way it was super pretty and glittered with shiny stones and polished metal as well, giving it a cool studded effect. You wore it with pride as you .. well let's just say you played for both teams~ Quickly you dry yourself off and put on your clothes. This was your day, and it was going to be a good one. You head on over to the great Time Spire, of which the Goddess had gifted your tribe to allow you to know what time it was. It was broken up just like what the modern world would call a sundial, into 12 pieces. The time it currently showed was 7:9 , just after the first meal. You have fasted for the last week, subsisting on nothing but the salty goodness that was the concentrated Goddess' liquid essence and water. You walk into the celebratory hall which doubles as the house of worship. Explicitly lewd depictions of the goddess plowing the virgin soil of a willing female. The next few frames show the female giving birth to 9 goat-babies. Indeed, she was the goddess of fertility. As you stepped into the hall, a thunderous applause rings out. This was your moment. Today, you were going to give yourself up to the goddess, in your entirety. You were going to hand yourself over, body, mind and soul, and become a vessel for her to direct in any way she saw fit. You were going to irrevocably trust her, and become her toy, forever. Let's get this show on the road then! You approach the altar of fertility. Within it was the seed of every male of the tribe, and the climax of every female, intermixing and becoming one with itself, becoming a true representation of the village. You take the ceremonial cup, of which only the priestess herself has drank from, and dip it into the altar. You hold it above your head, and say a prayer to the Goddess: "Oh Goddess, who grants us the time-spire, who controls who is, and who isn't, who blesses our crops, and who grants us life and who shifts the seasons with your heavenly bosom, we implore you hear our prayer. Bless this offering and transform it into your essence! Come down from the great heavens and join us in ceremony to you once more! To this I pray to you, Goddess, hear our prayer!" A howling wind suddenly burst open the double doors and thunder and lightning strikes around the church, several bolts hitting the metal time-spire with such a force that it caught fire briefly before put out by the sudden rain. Dust blows into the church, slowly coalescing into the form of her Radiance. The Goddess was in her stunning goat-form. She's absolutely glowing, making it impossible for any of the churchgoers to look at her for more than 15 seconds before they had to turn away. The only ones who dared stare at her form was the current priestess, a red sergal, and the Acolyte, you. The Goddess saunters over to you, a collar materializing in hand. You feel yourself stagger, falling to your knees, prostrating yourself before her. "Rise, Acolyte, and look into my eyes. I know you have anticipated today since you became an Acolyte, and now you will receive your gift. Now, PRESENT!" she commands. You bend over and expose yourself to the goddess. With a feral bleat, she rips off your pathetic panties, exposing your rump. Now, normally one couldn't possibly be prepared for a deity to pound your ass like one would churn butter. You however, were a special case. You were the town slut. You've ridden every dick in the tribe, including the chieftess! How she had one, you had no idea, but it was as large as a horse. You were well-practiced, and the Goddess was about to find that out. You're given no warning as she plunges forward! Oura's palm starts to glow as your mouth is forced open and a disembodied cock is forced in, pounding you in front in time as she thrusts into your backside. You feel like your whole body was being overwhelmed and she hasn't even started pounding in! Before your eyes forms a spiral, almost like a projector (if you knew what that was) beaming right into your eyes. You stare into the spiral as it spins, your will seeping .. going .. going .. gone~ The Goddess bends over to your ear. "To Obey.. is to improve. Repeat." The Goddess slams into your ass as the mouth-cock pulls out, allowing you to speak. You sputter out the words she wants to hear: "T-to Obey is to I-improve." She leans over and mid-thrust she gives you another phrase. "I belong to Oura, the Goddess. Repeat." Of course, you repeat. You've always been the Goddess' possession, even at conception. After all, all things belonged to her, and thus, so do you. "I belong to the Goddess." You didn't feel you were allowed to even utter her name. As Oura plows your backfield you felt your caged cock yearn for release. All Acolytes were locked away with the holy permalock, until they become a priestess, and the Goddess herself would remove it. Now was that time, as you feel her blessed hand reach down below where your cock was, and hold her palm to your crotch. Her palm was warm and the warmth caused your body to relax even more, and allowed you to take more of Her Radiance's specter. You felt.. some strange tingling as she passed her palm over your crotch. You heard the cage fall to the ground, just as an intense, overwhelming jolt and pressure dropped you back to your knees, held up only by that mighty cock that was harder than even diamond. This doesn't deter her either as you fall forward you're held up by a magical forcefield. Seemingly as if in trance (which you are) you continuously repeat "To Obey is to Improve." With each thrust you felt that sensation again, the strange, ethereal pressure against your crotch, starting to sculpt your worthless locked up cock into a virgin-tight pussy that many would pay a king's ransom for. Your ass started to balloon out, becoming round and shapely, gaining proper birthing proportions. Your waist squeezes tightly as if bound by a corsette, the offset mass pouring into your breasts making them heavy and volumptuous. The Goddess starts to speed up, thrusting hard, hilting you with every movement. She was panting hard, pounding away at your tight ass. Her thrusts were losing rhythm, starting to become erratic and harder as she grew close. You continue to repeat to yourself aloud "To obey is to improve." as if it was a mantra. For all intents and purposes, it was. It was your life. To obey was to improve and you wanted to obey as you wanted to improve. The Goddess took only the best, and you had to be the best. Only the best could be improved, and only the ones who obeyed could be the best. Its a perfect cycle, after all, just as the Goddess had proclaimed. Finally, your Goddess cums hard, the cum jetting through your intestines and into your stomach and finally blasting out your mouth, splattering the podium. You were a dripping, cum-drunk mess now~ The Goddess spins you around and plunges her shaft still dripping with her first load as she magically plugs your nose. You're forced to suck, desperately gasping for air. You start to see spots in your vision as she skullfucks your worthless hide. "Now...." she says as they blackness overcomes your sight. "You sleep." she commands. You gasp one last time for air that will never come. You slump backwards, the goat-Goddess cums all over your now lifeless body. The cum stains your fur, changing its two-tone pelt to a pure white. You can't feel anything now, your soul starting to drift up to the heavens. The Goddess can't allow that. Not this time. Even as you start to float away from your soul, Oura grabs the tail of your tail, and jams it into her cock. You are forced to watch as your soul is sucked down into that holy cock, in a vortex like you're circling the drain. There's nothing left of you now as Her Radiance's cock greedily devours what's left of your soul. Her balls glow with power as you're assimilated, churned and changed. She picks up your lifeless body and slams that cock right into your tight ass. You cum hard and before your eyes, Her Radiance's mark appears emblazoned on both rump cheeks, and on your sternum. You belonged to her. You were branded by her. Your are her vassal. "Arise, pet. Stand, and proclaim yourself as mine. Let your sluttiness fill your mind, and your womb. You are the new priestess of the Followers of Oura. Do not dissapoint me, pet." she gives a smooch to your forehead. "You will bear the village's children, from now TIL THE END OF TIME!" she commands, vanishing into a poof of smoke... - - - $init send logoff > error 666: Cannot Logoff. Cannot Logoff. Nueral pattern mismatch. #init send logoff /force > error 666: C4nn0t 10GOFF. C4NN0t 10101001OFF. C044U9T3D D4T4. 6U4G1NG D4T4. . . > To obey is to improve, Pet.~ > You're staying with us now~ <3 - - -