Pairs of Pumpkins Patches:
Her Knight In Shining Armor
("Patches'' are standalone, supplemental stories in the "Pairs of Pumpkins" Universe that exist outside of the chapters and timeframe of the main story. They explore and detail ideas and characters in the world, who may have some secondary or tertiary connection to the cast and events of the Pairs of Pumpkins storyline, even if they never intersect with it.)
Author's Note: Pairs of Pumpkins is "sexy fantasy" more than it is erotica, and these stories are Novelettes more than Short Stories. I promise though, there is a sexy pay off but it won't come quickly.
I should warn that this particular "sexy fantasy" also contains violence but nothing to do with the sexy parts. Lastly, the story is set in a school of sorts but all participants in the sexy parts are 18/"Senior Year" equivalents.
Chapter 1
Slick. Pointed. Massive. Incredibly hard. The bold red of her cock stabbed skyward, a hot iron of forbidden desire in the cool air, lit through her window by the light of the waning, crescent moon. She desperately wanted to touch it. To taste it and put her mouth around it. More than anything in this moment of weakness, she wished to plunge it into the embrace of the most gorgeous creature she'd ever seen, the Ivory Vixen.
Sitting alone in her modest dorm room, Bobbie wasn't supposed to think these thoughts. She was a righteous Paladin in-training, an Acolyte almost to graduation. A Paladin was not supposed to be entranced by the foul tower of sin rising from her own lap, inches from her white-furred muzzle, her eyes crossed to focus on it.
It twitched as she flexed it, teasing her with how close it would be to her own mouth if not for her second, freakish deformity: a pair of breasts of remarkable size, heavy and bulky, each one the size of her skull. They were still restrained in the custom-fitted, metal breastplate of her suit of armor and in moments like these, the extra barrier helped keep the bestial urges of her perverse body at bay. She knew she could reach it though.
She hated the way she had developed, a freakish anomaly of nature according to the strictly religious doctors of the Abbey. Once she'd been a lanky boy with an out-of-proportion sheath but at puberty she was as surprised as anyone to grow into an outrageously curvaceous, feminine form, with wide hips, a narrow waist and an enormous chest. Her figure was now the epitome of boyish fantasies that she herself was guilty of, with a weight and bulk that was now always in her way. Despite her vow of chastity she was attracted to females before she had developed into what she could only rationalize as a She.
Most of the other, all-male acolytes would admit some attraction to women but she was the only one who saw a pair of giant, teenage breasts every time she looked down. Breasts she had to resist wrapping around her cock every time she got an erection.
She hated the way her own body had turned her on but through calm of mind, learned through years of meditation practice, she could control that self-disgust.
What she was less confident in controlling was how her body reacted to a particular Initiate Priestess, a stunning beauty she knew only as the Ivory Vixen. She hadn't heard her voice. She didn't know her name. While she'd only seen her from afar, she was entirely irresistible.
"The Abbey of Ferridor's Righteous Right Hand" was the premiere academy for elite Paladins and Priestesses, with an extensive, seminary wing for the training of both. Segregated from the main compound, The Academy was split again by gender into two, long, parallel buildings. One for the all-male Paladin Acolytes, of which she was considered and the other for the all-female Priestess Initiates. The two were separated by a broad lawn, an easily-surveilled No Man's Land that prevented fraternizing. The boys and girls could see each other from across the yard but never intermingled except on special, supervised occasions.
She had seen many Initiates over the years but the Ivory Vixen stood out the way Bobbi herself must have: a wildly curvaceous body that the modest robes of a trainee couldn't hide. Fur not unlike her own but more yellowish to Bobbi's grey and white. Striking, ginger hair stood out in a crowd and piercing, green eyes had caught hers repeatedly from afar. They were the only two, female foxes in the whole Abbey with pale fur instead of red, something said to be more common far north.
Their similarities made her wonder if all of their kind developed to such extremes. The only other light-colored fox among the Acolytes was a male named Domantas, who she'd seen from the locker rooms was endowed more like a horse than any other vulpine or canine, giving credence to the idea it was their entire species that matured this way.
The Fathers of the Brotherhood preached that the penis had a mind of their own, and that mind was a powerful persuader. It was the focus of all masculine sin. The bigger it was, the louder it would tempt them, one of them had added to her, personally. If that were true, Bobbi's was a devil. Nothing would tempt them from the path of righteousness than the desires of their penises and Bobbi had seen few others near the size of hers. Only the horses and the fox, Domantas.
She was fresh from training, still in her full suit of plate armor, the sweat cooling beneath metal, padding and fur. Only her helmet and codpiece were removed, the former carried back under her arm and the latter desperately unbuckled the moment she was in private.
It was a test of her chastity. Her faith in their God, Ferridor the Builder. Total mastery of the self was foundational to the strength of a Holy Paladin. Resisting temptation only made her stronger.
Bobbi closed her eyes and stilled her breath, focusing on the cool air entering her lungs through her nose and the hot breath exiting out her mouth. It was torture but she was trained to resist torture. With her breathing under control she stood up and began to methodically remove her armor.
It was best done with a squire but students didn't have squires and the Abbey's signature design was built to be adorned and removed alone, though it took some time. She removed each plate and wiped it clean, then set them on the display shelf across from her bed. A mirror helped with the hard-to-reach straps and was required to make sure every acolyte was presentable to Godly standards every morning, but she kept hers angled toward the door, to only use when necessary.
The breastplate was the last hard piece to come off, before hanging the padded undershirt and pants. She stripped down the rest of the way and hung her undergarments to air dry, breathing deeply the entire time. She still was in control.
Nude, she waved her hand over two buckets of water, one soapy and one not, warming them both with a minor spell. Fetching a sponge then, she cleaned herself, slow and carefully. Her face and hair. Her neck and shoulders. Her breasts and the void between them. Her penis, scrotum and the void behind it. Under her tail and the crack of her rump. As long as she went slow enough, she was grooming, not indulging in temptation. While thorough, she lingered no more than necessary to be properly clean.
Afterward, she dried with a towel and fetched a nightshirt from her small dresser, one she'd custom cut and sewn from a bedsheet to fit her. She pulled it over her head and down to her erection, which hadn't subsided at all, defying her.
Bobbi wondered what life would be like with the Ivory Vixen. If they might ever be assigned on the same mission. What her personality was like. How she sounded when she spoke. There were rumors of Paladins of other orders that were allowed to get married. Children were not in the plan for Bobbi but if she had them with her, they would be magnificent and beautiful.
The vixen acolyte laid down on her bed, on her back, reciting prayers in her head until the weight of her chest shortened her breath enough to roll onto her side. Eventually, she fell asleep.
Chapter 2
"Eyes up, Dax!" She pulled her gloved punch, before it landed on the inattentive hare.
"Owww! Bobbi!"
"Eyes UP!"
"I wasn't staring at your..."
Bobbi snapped her extended fist back under her muzzle, elbows clamped around her breasts to secure them. "I know, Dax. You were staring at Renley again. I don't get what you see in him."
"He's gorgeous."
"He's a snake."
