Cult of the Ram

Stopping for a spot of rest under a tree, her legs aching slightly from the long trek she'd had to make, Sally huffed as she sat down by the big tree, her tail curling up around her ankles as she leaned back, glancing up at the sun beaming down on her. The snake had been travelling for the better part of a day already, yet she had a while longer to go still, hoping that she was still going in the right direction, since the wilderness she was searching through wasn't exactly rife with signposts, and her destination likewise wasn't something that she could find on any old map. Basking in the warmth of the sun, closing her golden yellow eyes and letting her grey scales just soak in the wonderful heat, Sally steadied her breath but didn't linger there for long, knowing that she had to find her destination before dark, unless she wanted her journey to be a lot more difficult and dangerous. With her village destroyed, the reptilian woman had spent the last month or so without a home to call her own, travelling the wilds and trying to forage enough food to fill her belly, her new life being anything but easy. Soon enough however, the snake began hearing rumours of a group of some sort, led by a sheep by the name of Lambert, a commune of people living in the wilds, offering food, shelter, and protection from the old faith to anyone who joined them. When she'd first heard of the group, Sally had wanted nothing to do with them, thinking that the whole thing sounded like a cult of some sort based on all the rumours. Yet with every passing, laborious, and dangerous day, the promise of safety and a hot meal sounded more and more enticing to the young woman, finally overpowering her cynicism, causing her to go out and seek the group, hoping to join them, cult or not. Rising up to her feet with a soft grunt, dusting off the simple, bland farmer's dress she had on, the snake got on the move yet again, intent on finding her new family before the day was over. 

A few hours later, just when Sally was starting to get worried about whether or not she'd gone the completely wrong way, the snake suddenly spotted the first signs of life she'd seen out in the wilds for quite some time, squinting at a few gentle puffs of smoke rising up towards the skies in the distance. With renewed vigour, the woman hurried along, a relieved smile on her face as she began to make out a few dots in the horizon, spotting a camp up ahead with tents, campfires, candles, even a few statues and some farmland. Hurrying closer still, the snake’s smile began to waver slightly as she saw more of the camp up close, or more specifically the few dozen residents of it, noticing some worrying signs that her initial suspicions about the group being a cult of some sort might've been entirely correct. Sally saw people coming and going, some deep in prayer while others were gleefully doing their daily chores, some of the residents tilling a little plot of land and others still carving out a chunk of stone for a new statue. The snake wasn't worried about the camp’s activities however, but instead by the clothes of the people milling around the camp, or the lack thereof. Every single person that Sally could see was completely naked from head to toe, strolling around with their tails wagging and their loins uncovered, multiple slits, tailholes, chests, and manhoods staring back at the blushing young woman as she stood at the outskirts of the camp, staring at the bizarre scene in front of her. 

One of the cultists spotted the new arrival, a fox hauling some wood on his shoulder, turning to the reptilian woman and giving a friendly wave, as if he didn't even notice that he wasn't wearing a scrap of clothing on his body. Sally noticed something even more odd as she got a closer look at the fox waving at her, spotting a small, glimmering metal cage attached around the sheath of the canine man, a tiny hint of pink peeking out from behind the wiry cage. Looking around a bit closer, the snake realised that every male was wearing such a cage, only growing her apprehension as she carefully stepped within the bounds of the camp, a few more of its residents giving enthusiastic waves and greetings to the newcomer while going about their day. It didn't take long for Sally's nose to pick up the telltale scent of sex hanging heavy in the air, the blush on her cheeks deepening as she covered her mouth with a gasp, realising that almost all the people casually strolling around naked in front of her were smattered with cum stains. Dried and fresh ropes of seed were splattered all over the cultists’ rumps, crotches, bellies, chests, faces, and down their thighs, didn't matter whether they were men or women. Taking a few hesitant steps further into the camp still, the snake was further horrified by the sight of a trio of pillaries sitting side by side in front of a large tent, the heavy wooden frames seemingly having seen lots of use by the lewd stains smeared all over them. One of the pillories was still taken up, a young bunny woman locked up into the furthest one, her wrists and neck restrained in the pillory as she panted, fresh cum painting her lips and drooling down her chin in thin ropes. Taken back by the rather deviant nature of the camp, Sally suddenly wasn't quite so sure about whether she wanted to join up with the odd group, even with the offer of protection and plenty of food on the table. 

Standing in the middle of the camp, looking around with a mixed expression of nervousness and confusion on her face, the reptilian woman didn't notice the flaps on the large tent behind her back slowly peeling open, a trio of figures stepping out as a reverent silence suddenly fell over the clearing. Spotting that all of the naked cultists were staring right at her all of the sudden, Sally's embarrassed blush grew more intense, reddening the grey scales on her cheeks as she clutched her chest, taking an anxious step backwards. Bumping into something and very nearly losing her balance, giving a startled yelp, the snake spun around to see that the residents of the camp weren't staring at her at all, but their leader instead, staggering back as seven eyes stared back at her. A sheep with wool as white as pure snow grinned as he stared down at the woman, the only one in the entire camp aside from Sally that was sporting some clothes, wearing a crimson red robe and an odd looking black hat atop his head, a pair of curved horns sticking up as an almost smug look washed over his face. The leader of the cult was flanked on both sides by two others, seemingly holding a special place within the group by the way they were practically clinging onto their master, glaring down at the visitor with looks of disdain and envy. On the sheep's left stood a wolfess, naked as all the rest, her big breasts swinging around as she leaned over to take a suspicious sniff of the snake, flashing her fangs as a little drool of cum leaked out from her bare pussy, smearing down the soft grey fur on her inner thighs. On the cult leader’s right stood a feline man of some sort, three eyes poking out of his pitch black fur, two staring daggers at the shocked reptile and one closed on his forehead. The odd cat could almost be mistaken for a female at a glance, his lithe and curvy body swaying in rhythm with his tail, only his flat chest and the chastity cage around his sheath to show that he was indeed a man. The ram eyed up the nervous snake for some time before finally extending out his hands, laying them on Sally's shoulders as he spoke, 
“I am Lambert, and these two are my wives. Welcome to my commune~”
“I… I'm Sa-”
Before the scaled woman could finish, the man cut him off, 
“Your name does not matter, little one, you won't need it in your new life. You wish to join my family.”
Though the sheep’s words were phrased as a question, the tone in which he spoke then made them seem much more like a simple statement of fact than anything else, not doing much to alleviate Sally's worries as she took a moment to gulp, her eyes darting between the grinning man's face and the stern looks of his “wives”, finally managing to open her mouth again, 
“Y… yes, I'd like to join your… family…”
With a happy nod, Lambert patted the snake’s shoulders, 
“Wonderful, then come with us~”

With little care about the way the hesitant snake’s feet were dragging along the ground, Lambert pushed the newest member of his flock into the centre of the little commune, the rest of the cultists emerging from every nook and cranny to eagerly watch the initiation of the newcomer. Already feeling embarrassed being put under the limelight in front of the naked crowd, Sally groaned as she was forced onto a small stone slab serving as a stage in the very middle of the camp, dozens of people silently staring at her as the sheep nudged her up, taking a step back as he cleared his throat, 
“Our family will be welcoming a new lamb into our fold today!”
With a wave of his hand, Lambert grinned as his wives stepped out from his side and flanked the blushing snake, reaching for the woman. Sally gasped as the two grabbed onto her clothes, tearing and yanking them off of her with no warning, trying to cover up her breasts and crotch as she glanced back at the audience. The leader’s faithful wives grabbed the newest member’s arms, forcing the reptile to uncover her naked body before she was shoved down onto her knees in front of Lambert, his sly and toothy smile beaming down on him as he held up his hands, 
“And now, to seal this holy union…”
The three-eyed cat reached for Lambert’s robes, pulling them aside to reveal a surprisingly girthy and already erect cock, a drop of precum spilling from the tip of the twitching member as the feline gripped the base of it, the wolf simultaneously cupping Sally's chin and bringing her head closer to their leader's loins, 
“... we will finish with a kiss~”
Realising what the ram was after, Sally squirmed uncomfortably, staring at the throbbing dick right in front of her face, the musky and masculine scent of it making her nose itch while the canine holding her chin slowly inched her closer and closer. As much as the snake hated the idea, she knew that this was the only way forwards, groaning as she puckered her lips and leaned in. Still holding up his hands, Lambert let out a soft moan as the reptile’s lips pressed against the glistening, wet tip of his girth, a bit of his precum drizzling down Sally's chin as she closed her eyes, ashamed of herself and hoping to shut out the knowledge of just how many people were watching her going through such a humiliation. With the snake’s kiss on his master's manhood, the three-eyed cat planted a hand on the back of Sally's head, his counterpart likewise keeping a steady grip on her snout, both wives steadily pushing the woman forwards. Opening one eye with a startled, muffled moan, Sally tried to resist the two, but couldn't do much as her muzzle slowly sank further over the huffing sheep's cock, feeling the twitching shaft sliding over her tongue and all the way to the back of her throat as her lips kissed Lambert’s furry crotch. The cult leader moaned and smirked as he looked down at the squirmy reptile, keeping himself buried balls deep in the woman before finally lowering his hands, his wives letting go of Sally's head at the same time. The snake pulled off of the sheep's girth with a gasp, coughing as she quickly wiped her lips, her face an intense shade of red as Lambert kept his cock dangling out of his robes, spraying a few ropes of precum over the naked woman's breasts, 
“We have a new member in our family~!”
As the cheers from the other cult members roared in her ears, Sally kept her head low, still deeply embarrassed. 

With the initiation ritual over and done with, the reptilian woman staggered back up to her feet while the rest of the camp returned to their chores, the hustle and bustle of activity returning to the commune as Sally sheepishly looked over at the still grinning Lambert. The sheep casually brushed his robes back over his cock glistening with slobber, letting a very visible bulge remain in his vestments as both of his wives stepped over to his side, taking a moment to eye up the snake’s naked body before opening his mouth, 
“All members of my family are expected to carry their fair share of the burden, so you too shall be assigned a job in our wonderful commune. Tell me, what did you do in your previous life?”
Trying to ignore the way the man's eyes were wandering all over her body, feeling a shiver in her tail from the way the sheep's casual conversation contrasted with the gazing and the throbbing cock just underneath his robes, Sally cleared her throat, 
“I… I lived in a small village, mostly helping out at the farm, cooking meals and t-”
Lambert cut off the newest recruit again, reaching over to his side to run a hand down the naked wolf's side, stroking his wife's soft fur as his fingers lingered on her thigh, 
“You have experience with cooking? You were sent to me for a reason then, as we have dire need for a cook to prepare meals for the entire family. Wendy here shall show you the way to our cooking area.”
With that Lambert turned to leave, the feminine feline following the white-woolen sheep right back into the great tent the pair had come out of, leaving just the other wife to glare at the increasingly nervous Sally. Wendy seemed to only be further annoyed by the task given to her, as if spending just a minute away from her master would ruin her day, giving a soft, annoyed growl as she motioned for the newest member of their flock to follow her, wordlessly marching past the snake. Sally followed the canine woman, led through the camp until the pair arrived at a small tent set in front of a cobbled together table, a few big pots and pans sat atop the rough, handmade surfaces, a couple small crates of vegetables and fruits stacked on one end, a firepit set a few steps away. The wolf nodded towards the cooking station, barely muttering out a few words before immediately turning around and hurrying back to Lambert, 
“Get to work.”
With the odd, humiliating, and slightly cold introduction to the cult, Sally sighed as she stepped behind the cooking table, eyeing up the ingredients in front of her, still having the instinct of trying to cover up her bare loins so chest whenever she noticed anything glancing in her direction. 

Trying to get used to her new life, Sally picked up a knife and began working on the first meal, able to get a peek at the everyday workings of the camp as the menial labour of chopping up enough vegetables to feed the entire cult dragged on. Glancing up from her spot, the woman could see the rest of the cultists coming and going, most of them likewise busy carrying out whatever tasks had been assigned to them. A few however weren't engaged in any chores, instead spending their time by further devoting themselves to their leader by way of prayer, lighting up candles and kneeling in front of statues chiseled in the likeness of Lambert. The snake watched one pious panda deep in prayer for close to half an hour, the slightly older woman's eyes closed and her hands clasped together as she silently muttered prayers under her breath, occasionally squirming and shuffling around slightly, on her knees in front of a statue of the cloaked sheep. After getting through with her prayers, the panda opened her eyes and gave the statue one last bow before getting up, slowly lifting up her rump to reveal that she'd been sitting on a girthy, smooth stone dildo embedded right into the ground, Sally's eyes widening as she watched the thick shaft sliding out of the woman's stretched open pucker. Squinting closer at the other cultists praying right next to the spot where the panda had been kneeling just moments before, Sally noticed that each of them were likewise sitting on a similar dildo, each slowly grinding and riding on the hard poles while praying.

The training didn't seem limited to just moments of prayer however, with all the cultists turning towards him with wide smiles as soon as Lambert himself stepped out of his tent, his wives by his side. The sheep strolled around the camp for a while, silently smirking as he looked over his disciples, finally stepping over to a male otter busy with cutting up logs. Without saying a word, the leader bent the otter over a tree stump, lifting up his tail as the two wives spread apart his ass cheeks, the sheep's girthy cock slapping up between his buns as he just moaned and smiled, making no effort to stop the ram. The wolf guided Lambert’s tip over to the tight, waiting pucker, watching up close as the sheep's cock slid balls deep inside of the man, eliciting a grunt from the woodcutter as he hugged the stump he was bent over. The otter's tip poked out against the chastity cage clamped around his manhood as he was railed out in public, many of the other cultists watching in adoration as his tailhole was mercilessly pounded, rocked back and forth by the force of the ram’s ramming. With his wives pinning the squirming and wriggling man down, Lambert panted and humped the otter's ass until he finished with one final hard buck and a bleat, grinning as he unloaded deep inside of his follower, grunting with his little tail twitching as ropes of cum almost immediately began spilling down the man's legs. The sheep kept himself hilted in the otter until he was very nearly drained, pulling out and firing a few final ropes over the panting man's rump, huffing as he glanced over at his wives with a dignified nod. The pair immediately knelt down in front of their master, dutifully putting their maws to work, cleaning off the sheep's cock, taking turns with licking and suckling on the throbbing shaft until every last drop of the leader's seed had been cleaned off of it. Lambert pet the two to show his satisfaction, smirking as they rose back up to their feet, the three-eyed cat tucking his cock back under his robes before the trio turned to continue their survey of the campsite, leaving the used and creampied otter bent over the tree stump, still happily moaning at the satisfaction of being chosen by the ram. 

Almost in shock at the debaucherous show she'd just been subjected to, having suspected the sort of degeneracy that might've been going on at the nudist cult yet still taken back by the casual nature with which Lambert had claimed the man's tailhole, Sally stood behind her cook’s table for some time, her mouth agape and her eyes wide as she watched cum drooling down the otter's rump. Suddenly feeling as if someone was watching her, the snake glanced to her side to see the sheep grinning while eyeing her up, her reaction to the woodcutter being bent over seemingly having caught the cult leader’s attention. Immediately lowering her head and resuming chopping her vegetables, hoping and praying that she hadn't caught the man's interest, the nervous reptile flinched and nearly cut her own finger with the knife in her hand when she noticed a creeping shadow looming over her. Looking up, Sally found herself face to face with Lambert once more, gulping as the sheep just silently stared at her, wearing his usual sly smile, his wives standing at attention on both sides. After a few lingering moments of awkward, heavy silence, with the sheep seemingly loving the discomfort on the anxious snake’s face, Lambert finally opened his mouth, grinning as he pinched a slice of carrot from the pot that the woman was preparing a stew in, 
“Looks like you're already settling in well~”
Lambert crunched down on the carrot slice as he nodded at the wolfess by his side, barely even reacting as the canine woman pulled his robes aside, grabbing his cock, still half-chubbed and slick with saliva. The three-eyed cat ran his fingers along the underside of the shaft, quickly causing it to stiffen up as the leader continued the casual chat, 
“I can see I made the right call with assigning you as our chef~”
Sally just watched on in shock as the two wives began jerking off the ram, their hands gliding up and down the shaft with expert coordination as the man let out a soft moan. Seeing that his master was close, the black-furred feline grabbed the nearby pot with his free hand, quickly bringing it to the edge of the table as he aimed the sheep's tip over the edge, continuing with slow, steady strokes as Lambert huffed, ropes of cum splattering all over the food within. Blushing at the sight of the vegetables getting slathered in the creamy, sticky mess, Sally didn't know what to say as Lambert let out a chuckle, catching his breath as his wives immediately cleaned off his tip with their tongues, 
“A little added spice for your meal, my children will appreciate that I'm sure~”

Trying to disregard the “added spice” that Lambert had supplied to her stew, Sally brought out the finished meal, setting the pot down and watching with a sheepish grimace as the naked cultists happily grabbed bowls of it, chomping it down with no hesitation. The snake herself wasn't feeling quite as famished, not after the extra ingredients she'd seen added to the dish, staying off to the side as she watched the rest eat, wondering whether it might've been safe to nibble on a piece of bread or whether the leader of the cult had had his way with the dough as well. Silently appearing next to the reptile, the sheep smirked as he made Sally yelp and jump as he laid a hand on her shoulder, holding back a laugh as she quickly turned to him with an apologetic look on her face, 
“I… I'm sorry, I didn't see you.”
Lambert pointed at the quickly emptying pot of stew, 
“You're not hungry~?”
“N… no, I… don't quite feel like eating right now.”
Intending on giving the newest recruit a taste of his seed one way or the other, the ram gave his wives a look, 
“Well, maybe you're hungry for something else then~”
Sally bleated as the three-eyed cat nudged her down on her knees, stepping behind her and grabbing her head, one hand cupping her chin and the other her snout, opening her mouth. At the same time, the wolf pulled her master’s cock out from under his robes, diligently bringing the quickly stiffening shaft to the softly whimpering reptilian’s lips. Unable to do much more than to sit there and take it, Sally closed her eyes with a whine as the girthy dick slowly slid onto her tongue, remembering the sensation all too well from her initiation just that afternoon. Lambert wasn't about to let the woman off quite so easy, or so quick, this time around however, suddenly bucking forwards, driving every last inch of his cock right down Sally's throat as she gagged, her forked tongue twitching while he moaned, 
“You snakes are just made to pleasure with your maws, aren't you~?”
The woman let out a muffled gurgle as an answer, her eyes tearing up slightly as the thick cock rubbed against the very back of her throat, spilling precum down her gullet. With his wives holding the snake’s head in place, Lambert could freely hump and fuck the new recruit’s muzzle, grunting as the other cultists gathered around the dining area watched them like a mealtime show, smiling at their master giving the newest member of the flock some love. Just as Sally thought she'd had the worst of it, the sheep plunged balls deep in her, moaning as his dick twitched and a rope of cum gushed into her gullet, causing her to cough as a few drops of it burst out her nostrils. The wives made sure that their master could stay hilted in the reptile, keeping Sally's maw latched onto the panting and groaning man's cock as he emptied his balls straight into her belly, only pulling out after he'd deposited every last drop inside of the woman, grinning as he wiped his shaft on her cheek, 
“Hope you enjoyed your meal, I certainly did~”

With a hard, laborious day behind her, having spent the first half trekking through the wilderness and the second half trying to get used to her new life at the deviant cult, Sally was relieved to finally see the others getting ready to slumber. Finishing up with her final chores, still tasting the sheep in her mouth, the snake followed the crowd into one of the communal tents, slipping inside to see a handful of cots tucked together, a few cultists already snoozing away in the back. Thinking she could just lay her head down and drift off for some well deserved sleep, Sally claimed the nearest cot, tossing off the covers, just about to jump in and get some shuteye when she spotted an odd, black lump sitting in the middle of the bed. Picking up the hefty, smooth, rubbery lump, about the size of the woman's hand and shaped like an acorn of some sort, the snake scratched her head with a confused look on her face, getting a giggle from a little squirrel lady lying in the cot next to hers, 
“You're the new girl, aren't you?”
Sally glanced over at the rodent as the other woman continued, 
“That's one of our master's special artifacts, it helps keep him in your mind all throughout the night, like he was sleeping right there in your bunk.”
Tossing off her covers, the squirrel rolled onto her side, sticking her rump out at the reptile and lifting up her tail, revealing the base of the toy sticking out from her rear, 
“You just slip that plug in there, and you'll feel its magic straight away~”
Blushing, Sally carefully set the butt plug down, 
“O… oh, well… I'm… not sure that sort of… worship is quite my thing…”
The squirrel rolled back onto her belly, panting under her breath as she smiled and giggled again, 
“Oh, I'd definitely put it in if I were you. It's actually very comfortable. And more importantly, those wives of his… they're going to be doing the rounds during the night, checking that everyone's wearing their plug. You saw those pillories there, didn't you?”
Grimacing, Sally gulped and picked the toy back up, looking around before hesitantly squatting down, pressing the smooth, tapered tip against her pucker as she sighed. With no choice but to follow the customs of her new community, the snake sat down on the butt plug, grunting as it spread her tailhole wide open, shivering as she was gaped wider and wider before the thickest part suddenly popped inside, her tail twitching as she squeaked. As soon as the butt plug was fully embedded in her rear, the entire toy began to buzz and vibrate, Sally's eyes rolling back as she moaned, having to clasp a hand over her mouth to stop herself from waking up the cultist already asleep, biting her lip and panting as she carefully laid down on her cot. Having some trouble finding a comfortable position to lie in, with the girthy and vibrating plug in her pucker, the snake rolled around for a few minutes before her utter exhaustion overpowered her, passing out sprawled out on her cot, her tail still occasionally twitching as she moaned and mumbled in her sleep.